Description: examples. Artistic description of nature

Music for happiness - gentle guitar

The first chord is light, a breath of wind, your fingers barely touch the strings. A vanishingly quiet sound, E minor, simpler and there is nothing...
The first snowflake is light, translucent, carried by an almost imperceptible wind. She is the harbinger of snowfall, a scout who was the first to descend to the ground...

The second chord – the fingers of the left hand are deftly rearranged, the right one confidently and softly leads along the strings. Down, down, up - simple and gives the simplest sound. It's not a blizzard or a storm - just snowfall. There can be nothing complicated about it. Snowflakes begin to fly more often - the vanguard of the main forces, sparkling ice stars.

Then the chords replace each other more viscously and tenderly, so that the ear almost does not notice the transition from one sound to another. A transition that always sounds harsh. Instead of a fight, it’s too much. Eight. The intro is played and even if it’s not an instrumental that sounds triumphant and joyful during a summer downpour or viscous and bewitching in a snowstorm, even if it’s just chords put together, the music surprisingly suits the snow outside the window, the white butterflies of winter, the icy tiny stars that are all dancing, dancing their dance in the night sky...

Singing is woven into the music - quiet, the words are indistinguishable, elude perception, mixed with the snowfall and the measured, natural beating of the heart. A clear rhythm and calm strength resound in them. The song has no end, it just softly intertwines with the dance of snowflakes and goes away imperceptibly, leaving the sky and snow alone...
Cold and darkness conceal sounds and movements, reconciling the city with winter...

And the Lord of Snowfall, having played his part on one of the roofs, gently puts his guitar, which has power over the elements, into its case. There is snow on his shoulders and hair, red cheerful sparks flash and go out - snowflakes reflect the light of distant lights. There is light in the windows of the house opposite. There are people there who don’t know how to weave the lace of the elements...

The staircase is an ordinary staircase of a nine-story building. Doors, an elevator always occupied by someone, the dim light of a light bulb on the landing... The Lord of Snowfall walks, holding his guitar, quietly and slowly walking up the steps. From the ninth floor to the first, carefully so as not to disturb the warm feeling of relaxed, trusting happiness that comes every time after completing the game...
And the usual angry question from the mother who opened the door:
– When will you stop playing your games and finally start thinking?
It hits the open soul like a knife. The soft snow wings given by the fulfillment of the present break and only misunderstanding and resentment remain.
Why does she hit where it hurts the most? For what?..

At night, a wild wind mixed with snow blew through the city. Broke tree branches, tore wires, swept roads...
It was the Lord of Snowfall's guitar singing again.

Purpose: To get acquainted with the peculiarities of constructing a text - description, namely, a description of nature. Learn to express your own thoughts and feelings. Improve monologue speech skills through an artistic description of nature. Show the dependence of the choice of each content element, each micro-theme and linguistic means on the theme and main idea of the text; to develop the ability to select elements of content and linguistic means of artistic expressiveness to reveal a topic; develop the ability to see beauty in everyday pictures and describe your feelings in words; Development of students’ aesthetic perception of the world, the ability to appreciate beauty in art, poetry, and prose.

Equipment: illustrations of the paintings “Seasons”, musical recording by A.S. Griboyedov “Waltz” No. 2; P.I. Tchaikovsky “October”, “June”. “Explanatory Dictionary” of the Russian language by Ozhegov, textbook.

Epigraph: The sense of nature is innate, and every person has it. ( V. Peskov)

During the classes

Teacher: Nature has always worried writers, poets, artists, composers; it inspired them to new creations. (Poems about nature by A.S. Pushkin and S.A. Yesenin are heard). Announcement of the lesson objective: after today’s lesson, you should have such a consonance of “living words” that every line of your essay “breathes with holy charm ”.

Making an entry in a notebook: number, topic

– What role do you think the description of nature plays in the works of writers and poets? (Children's answers).

- Guys, do you want to learn how to describe nature so that it also excites the reader?

The waltz of A.S. sounds. Griboyedov “Waltz” (No. 2).

– So, have you ever watched the leaves fall in the fall? (answers)

-Have you noticed how a leaf flies when it breaks away from a branch? Have you felt, walking along an alley, through a forest, or a garden, the lightness of rustling leaves?

Appeal to the epigraph. (Parsing, meaning)

But a writer can, looking at nature, cover an entire space or corner, but express it in magical, enchanting words. And in today’s lesson we will try to imbue you with the same feelings and desires that K. Paustovsky experienced when creating a work about autumn nature “Yellow Light”. You and I must determine the topic and main idea text. (Analysis of the text, oral drawing up of a plan, recording key words in a notebook).

Thus, we have identified small themes (micro-themes) that make up the theme of the story “Yellow Light”.

– Is it possible to omit one of the parts? (for example, “Fire in the forest”…). No. This means that all parts complement the picture of autumn in nature, all of them are subordinated to the disclosure of the theme: “Autumn in nature.” Did you notice when you read the text that you seemed to be in this forest? (Answers)

And this is because K. Paustovsky described nature this way, chose such words and expressions. For example, not just - but multitude, abundance, visible and invisible, these are the words - decorations, coloring. And we need to protect this beauty, it is defenseless.

Screening of Yakovlev’s “Chamomile” sketch.

But let's return to the topic of the lesson. With the help of words, you can prove your statement, convey a chain of sequential events, formulate an idea about some object or phenomenon.

– What three types of speech (writing) did I name? (reasoning, narration, description)

– What type of speech are we working with today? Where is the answer to the question? (description is in the topic of the lesson)

Writing in a notebook: type of speech – description

speech style - (What speech styles do you know? Which speech style do we mainly use when describing?)

art

genre - sketch.

Remember what text styles you know? (answers). What parts does a story consist of?

(1 – beginning; 2 – main part; 3 – ending: – decoding of parts). And when writing an essay, we must of course adhere to this. The beauty of nature, a fairy tale, in scarlet and gold, dressed forests - this is the verbal image of autumn that most people get.

We will add a sound image to the verbal image.

Listen to two excerpts from “The Seasons” by Tchaikovsky(“June” and “October”). We determine which music corresponds to which time of year. Why?

Physical education lesson “Flower”

The flower was sleeping and suddenly woke up (sit down, gradually get up),
I didn't want to sleep anymore.
I shook myself off and looked around (turns right, left),
Soared up and flew (wave hands).

Here is the text. I ask you to find errors, i.e. arrange sentences sequentially (working with a dictionary - defining the meaning of the word “sequentially”).

And here I am in the forest. Winter. The forest stands like a dark wall. The sky above is blue - blue.

Somewhere in the depths of the forest a woodpecker is knocking. The trees are covered with fluffy snow, nice in the forest. Crossbills sit on the trees. The snow shimmers in the sun. (Work with text).

Recording reference words. Let’s remember, before you write, you need to study very well what you will write, you need to take a closer look, think about it, ask yourself, choose what the only word, as a writer would write. And, having written, we must feel nature with all our senses (hearing, touch, vision).

Independent work

Exercise: write down in a notebook words, phrases, sentences about the nature outside the window that reflect your inner state, your perception, your feelings of this time of year (3-4 minutes). Reading several works at the request of the children.

Now read all the words you wrote during the lesson. . These are your reference words that you can use in your essay. Naturally, you must title your essay. Use poetic lines. This will be your homework.

Homework assignment

Write a descriptive essay on general theme. This is a broad topic. Formulate possible narrow topics for sketching.

Let's remember: what is a sketch (this is a picture drawn with words).

I suggest that strong students (or anyone interested, those who understand how to cope with the work) write a sketch essay, the rest - a descriptive essay, a narrative essay including a description. In the next lesson, when analyzing essays, we will have excellent material for determining the type of speech and genre of written work. I wish you success. Summing up the lesson. Grading.

Summer is a wonderful time of year. Long sunny days replaced by short warm nights. Most often the weather is clear and the endless blue sky stretches overhead. The trees are lushly dressed in bright green clothes. Under them, grass grows thickly everywhere, dotted with colorful lights of summer flowers - poppies, bells, clover, tansy, chamomile, marigolds... And above them butterflies flutter and all sorts of goosebumps buzz.

Summer decorates gardens and orchards. Juicy cherries are ripe, followed by apricots and peaches. Large red strawberries hang low to the ground. Gradually

Green tomatoes “sunbathe” in the rays of the summer sun. Here and there cucumbers are tied to the arches. The tenacious, prickly branches of blackberries are completely strewn with sweet dark purple, almost black berries. And so it is everywhere - a riot of color, a celebration of fertility, a pleasant feeling of warmth and comfort.

Summer has a wonderful ringing voice - it is the birds singing high in the sky or hidden in the branches of trees - the maestro nightingale, the morning lark, the cheerful chattering sparrow. And towards evening, the music of summer changes - a chorus of crickets begins, which does not stop until the morning.

And even the rain in summer is warm and gentle. Under the tent of the low

The cloudy air becomes hot. Cool drops of rain wash away dust from roads and foliage, making it sparkle with an even purer emerald glow.

Summer is bright, colorful... June is not like August, and July has something to please the eye. High clear sky, warm clear water rivers, ripe fruits, rich colors all around... There is no person in the world who does not love summer!

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Essays on topics:

Summer is my favorite season of the year. Not because the longest holidays are starting, but because it’s warm. In summer it appears...
The night hid behind a magical cloud, and a rosy morning descended onto the earth. The sun is about to rise. Its rays are already shining on...
Spring has come. And with the arrival of spring, all the nature around is transformed. First, the days lengthen, and the temperature gradually rises by...

June-Hleborost. At the beginning of summer, nature awakened and now its active growth begins, which is why the month is called “Grain Growing”. The rye is earing, the gardens are filled with wildly blooming greenery. The sun rises high above the sky and begins to heat even more, the day becomes long, and the evening becomes long and warm.

June: warmth envelops the earth

Description of the nature of summer at its very best early, in June(I - II week).
Summer has come. June. Nature blooms and ripens in summer, the gardens are full of greenery, the meadows are covered with a wide trail of green grass. Slowly soaring in the sky, like huge ships, heavy Cumulus clouds. And although the month of May at the end indulged in warm and summer-like days, the first June days often cool, sometimes rainy. There is no need to be upset, because the prolonged cloudy weather at the beginning of the month will not last long. A dry anticyclone will bring warm winds, and the sun high in the sky will provide warm and hot weather. In June, the air temperature is moderate without sudden changes and averages +15 +17° C.

Summer takes time to heat up. There are still long hot, sultry and simply warm pleasant days ahead, when the sun wakes up early and sets very slowly, allowing you to walk around to your heart's content before plunging into twilight. And now the sun is starting to get hot, hot days are coming. The greenery is in full bloom, providing edible herbs. The sky is blue and clear, with fluffy clouds floating across it from time to time. The warm air exudes the aroma of flowering.

And, suddenly, unexpectedly, the hot summer sun is replaced by looming clouds. The sky is rapidly darkening. After all, just now there was sun, and now it has been swallowed up by a menacing darkness, advancing like a front, covering all living things in darkness. Nature is on guard, the birds are quiet, only strong gusts of wind, getting stronger each time, are ready to tear branches from the tops of trees in their path.

Thunder strikes in the first volleys, and immediately, like water from a bucket, a downpour charges. The sky is not visible, only the reflections of lightning alternate with crackling sounds of thunder. The storm subsides as suddenly as it began. The sky brightens, flashes of lightning become less frequent, and the rumbles of thunder recede. The first rays of the sun are peeking through, brightly reflected in the puddles. And life again summer forest comes to life, birds chirp joyfully, animals come out of hiding. Meanwhile, in the forest, in the most hidden dark places, the first mushrooms appear.

The beginning of summer in the folk calendar

"The swallow begins the morning, and the nightingale ends the evening"

At the very onset of summer, since ancient times in Rus', a unique ritual “baptism of the cuckoo” was performed. After the complete departure of winter, cold winds and bad weather, it was necessary to appease summer nature with new plant forces, good weather and a noble harvest. IN ancient Rus' The description of summer from the first days was like this. Early in the morning on the first Sunday of summer, Russian girls went into the forest to find orchis grass - they called it cuckoo tears, and then picked it and took it to the hut to sew outfits, each for their own cuckoo. Then the cuckoos were cuddled, meeting each other, people hugging and kissing. After all, having become related to each other, becoming closer, together they brought the bounty of summer closer to themselves.

Bread comes up in June; it’s not for nothing that the month of June was called “grain growing.” Throughout the first ten days of the month, active sowing took place in the fields, starting with the days of Falaley-Borage and Olena, June 2 and 3, from the name of which it is clear that on these days cucumbers, flax, late wheat, as well as barley and buckwheat were planted. On June 7, aphids appeared, feeding on plant juices and secreting honeydew. By June 11, ears of bread were already sprouting on Fedosya-Chariot, and by this time beans were being planted. From the earliest dawn until late sunset, people worked in the fields in order to be in time before the end of sowing, which fell in the second half of June on the day of the equinox.

Summer in Russian poetry

Summer... One of the most amazing, beautiful and vibrant times of the year. Summer nature is special and impressive. Everyone associates summer with something different: sounds, smells, sensations. These are lush meadow grasses, the aroma of wildflowers and even dusk, coolness spruce forest. All the natural splendor of summer is reflected in the works of famous Russian poets. They dedicated a huge number of romantic, exciting lines to this wonderful time.

A real hymn to awakening nature is Sergei Yesenin’s ode to a summer morning. Its summers are warm, washed with silvery dew, charming in their calm. This delightful natural idyll is scattered every day with the onset of day into fragments of everyday worries, only to be reborn the next morning.

The golden stars dozed off,
The mirror of the backwater trembled,
The light is dawning on the river backwaters
And blushes the sky grid.

The sleepy birch trees smiled,
Silk braids were disheveled.
Green earrings rustle
And the silver dews burn.

The fence is overgrown with nettles
Dressed in bright mother of pearl
And, swaying, whispers playfully:
"Good morning!"

Afanasy Fet in his work deeply describes nature in the summer, in particular, the lines of the poem “I came to you with greetings...” evoke an association with the maturity of feelings and relationships. The allegorical nature of the lines conveys the special poignancy of life and semantic fullness through romantic feelings, lightness of being and an aura of carelessness.

I came to you with greetings,
Tell me that the sun has risen
What is it with hot light
The sheets began to flutter;

Tell me that the forest has woken up,
All woke up, every branch,
Every bird was startled
And full of thirst in spring;

Tell me that with the same passion,
Like yesterday, I came again,
That the soul is still the same happiness
And I’m ready to serve you;

Tell me that from everywhere
It blows over me with joy,
That I don’t know myself that I will
Sing - but only the song is ripening.

Summer can be different. Everyone sees it in their own way, sometimes experiencing mixed and contradictory, but invariably strong feelings.

June: the sun is turning

Description summer nature June (III - IV week).
Lilacs continue to bloom, the smell of fresh grass spreads throughout the districts. Summer nature fills the air with herbal incense. Now the poplar has already dissolved the fluff in its seeds, just to wait for the light gusts of wind that carry new life around the area. In the forest, in the stands and ponds, the smell of spices spreads, no longer floral, but sweet herbal.

The greens are ripening with all their might, and the strawberries have already sprouted by the end of the month. And the blueberries are already keeping up with them, just have time to pick them. In the morning hours you can hear the cry of swallows, during the day frogs croak in ponds, and the evening ends with the lullaby of a nightingale. This time describes summer nature as the most fertile warm time of the year for working in the fields, evening walks and night gatherings around the fire.

A white blizzard of poplar fluff sweeps through the park alleys with a light wind, a kind of winter in fluffy warm snow. The clearings are covered with the white heads of a horde of dandelions, as if hundreds of little astronauts have landed on earth. Any moment now the wind, swaying the dandelions from side to side, will pick the seeds in the parachutes and carry them away. The squeak of chicks can be heard coming from the treetops; the parents barely have time to feed the voracious maturing chicks. The young grow quickly; before you even notice, they will jump out of the nest and fly off once or twice.

The second half of the month in the folk calendar

“The sun from Peter’s turn softens the course, the month is coming for profit”

The most flowers bloom in June different plants, medicinal herbs, Ivan-da-Marya rises, plantains and buttercups are at every step, Ivan-Chai is smoothed by the warm winds. Forest edges scatter in juicy spots of berries. In the forest you can pick up a lot of ripe strawberries, and a little later on the higher bushes the wild strawberries will turn red.

The day of June 25th is coming - the solstice point. From this time on, the sun turns towards shorter days. Now in the mornings, cold dew covers the grass low above the ground. This natural water You can drink it because it is very pure, collected from settled air vapor; summer dew does not contain salt deposits. At the end of June, on the 29th, Tikhon arrives, and, indeed, the sun shortens its course, yes, and the birds subside. The sun slowly, with unhurried steps, hovers in the sky. Only in the shadow of the shelter deciduous trees there is salvation from the incandescent rays growing in power. Summer turns into hot July.

Summer in Russian painting

Russian artists convey the picture of the summer landscape in a very colorful and varied way. Here you can see majestic green trees, an eared field, and an extraordinary turquoise sky with light, delicate white clouds.

(Painting by B.V. Shcherbakov “June in the Moscow Region”)

The description of summer nature is unusually colorfully presented in the painting by B.V. Shcherbakov “June in the Moscow Region,” which depicts the real greenery of the forest. From the front right corner into the depths of the picture, meandering along the laid bed, lies the smooth surface of the river. On both sides there are powerful trees, it looks like they are pine trees mixed with deciduous trees. On the right, almost by the river, a slender birch tree stands alone. In the foreground on the left are stacks of harvested hay. Upper part The painting is occupied by a clear sky, in which only fluffy white clouds are visible.

Essay - description

Nature is the material world of the Universe; in essence, it is the main object of study of science. In everyday life, the word “nature” is often used to mean habitat habitat (everything that is not created by man).
A corner of nature can be found everywhere: on the street, at home, at school, at work in the form of simple pots of flowers or flowers in a vase that people give to please those to whom they present them. But I have a difficult, but let’s say not the worst, task ahead of me - to describe something so beautiful, charmingly fragile, perfect in its beauty, creative, so that the description of “this” does not bore those reading my essay and, of course, is assessed positively. At the very beginning of my thoughts, I thought to describe the nature of my beloved city of Almaty. Trees that give the city a vibrant, blooming appearance in summer, despite the clutter and large number of cars that spoil the air. In autumn, the leaves are painted in different tones of yellow, red, green, but in winter this variety of colors fades and snow appears on the branches, which shelters them from the cold and wet wind. In the spring we feel the pleasant smell of blooming lilacs, apples, apricots, which subsequently take on appetizing forms and we want to pick, but we are afraid that a neighbor of retirement age will come out and drive away, with the experience of a soldier driving the enemy away from the battlefield, behind her, and such a desired piece of free happiness turns into “quickly hide and rip.”
And yet, my thoughts have come to such a pressing solution to the problem, which I hope no one has ever come up with before me! (At this point you need to giggle, rubbing your palms together, at the genius and greatness of my imagination) I decided to describe a flower that grows on high limestone mountains and about which legends were made by those who knew how to do it. This flower for me is the most incomprehensible combination of tenderness, vulnerability, beauty, intertwined with a thirst for life, perseverance and determination. I think everyone knows the legend of Edelweiss, scientists call it Leontopodium, which means lion's paw. It has become a symbol of hardship and good luck. Imagine a steep limestone mountain, and somewhere in the depths of the rocks hides this fragile flower, only 15-25 cm long. Its petals seem to be covered with frost, which surround the inflorescence in the form of a star. It is not at all large in size, it seemed unremarkable, but there is so much mystery and mystery in it that fascinates and makes one marvel at such perfect beauty. A peaceful, beautiful sight, as rare as it is unusual, and it is found in special places where harmony reigns