Beautiful winter forest. Essay on the topic of forest in winter or winter forest

Essay on a winter forest for grades 2,3,6,7 according to plan

Essay winter forest grade 2

Plan

1.Forest in winter.

2.White clothes

With the onset of winter, the forest is wrapped in a blanket of snow. Trees that have gotten rid of withered leaves put on winter clothes. White fur coats look beautiful on shaggy spruce trees and slender birch trees. A sparkling silver decoration decorates them and protects the branches from severe frosts and blizzards. It seems that along with the trees, securely covered until warmer times, all forest life has come to a standstill.

Essay winter forest grade 3

Plan

1.Winter decoration of the forest

2. Forest inhabitants

2.1.Hare

2.2. Mice

2.3.Bear

Winter in the forest is magic. The dark, sleeping forest is covered in a white robe, especially beautiful if there is a lot of snow. In severe frosts the sun shines, the snow sparkles and shimmers. The trees are covered with fluffy caps, you touch one branch and a huge armful of snow will fall on you. If you go into the forest on a frosty winter day, you can see different footprints on the snow blanket. They will tell you a lot about forest dwellers.

The forest is a home for animals and birds. Here you can see the hasty tracks of a hare. Dressed in a white fur coat, the cowardly scythe is still afraid of everyone. Having hastily gnawed the branches of the bush, chewed the dry grass and heard a faint rustling, he quickly takes off from his place, only he was seen.

It's hard for wood mice in winter. In search of food, they make long passages in dense snow crust. Having found blades of grass or nuts on the frozen ground, rodents take them to their burrows in the roots of trees.

The brown bear winters most comfortably and warmest in the forest. All summer and autumn the bear eats its sides, intensively preparing for the harsh winter. And having put aside fat reserves, the bear chooses a convenient place for its den in order to lie down in it until next spring.

Essay winter forest 6th grade

Plan

Winter outfit

2.Birds of the forest

3. Squirrel

In winter, the forest is dressed in white, shaggy spruce trees are covered with snow, tree branches are covered with frost. The ground is covered with a downy silver blanket. Everything seemed to freeze...

The silence of the winter forest is deceptive. Life in it does not stop for a minute. Little birds: bullfinches and titmice, having feasted on frozen wild apple berries, start a fight. Flying onto rowan branches and pecking at bright red fruits. Walking along forest paths on a Sunday winter day, you can hear tapping. This is a forest orderly - a woodpecker hollows out tree bark, finding food for itself in the form of bugs. Even in winter, birds that have not flown to warmer places continue to free trees from pests.

Working squirrels do not have to worry about their food. Back in the fall, they prepared nuts, roots, berries and mushrooms for the winter. Now the animal can rest peacefully in a warm hollow lined with dry moss. But no, the fluffy fidget does not sit still: she continues to stock up even in winter, carrying pine cones and tree bark to her nest and arranging her home for future offspring.

Essay winter forest grade 7

1.Forest in winter

2.Snowflakes

3.Walk in the forest

If in the city during the winter months it is slushy, gray and dirty, then in the forest there is a real white winter. She decorates the forest with sparkling splendor. The winter forest is beautiful with its solemn and austere beauty. Scooping up a snowball with your palm, you can see thousands of snowflakes of the most varied shapes. Probably some talented artist somewhere above is drawing these unique patterns. I can’t even believe that nature created such beauty.

Finding yourself in the forest after dense city pollution, you straighten your lungs, inhaling deeply the icy air. Its transparency makes you feel dizzy, and you lean against the trunk of the birch tree, accidentally disturbing her sleep. In response to your touch, the tree shares its chilly robe with you, falling asleep with snow. Having brushed yourself off, you slide further along the crunchy crust, enjoying the silence and cleanliness. On a clear and fine day, you should definitely take a walk in nature, watch the landscape and think about how beautiful and calm it is in the winter forest.

And it’s even better if the whole family or friends go to the forest on skis, ride down the hills, throw snowballs and, if possible, make a snow woman. You can take a thermos with hot tea and pies that mom baked. Even if going into the forest for two hours will bring great pleasure.

Winter- a magical and fabulous time of year, the entire natural world froze in a sound sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, no animals are heard, they hide in their holes, wait out the long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and blizzard, eternal companions of winter.

Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the surrounding world during the difficult winter season, how trees and animals survive winter, how birds hibernate, and learn about natural phenomena in winter.

Winter

K.V. Lukashevich

She appeared wrapped up, white, cold.
- Who are you? - the children asked.
- I am the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother, Grandfather Frost, will come and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start being naughty, it will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh, oh, oh! What a bad winter! What a scary Santa Claus! - said the children.
- Wait, children... But I will give you a ride from the mountains, skates and sleds. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a merry Christmas tree and Grandfather Frost with gifts. Don't you love winters?

kind girl

K.V. Lukashevich

It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. It was hard for the sparrows. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped pitifully.
I felt sorry for the sparrows kind girl Masha. She began collecting bread crumbs and sprinkled them on her porch every day. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon stopped being afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.

Winter

Volodya was at the Christmas tree

Daniil Kharms, 1930

Volodya was at the Christmas tree. All the children were dancing, but Volodya was so small that he couldn’t even walk yet.
They put Volodya in a chair.
Volodya saw the gun: “Give me! Give me!” - shouts. But he can’t say “give”, because he’s so small that he doesn’t know how to speak yet. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. I want everything!
"Give! Give!" - Volodya shouts.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in a chair and ringing his rattle. Volodya really liked the rattle!

Last year I was at my friends and girlfriends' Christmas tree

Vanya Mokhov

Last year I was at my friends and girlfriends' Christmas tree party. It was a lot of fun. On Yashka's Christmas tree - he played tag, on Shurka's Christmas tree - he played blind man's buff, on Ninka's Christmas tree - he looked at pictures, on Volodya's Christmas tree - he danced in a round dance, on Lizaveta's Christmas tree - he ate chocolates, on Pavlusha's Christmas tree - he ate apples and pears.
And this year I’ll go to the school Christmas tree - it will be even more fun.

Snowman

Once upon a time there lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was filled with children who came here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow and placed them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, they inserted two coals into the snowman, and instead of a nose, they inserted a carrot. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.

The children were called home, but the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds had flown to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to chisel the tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman got scared: “What do you want to do to me?” And the bullfinch, and it was he, replies: “I don’t want to do anything with you, I’m just going to eat a carrot.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat the carrots, it’s my nose. Look, there’s a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then they became friends.

Hello, winter!

So, it has come, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, still gloomy like autumn yesterday, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or if you look around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter, because it, just like spring, fills our chests with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly manner to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”

“Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”

The day was mild and hazy. The reddish sun hung low above long, layered clouds that looked like snow fields. In the garden there were pink trees covered with frost. Vague shadows on the snow were saturated with the same warm light.

Snowdrifts

(From the story “Nikita’s Childhood”)

The wide yard was completely covered with shining, white, soft snow. There were deep human and frequent dog tracks in it. The air, frosty and thin, stung my nose and pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, barns and cattle yards stood squat, covered with white caps, as if they had grown into the snow. The tracks of the runners ran like glass from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the porch along the crunchy steps. Below there was a brand new pine bench with a twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glides well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden, to the dam. There stood huge, wide willows, almost reaching to the sky, covered with frost - each branch looked like it was made of snow.
Nikita turned right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, in the footsteps of others...
During these days, large fluffy snowdrifts have accumulated on the steep banks of the Chagry River. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and it will groan, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right, the river meandered like a bluish shadow between white and fluffy fields. To the left, just above the steep slope, were the black huts and the cranes of the village of Sosnovki sticking out. Blue high smoke rose above the roofs and melted. On a snowy cliff, where spots and stripes were yellow from the ash that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikitin's friends - boys from “our end” of the village. And further, where the river curved, other boys, “Konchanskie”, very dangerous, were barely visible.
Nikita threw the shovel, lowered the bench onto the snow, sat astride it, grabbed the rope tightly, pushed off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, down, like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow ended above the steep slope, the bench flew through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter, and became quieter.
Nikita laughed, got off the bench and dragged her up the mountain, getting stuck up to his knees. When he climbed onto the bank, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black figure of Arkady Ivanovich, taller than a man, as it seemed. Nikita grabbed a shovel, rushed onto the bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung over the river.
Having climbed under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out a cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged in a bench and began to fill it with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench...
- Nikita! Where have you gone? - he heard Arkady Ivanovich’s voice.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head raised.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his glasses and climbed towards the cave, but immediately got stuck up to his waist;
- Get out, I’ll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but got stuck again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- If you don't want to, don't. Stay. The fact is that mom received a letter from Samara... However, goodbye, I'm leaving...
- What letter? - Nikita asked.
- Yeah! So you're here after all.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Lumps of snow immediately flew from above. Nikita's head poked out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed cheerfully.

The story “About trees in winter.”

Buran

A snowy white cloud, as huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon and quickly covered the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn with a thick veil. Suddenly night came... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. A desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan's fluff, and threw them up to the skies... Everything was covered in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!

Everything merged, everything was mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snow dust, which blinded the eyes, took up one’s breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spit on all sides, wrapped itself above and below like a snake, and strangled everything he came across.

The heart of the most timid person sinks, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, for the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. The sight of the disturbance of winter northern nature is so terrible...

The storm raged hour by hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no driving. Deep ravines were made into high mounds...

Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which still continues even then, when the sky already shines with a cloudless blue.

Another night passed. The violent wind died down and the snow settled. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays began to play on the wavy snow...

Winter

Real winter has already arrived. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even the bare birches, alders and rowan trees were covered with frost, like silvery fluff. They stood covered in snow, as if they were wearing an expensive, warm fur coat...

The first snow was falling

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the power of this young snow. There was a smell of snow in the air, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The ground, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this made the houses look different than yesterday. The lights burned brighter, the air was clearer...

Farewell to summer

(Abridged)

One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I was lying with with open eyes, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent behind the glass. In the foggy sky, a lonely moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.
Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow suits the earth very well.
The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.
“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”
- Where did you get these words from, Mitrich? - Reuben asked.
- Is there anything wrong? - the grandfather grinned. - My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug ​​and therefore their beauty never faded.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge of the forest. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but “the ache in his bones did not let him go.”
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on snow-covered rowan trees... Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squeaked pitifully. The sky above was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. Slow snow clouds were coming from there.
The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and finally thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has begun to rule over the earth...

winter night

Night has fallen in the forest.

Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, and light silver frost falls in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars were scattered, apparently and invisibly...

But even on a frosty winter night, hidden life in the forest continues. A frozen branch crunched and broke. It was a white hare running under the trees, bouncing softly. Something hooted and suddenly laughed terribly: somewhere an eagle owl screamed, weasels howled and fell silent, ferrets hunted for mice, owls silently flew over the snowdrifts. Like a fairy-tale sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat down on a bare branch. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees how life goes on in the winter forest, hidden from people.

Aspen

The aspen forest is beautiful even in winter. Against a background of dark spruce trees, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.

Night and daytime birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, and mischievous squirrels store their supplies for the winter. People hollowed out light shuttle boats from thick logs and made troughs. Snowshoe hares feed on the bark of young aspen trees in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.

It used to be that you were walking through the forest, and suddenly, out of the blue, a heavy black grouse would break loose with a noise and fly. A white hare will jump out and run almost from under your feet.

Silver flashes

It's a short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight is level with the windows, a cloudy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, a flock of children returning from school chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a cart with firewood or hay creaks - and it’s evening! In the frosty sky behind the village, silver flashes - the northern lights - begin to dance and shimmer.

At a sparrow's hop

Not much - just a sparrow's jump added a day after the New Year. And the sun had not yet warmed up - like a bear, on all fours, it crawled along the spruce tops across the river.

Snow words

We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it can be different, and to talk about it, you need different words.

And snow falls from the sky in different ways. You raise your head - and it seems that from the clouds, as from branches Christmas tree, shreds of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes that stick together in flight. And sometimes there is snow that you can’t turn your face to: hard white balls cut your forehead painfully. They have another name - grits.

Clean snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunt than powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!

And the snow lies on the ground in different ways. Even if he lay down, this does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.

You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept away by the wind wiper, streams and flows along the ground. This is a snowstorm - drifting snow.

If the wind swirls and snow blows in the air, it’s a blizzard. Well, in the steppe, where I can’t control the wind, a snow storm can break out - a blizzard. If you shout, you won’t hear the voice; you won’t see anything three steps away.

February is the month of blizzards, the month of running and flying snow. In March the snow becomes lazy. It no longer flies from your hand like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: if you step on it, your foot will not fall through.

It was the sun and frost that cast a spell on him. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow became covered with an icy crust and became stale. For such callous snow we have our own harsh word - present.

Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquisitive eyes be among them.

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

The night passed under a large, clear moon, and by morning the first frost had settled. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun appeared and warmed up, the trees and grass were bathed in such heavy dew, the spruce branches looked out from the dark forest with such luminous patterns that the diamonds of our entire land would not have been enough for this decoration.

The Queen Pine, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.

(M. Prishvin)

Quiet snow

They say about silence: “Quiet than water, lower than the grass.” But what could be quieter than falling snow! Yesterday snow fell all day, and it was as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: a rooster crowed, a crow called, a woodpecker drummed, a jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

The hot summer has flown by golden autumn, snow fell - winter has come.

Cold winds blew. The trees stood bare in the forest, waiting for winter clothes. The spruce and pine trees became even greener.

Many times snow began to fall in large flakes, and when people woke up, they rejoiced in winter: such pure winter light shone through the window.

At the first powder the hunters went hunting. And all day long the loud barking of dogs could be heard throughout the forest.

A running trail of a hare stretched across the road and disappeared into the spruce forest. A fox trail, paw by paw, winds along the road. The squirrel ran across the road and, waving its fluffy tail, jumped onto the tree.

There are dark purple cones on the tops of the trees. Crossbills jump on the cones.

Below, on the rowan tree, busty red-throated bullfinches were scattered.

The best thing in the forest is the couch potato bear. In the fall, the thrifty Bear prepared a den. He broke soft spruce twigs and tore the fragrant, resinous bark.

Warm and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Mishka lies, from side to side

turns over. He did not hear how a cautious hunter approached the den.

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Winter is blizzard

There is frost on the streets at night.

Frost walks around the yard, tapping and rattling. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw them like that.

- Oh yes Frost!

Frost walks: sometimes he knocks on the wall, sometimes he clicks on the gate, sometimes he shakes off the frost from the birch tree and scares away the dozing jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.

In the morning the stoves will be flooded, and Frost is right there - blue smoke in the gilded sky has become frozen pillars over the village.

- Oh yes Frost!..

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

It snowed

The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. The snowdrifts are deep. The forest was covered with heavy white caps and became silent.

Hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks on the tablecloth of snow.

Here, near the gnawed aspen trees, a white hare spotted at night; Raising the black tip of its tail, an ermine ran by, hunting for birds and mice. The trail of an old fox winds in a beautiful chain along the forest edge. Along the very edge of the field, trail after trail, robber wolves passed. And the moose crossed the wide planted road, exploding the snow with their hooves...

Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the quiet winter forest covered with snow.

(K. Ushinsky)

On the edge

Quiet early morning in a winter forest. Dawn comes calmly.

Along the forest edge, at the edge of a snowy clearing, an old red fox is making his way from a night hunt.

The snow crunches softly, and the snow crumbles like fluff under the fox’s feet. Paw after paw, the fox's tracks curl around. The fox listens and watches to see if a mouse squeaks under a hummock in the winter nest, or if a long-eared, careless hare will jump out of the bush.

Here she moved in the knots and, seeing the fox, then - oh-oh - peak! peak! - the king tit squeaked. Now, whistling and fluttering, a flock of crossbills flew over the edge of the forest and hastily scattered along the top of the spruce tree decorated with cones.

The fox hears and sees a squirrel climb up a tree, and a snow cap falling from a thick, swaying branch, scattering like diamond dust.

The old, cunning fox sees everything, hears everything, knows everything in the forest.

(K. Ushinsky)

In the den

In early winter, as soon as the snow falls, bears lie in their den.

They carefully and skillfully prepare these winter dens in the wilderness. They line their homes with soft fragrant pine needles, the bark of young fir trees, and dry forest moss.

Warm and cozy in bear dens.

As soon as frost hits the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frost, the stronger the wind sways the trees, the more soundly and deeply they sleep.

In late winter, mother bears give birth to tiny, blind cubs.

Warmth for the cubs in a snow-covered den. They smack, suck milk, climb onto the back of their mother - a huge, strong bear who has built a warm den for them.

Only during a major thaw, when it begins to drip from the trees and white caps of snow fall from the branches, does the bear wake up. He wants to know well: has spring come, has spring begun in the forest?

A bear will lean out of its den, look at the winter forest - and again until spring at the side.

(K. Ushinsky)

What is a natural phenomenon?

Definition. Any change in nature is called a natural phenomenon: the wind changed direction, the sun rose, a chicken hatched from an egg.

Nature can be living or inanimate.

Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.

Examples of weather changes: drop in temperature, frost, snowfall, blizzard, blizzard, ice, thaw.

Seasonal natural phenomena.

All changes in nature associated with the change of seasons - seasons (spring, summer, autumn, winter) are called seasonal natural phenomena.

Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.

Example: ice has formed on the water, snow has covered the ground, the sun is not warm, icicles and ice have appeared.

The transformation of water into ice is a seasonal phenomenon in inanimate nature.

Observed natural phenomena in inanimate nature, occurring around us:

Frost covers rivers and lakes with ice. Draws funny patterns on the windows. Bites nose and cheeks.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky and swirling. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.

Blizzards and blizzards sweep the roads.

The sun is low above the ground and provides little warmth.

It's cold outside, the days are short and the nights are long.

Comes New Year. The city dresses up in elegant garlands.

During the thaw, the snow melts and freezes, forming ice on the roads.

Large icicles grow on the roofs.

What wildlife phenomena can be observed in winter?

For example: bears are hibernating, trees have shed their leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, children went outside with sleds.

In winter, trees stand without leaves - this phenomenon is called seasonal.

Examples of changes that occur in winter in wildlife that we observe:

Flora, wildlife, resting in winter.

The bear sleeps in its den and sucks its paw.

Trees and grass sleep in the meadows, covered with a warm blanket - snow.

Animals are cold in winter, they wear beautiful and fluffy fur coats.

The hares change clothes - they change their gray fur coat to a white one.

People wear warm clothes: hats, fur coats, felt boots and mittens.

Children go sledding, ice skating, make a snowman and play snowballs.

On New Year's Day, children decorate the Christmas tree with toys and have fun.

The Snow Maiden and Father Frost come to us for the holiday.

In winter, birds - tits and bullfinches - fly from the forest to our feeders.

Birds and animals go hungry in winter. People feed them.

More stories about winter:

In winter, it may seem like a myriad of stars are shining in the sky. Reflecting with silvery reflections on the fluffy snow, they fill the world with a certain secret that only a select few can know. They say winter is the time of the wolf. A time of biting cold, hunger and icy hopelessness. During this period, you can find out who was right, who was wrong, and who secretly gives magic to others. And even in the description of winter nature you can find a secret sign of what to do next.

Waiting

Winter is a time of expectation, a period when in a string of ingloriously passing minutes a person tries to find something special, dear and warm. Severe frosts, severe snowstorms, an ice-bound winter forest - a description of nature can take more than one page of text. But what does a person do in this overall picture? He's just waiting. Waiting for holidays, snow, spring, words and something special. After all, only in winter there are so many reasons for long-awaited meetings and fun.

But it’s not just humans who are waiting. To fall to the ground, a snowflake must fly for an hour at a speed of 5 centimeters per second. Looking at the snow-covered nature, we have no idea how much time it took for Her Majesty Winter to weave a fluffy blanket from tiny snowflakes and create a beautiful winter landscape. Describing nature at this time of year is a real pleasure. Artists, writers, poets - not one of them could ignore winter in their work. After all, no, there was not and there will not be a person who would remain indifferent while contemplating the snowy expanses.

About snowflakes

More than half of the world's population has never seen real snow - the main attribute of winter. Perhaps the hardest thing for these people is to imagine how literally overnight the entire world around them becomes enchantingly snow-white. The earth sparkles in the sun's rays, as if strewn with diamonds. Snow reflects 90% of the sun's rays, sending them back into space, thereby preventing the soil from warming up. There are 350 million snowflakes in one cubic meter of snow, and several billion of them fall in one short snowstorm. And even among such a quantity it is impossible to find two identical ones.

Winter in the city

It always comes suddenly. After a gray and dank late autumn, winter suddenly comes. It’s as if there is a click in nature, it seems as if someone pressed a switch and turned on the snow, along with which the long-awaited season comes.

Winter tends to change everything around us. Even the noisy streets of big cities, gray concrete houses and high-rise offices become simple, welcoming and festive. Snow hides all imperfections and turns everyday life into a fleeting fairy tale with a hint of deja vu. But still, the true essence of winter can be observed by contemplating nature.

Forest

Anyone can probably make a beautiful description of winter nature, especially those who have seen a forest at this time of year. Tall spruces covered with snow stand majestically on the slopes. The last rays of the sun break through their branches. Rare gray clouds are already beginning to cover the sky, but through them you can still see the azure dome. Under a thick layer of snow, the outlines of bushes, stones and fallen trees can be discerned.

As if painted by the hand of a talented artist, snow lies on every branch. From time to time a playful wind flies in, and he falls down, drowning in an untouched snow-white blanket. In the winter forest, even the air is different. It is fresh, cold and seems to have a blue tint. It's quiet here, so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat. The usual rustles and sounds that can be heard at any other time disappear in winter. Everything stands still, as if plunged into a deep hundred-year sleep.

Changes

The winter day is drawing to a close. Nature, as described by an ordinary contemplator, will also change its form. The forest will turn from a fairy tale creepy story. As soon as the sun touches the horizon, ominous shadows will immediately appear on the snow. Charming fir trees will instantly turn into multi-armed monsters, and the blessed silence will be perceived as an ominous omen. But one can describe winter nature in this way only before the moon rises. Then the world will change again.

The ominous shadows will immediately disappear, the spruce trees will turn silver, and numerous stars will begin to peer into the snow, trying to find their reflection in it. There can hardly be anything better than winter nature - a landscape in the description of which you can see so many changes.

Village

But winter comes not only to the forest. A description of winter nature can be made by looking at an ordinary village, of which there are much more in the country than large cities. Here everything is different from the forest, and completely different from the big city. Winter in the village is completely different. This is a difficult time, but still it is completely filled with smoke and laughter.

The rustic winter nature, as described by professionals, resembles a completely different world: exquisite, magical and completely distant. But for ordinary people, winter in the village means work, everyday joys and the sounds of a blizzard, alluring with their careless sound.

There is much more snow in the village than in the city, sometimes the wind blows snowdrifts as tall as a man. And often it has to be cleared manually, since many villages do not have equipment specially designed for this purpose. But here the snow always remains white, without a touch of city and everyday dust.

Winter nature in the village provides many opportunities for pranks. Here you can make a big, high slide and not be afraid that you will fly onto the highway. You can also go to the forest to ski or just play in the snow. No matter how you look at it, village children always have more snow than city children.

Purpose

Winter in the village has always been the most comfortable. Snow carefully covers low houses, covers wide fields, making them completely flat, and frost fetters the winding river so that it does not wake up sleeping trees with its noise. With the arrival of winter and snow, silence always comes to the village, which is so different from the silence of the forest. Once you listen, you can clearly hear what the neighbors are talking about at the other end of the street.

In winter, the smell of smoke that comes out of chimneys is always stronger. At night you can hear the blizzard whispering under the windows, and during the day you have to involuntarily cover your eyes with your hand to protect yourself from the bright light reflecting from the white fluffy mound.

From December to February, the world around us becomes completely different. The description of the winter landscape can be reduced to three words: cold, insensitive, cruel. He is magnificent in his sparkling silence, which conceals rustles, sounds, requests. And yet winter exists for a reason. She so diligently decorates the world. But for what? Perhaps it’s all about the person who is given the ability to look, think and think.

The beauty of the surrounding world fascinates, awakens warmth and high spirits in the soul. White snow like a white sheet. You look at him, and it seems that everything can be changed, corrected, improved, achieved. A cold and unapproachable winter shackles the world, as if trying to tell a person to stop for a moment, look around and remember what is most important.

Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin is rightfully considered a great landscape painter. He, like no one else, managed to convey through his canvases the beauty of the pristine forest, the endless expanses of fields, and the cold of harsh winter. His works of art so realistic that, looking at the picture, it’s as if you are surrounded by nature. It seems that a breeze is about to blow or you can hear the cracking of branches.

His painting “Winter in the Forest” (the second title of the painting is “Rime”) is no exception. Let's look at it with all our attention. To write a good, beautiful essay, you need to answer yourself some questions.

Questions about the painting Winter in the Forest by Shishkin

1. What is shown in the picture? (winter forest)
2. What is shown in the foreground? (tree trunks covered with snow)
3. What is the weather like in this winter forest? (quiet, windless)
4. Why is the forest on the right dark? (it is thick, the crowns do not allow sunlight to pass through)
5. What do we see in the middle of the canvas? (clearing)
6. What could be behind the forest? (field, meadow)
7. How did the artist paint the sky? (used bright blue shades)
8. What was the artist trying to convey to the viewer? (the beauty of the winter forest)
9. What sensations do you experience when looking at the picture? (pride in Russian nature, admiration, love for it)

Not a single essay can be completed without a plan.

Plan for the description of the painting "Winter in the Forest" by Shishkin

1. Introduction
2. Main part
3. Your attitude to the picture

As usual, when describing a painting, it is necessary to introduce it to the audience, naming the author of the painting and mentioning its title. Next, we will say in general terms what is depicted. In our case, this is a winter forest, a forest in winter. We begin to describe the picture in detail: foreground, right, left, central composition, background. Mention what colors and shades Shishkin used when painting the picture. Next, we write what the artist wanted to say, what to express with this canvas and our attitude towards the painting.

Colorful descriptions for essays

A snow-white carpet, fluffy snow, rough trunks, bare branches spread out, withered grass, a dark menacing forest, a sunny day, a clear sky, the trees seemed to part, a magical forest.

Essay examples

Of course, you should not rewrite these essays word for word, but they will give you ideas, inspire you, and you will write a description of this wonderful forest even more colorfully.

Description essay for 3rd grade

In front of me is one of the paintings by the artist Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin, “Winter in the Forest.”
The painting depicts a winter forest. In the foreground of the picture there are dark, rough tree trunks covered with snow. There is fluffy frost on their branches. The earth and dry grasses are covered with a white snow carpet, which makes it very light. One feels that the weather is calm and windless. To depict the forest on the right side of the canvas, the artist used darker colors to show that the forest is dense. On the left, the forest is sparser, with thin young trees growing there. In the middle of the picture, the forest seems to part. Behind it is a snow-covered meadow or field. In the distance and above the forest, a bright blue sky opens up to the eye.
It is clear from the painting that the artist knows and loves the beauty of the Russian winter. Looking at the picture, I also feel a love for Russian nature and a desire to be in this fabulously beautiful forest.

In the painting “Winter in the Forest” by the famous landscape painter Shishkin, a winter forest appears before us.
Thin trees with intricately curved branches stretch upward. Their rough trunks were covered in places with snow, and their branches were dusted with frost. Snow lies everywhere, covers the ground, bends dry grass to it. The rays of the sun illuminate the clearing. The weather is clear and frosty. A little to the right the forest is no longer so light. Its thick crown allows almost no light to pass through. In the center of the picture, between the trees, you can walk along a clearing to the edge of the forest.
The color scheme of the landscape is not very diverse. To depict the trees, the artist chose shades of gray and brown, for the snow - white and grayish, and only the sky above the forest is striking in its blue.
The landscape artist depicted the beauty very accurately native nature. I want to look at the picture again and again!

4th grade

One of my favorite paintings by Shishkin is “Winter Forest”. What is always amazing about Shishkin is how he could paint nature in such a way that it creates complete immersion, a feeling of presence, the reality of what is happening!
No time machine needed. I’m already there, looking at the picture and clearly feeling myself in this forest, walking along this snow-covered path, touching the branches in the frost and feeling the snow falling from them onto my palms. White snow creaks underfoot, and all around are bare, rough tree trunks. In the distance, behind the forest, I can see a clearing, a little more, and I will already come out into a clearing in the snowdrifts. And above your head there is an incredibly blue sky.
How did Shishkin know how to paint pictures like that? Incredible! Only a genius can do this. And what a beauty! I love the forest, but a forest under the snow is something special, fabulous, magical. The love with which Shishkin treated nature is transmitted to the viewer. I admire this painting and the work of the great landscape painter Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin in general.

5th grade

Forest. Winter. A real snowy Russian frosty winter with its unusually magical sensations of fairy tales. The forest is always something mysterious and fabulous, and even more so in winter. You look around, the frost crackles among the branches. Quiet in the forest. From early morning frost lay on the tree branches. The power of frost is so strong and it makes your soul feel so good. The main thing here is to dress warmly so that the cold does not penetrate to your very core. And off to the forest thicket.
The sky is blue-blue, almost crystal blue. The frost is getting stronger and stronger, and this despite the fact that the sun is shining. In winter it is weak. It shines brightly, but it doesn’t matter if it warms, it just blinds the eyes, because in the sun the snow is not just white, but sparkling white. If you look at it for a long time, you can go slightly blind from the snow-white shine.
A forest in winter is not a summer forest with its noise. The winter forest is silence, it is an amazing high spirits. And most importantly, in the winter forest you can feel carefree and happy. Of course, you shouldn't go deep into the forest. Beauty is beauty, but the beast roams around hungry. You never know who you will meet. Here you may meet a boar or a wolf. Both of them rarely walk alone in winter, usually in flocks.
It was the feeling of the grandeur of the winter Russian forest that was successfully conveyed by great artist Ivan Shishkin. His canvas breathes frosty forest air and therefore, at times, it seems that the canvas is alive and not painted.

The past two weeks have been quite warm and very snowy. There was more snow than in the past few months of winter, and it became impossible to walk across the field to the forest in boots alone, since the durable crust that could easily hold a person was covered with a thick and soft carpet of snow.

Winter reluctantly surrendered its rights to spring, although today turned out to be quite frosty. The high blue sky and bright sun indicated that very soon it would become warm and the snow that had covered everything around would melt.

The hunting skis rolled easily across the fluffy snow field, leaving behind an even shiny trail. The snowflakes at the toes of the skis swelled pleasantly and, having risen a little into the air, fell, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow, near the ski track.

It was unbearably painful to look around you - the dazzling whiteness of the snow hurt your unprotected eyes, but this snow cover seemed amazingly fabulous, shimmering in the bright sun so that it seemed as if it was not snow, but myriads of priceless gems thrown to the surface by someone’s generous hand fields.

The gently protruding forest, which in previous gray snowy days seemed gloomy and inaccessible, suddenly transformed fabulously: the trees sprinkled with a thick layer of snow played and shimmered in the sun with all possible colors, and this made the forest seem weightless, airy, sparklingly transparent.

How nice and quiet it was in the forest. The air was filled with an elusive purity and freshness; squirrel tracks snaked around the trees and the sweeping tracks of hares were visible. It was a mixed forest, densely overgrown in its depths with young trees, constantly fighting among themselves for light.

The spruce trees covered with snow seemed like majestic guards of this forest. Small fir trees bent under the weight of the snow, and it was enough to lightly touch the tree so that it, instantly straightening up, threw off its snow cap with a pleasant rustle.

Huge pine trees seemed to reach the very heavens with their tops. Their smooth, straight trunks were not afraid of any adversity. They seemed like mighty giants here.

Occasionally, the birch trees that came across were sprinkled with a thick layer of snow, tightly wrapping each of their branches. In the bright sun they shimmered and seemed made from all precious stones peace.

The forest seemed alive: here and there a slight cracking of trees was heard, sometimes a snow cap fell with a noise from a tree, and then it either straightened up or raised up its branches bent to the ground.

The tracks of the animals made it clear that in the absence of people life was in full swing here, but now, frightened, they were invisible or moved to more remote places where it was very difficult to get them, but even now there was a feeling that someone was watching everyone with your step.

The sun had long been at its zenith and, slowly rolling towards sunset, illuminated everything from a completely new angle, creating the feeling that this familiar forest was becoming somehow different, more bizarre and fabulous. Easily penetrating between the trunks, it illuminated them, and the air between them, saturated with weightless snowflakes, sparkled brightly, giving the impression that the snowflakes were rising upward in their endless dance.

The skis glided with ease along the track that had been left earlier. It seemed that a multi-kilometer walk should have been tiring, but there was no fatigue. The forest filled everyone who came to it with life-giving power. And, as if saying goodbye, he playfully brought down on me the snow cap of an accidentally touched spruce branch, which noisily straightened up and waved after me for a long time.

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