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Artistic description of nature.

Every autumn day the trees are dressed in different clothes... Yesterday they were still green, today the maples have put on gold brocade, the viburnum necklace has turned red, heavy orange clusters of rowan berries are hanging from the branches. Under the forest, a lilac stretches out its palms, as if asking to pick it. Ripe blackthorn trees are turning blue, belated flowers of dandelion and pink fireweed are blooming. Honey mushrooms appeared in the old forest, and there was a smell of mushrooms and tart wine. With every light breath of wind, the first leaves of hornbeams, birches, and aspens fall. The oak trees look at them with contempt, thinking: why so soon? A day or two passes - and the maples slowly leave their brocade clothes: chestnut leaves cover the ground, shaggy circles come off the thin hazel trunks, although they are all green.
How I love the morning autumn mists,
Forest in autumn! What could be better!
Or this: The forest is noisy
The forest is noisy... You say these two words to yourself - and wherever you are, no matter what stands before your soul - these two words will cast a spell over you, you will hear the tickling of the wind on your cheek. Some invisible voices will sound, and your heart will miss something. Glorified noise, beautiful noise! Eternally mournful and forever mysterious. Why are you calling and where? Why do you cry forever and conquer everything? Here is a clear day, adorned by the sun, sifted by sharp arrows of rays. A day when everything seems happy, enchanted by joy, as endless weddings take place, enchanted forever when nature itself celebrates. And the forest will rustle, 1000 voices will speak, 1000 cries will cry - and bottomless sadness will open its black eyes before you, the depth of eternal sadness will scream with an ominous croak, and all the unshed tears will fall on your soul... Then the sun drank up the tears of the whole world and then saturated everyone with them fluttering leaf. It is the wind that collects flowers of sorrow in distant autumn fields, in deserts scorched by the sun, in forgotten seas, in all corners where people live and cry. He collected it and brought it here on wings, scattered it, scattered it throughout the forest space and now touches the sad strings of a sad harp. The forest is noisy... Its noise is transmitted to the fields, its noise enters the cities, where sad trees greet it with quiet bows. And then it seems that everything is noisy...
Indian summer and... silence.
For example, like this: Forest in autumn.
I love looking at a birch tree, snow-covered and folded. She reminds me that there are still miracles in the world that give joy and pleasure. I know that I will always be excited by the beauty of my birch snow maiden! Believe me, only you and nature are the authors of a new work. But nature only provides the material. Your goal is to convey not only what others see, but also what is yours, what no one else will see except you. Perhaps you will even be able to see something that is not so often observed, see, for example, how a flower is born, how birds wake up, or something else. Know how to consider it and put it on paper. Breathe your soul into dead words, and you will see how your creation will change, how pleasant it will be to write it, and subsequently read it. It’s as if a living picture of nature will appear in front of you, one that only you have seen. So, let's start writing.
How fun it is when the forest is noisy...
How sad it is when the forest is noisy...
The prayerful silence of the forest is broken here and there by a dry twig or a hedgehog, which collects leaves for its hut for the winter. Wherever the titmouse peeps, a small, white-backed kinglet will tenderly answer her. A hawk soars in the sky. His sad moan only emphasizes the silence of autumn. It’s sad in the forest, but I love this sadness, because it is close to my soul. Autumn is conquering the earth more and more. Soon there will be bare trees, soon the birds will no longer be heard at all. She comes, yellow-eyed autumn, and leads winter in white fur. And I want to say: “Goodbye, autumn! Hello, winter.”
So you and I dreamed together and watched nature together.

It was the flowers that made the meadow so varied and fragrant, since there were extremely many of them - blue, red, white, orange, all sorts of things. You look and your eyes widen. Every bee, every insect flies to some flower as if it were familiar. Here is a chamomile with white wide petals and a golden center. A moth with flowery and light petal-like wings landed on her. And there the bell shakes its head over and over again and seems to be calling: daylight, I’m here! Look, a bumblebee is visiting him! And if you take a closer look below the forbs, it’s just a miracle!

Who doesn’t wander here: goosebumps with their well-coordinated team pave the way to their castle, little black bugs hurrying as if they were late for some celebration, little moths who went down to take a break from their troubles...

Amazing world! And I want to listen to him, catch every rustle, it’s so exciting and extremely interesting. It’s as if I’m turning into a traveler who wanders this fabulous world called Nature.

Forest in winter. Have you been in the forest when winter reigns there? It’s not every year that the forest is so beautiful at this time. This year it is extraordinary - magical. Come in

You enter this realm of extraterrestrial beauty and find yourself captivated by amazing impressions, when you can’t even say a word loudly, just so as not to scare away some diva. Over there, the trees have collected so much fluffy snow on their branches that it seems that the small branches will not be able to withstand it, and a white waterfall will plunge down. All the trees and bushes are dusted with snowflakes, as if preparing for some kind of ball. I want to talk in a whisper. But bullfinches are not at all interested in this; they are pleased to fly from branch to branch and shake up the snow. Squirrels also jump out for a walk to amuse themselves and the surrounding birds, who immediately take off if snow falls somewhere. And the forest is filled with single sounds, so gentle and unique, as if nature itself was whispering something. Somewhere a bird will respond, somewhere the snow will rustle as it falls to the foot of the trees...

How nice it is to stand and listen to the forest.

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Description of nature in an artistic style. In the meadows

The lake in the mountains is simply beautiful, there is no other word for it. It looks like a pearl or a precious stone - sapphire. The lake lies as if in a bowl, surrounded on all sides by mountain ranges. Under the rays of the scorching mountain sun, the lake takes on a bright blue or bright blue color. It all depends on what angle you look at it from.

But the water in the mountain lake is not blue, all this is an optical illusion. It has the cleanest, most transparent water! You won't find anything like this anywhere on earth. You don’t have to be afraid to drink this water, it’s healing.

Mountain Lake full of secrets. For example, if

If you decide to swim in it, then expect a surprise. The lake appears to be shallow. The bottom seems so close, you can even clearly see its pebbles. But this is all an illusion, because mountain lakes are very deep. It’s just that the water is so clear that you can’t see the depth of the lake! At the very shore you can already fall headlong into the water. And a little further, the depth of the lake can already reach tens of meters.

A mountain lake beckons travelers to swim, but the water is icy! It is fed by underground springs that originate from glaciers high in the mountains. And from the lake itself flows a stormy foamy stream, which turns into a mountain river and flows down into the valley.

More beautiful

This is what a lake in the mountains looks like when spring comes in these parts. The mountain slopes are covered with green grass and lots of flowers! Mountain flowers surround an icy lake. And small snow-white icebergs, pieces of snow and ice left over from the harsh winter in the mountains, float on it for a long time.

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Essay-description of the lake “Mountain Lake”

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Municipal educational institution Gilbirinskaya secondary school

COMPOSITION

Completed by: Afanasyeva Dari, 8th grade student

Kokorino village, 2012

Motherland, fontanelle, Russia, dewdrop, blue... Words associated with pure light, hope, faith and love, with the place where I was born and live.

There are many places in the world where I have visited - this is Lake Baikal, Tunka with its forests and ridges, the cities of Novosibirsk and Krasnoyarsk, where the Yenisei River flows. Beautiful forests high mountains, as well as endless fields and magnificent cities you can find all this on our land.

And I live in Buryatia! Exactly this deep lake world Baikal, the high Sayan Mountains, a wealth of forests, fur-bearing animals and plain meadows with magnificent flowers. But still the most the best place, which is located near the village of Kokorino in the Ivolginsky district - this is Forest Lake Karasinoye. This is where you can relax, sunbathe, and swim. From the beach, there is a path around the lake that will take you to the health camps “Cheryomushki” and “Tuyaa”. And fishing here is a pleasure. This is what the boys vacationing here do. On the sandy shore you can enjoy the picturesque lake. I sit on the shore of the lake, admiring the landscape, nature is always beautiful, it makes me happy in life, I am always ready to love it and enjoy it every day. I was even attracted to this lake, drawn by the silence of nature, only the sounds of birds chirping or leaves rustling.

The lake, like a magic mirror, hides a lot of mysteries. Old-timers tell legends about our lake and its surroundings. In summer you can paint excellent landscapes near the lake. You look at the lake the world, you feel a light breeze, pleasant sun rays.

It is especially beautiful on the lake on a summer evening when the sun sets. The sun is slowly going down and bright colors spread across the sky. And the stars slowly begin to light up. A fog appears near the lake, it slowly covers everything around. It becomes cooler, the birds fall silent, the soft smell of wormwood and steppe herbs begins to taste bitter in the throat. It immediately becomes quiet, peace and tranquility reigns around. I like the evening on the lake when I relax here with my parents. We light a fire, talk, sing songs and just remain silent.

Have you ever watched the sunrise on Lake Karasin? Fog appears over the lake and rises into the sky in ragged clouds. The surface of the lake becomes transparent and silvery. The first rays of the sun appear in the sky. Reeds, flowers, reaching for the warm rays of the sun, trying to survive, grow, strengthen themselves. And as a celebration of all living things, the birds begin to sing. Simply beautiful! I want to sing and enjoy life! This is what it is, our Lake Karasinoye!



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