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Autumn is a beautiful time of year. Bright trees and the inevitable fall of leaves with crimson carpets underfoot. A favorite of poets, giving self-confidence.

The hot summer is over. Now autumn has become the full-fledged mistress of nature. The nights are getting colder and only the daytime sun still brings to us the echoes of the warm summer. The fields, once strewn with cereals, took a well-deserved rest, and the gardens generously presented their owners with a harvest. More and more often gray clouds are visible in the sky and light rain is dripping, birds fly away to the south.

The trees change their color from the usual green to bright and fiery colors such as yellow, crimson, crimson, brown bronze and yellow-orange. If you look towards the forest, you can see how rich it is in gold at this time of year. It seems that he is ready to cover every corner of the Earth with his wealth. And in its depths at this time it hides a lot of beautiful mushrooms, which you just want to quickly put in your basket. Walking through the parks, you can see rowan trees, which are decorated with gorgeous red clusters, like beads, and feel how a soft crimson-golden carpet lies under your feet, walking along which you are immersed in deep thoughts, there is a desire to create something new, drink warm coffee and wrap yourself in plaid. The once green grass also begins to change its outfit to a more golden one and falls to the ground. Autumn is a time of new beginnings and learning.

I absolutely love autumn. At this golden time of the year, you can collect a huge hill of leaves that were recently spread over our heads on tall trees and just fall on it, lie and dreamily watch the flow of clouds, dream about distant warm countries and just about a good future. On these autumn days, I want to catch every breath of a warm breeze, every sunny day, bringing with it joy and at the same time some sadness, because the realization comes that very soon everything will change. Very soon the trees will remain standing completely without their beautiful clothes, the air will become colder and colder, the days will become even shorter, and the crimson-golden carpet under our feet will be carried away by the wind to places unknown to us. Everything in the autumn air will remind us of the imminent change of power in nature, because the arrival of the snow queen-winter is not far off and everything will be covered with another, no less beautiful carpet.

It seems to me that it was not in vain that many poets sang all the majestic beauty of the golden autumn! No wonder so many kind words were said to her! After all, it is she who gives people faith and hope in something new. It seems that she takes all the failures along with her falling leaves and takes them to a place where they will no longer torment anyone. It is in autumn that it seems that the souls and hearts of people open up, they are filled with wild warmth and the desire to live in a new way! Often I have the thought that we are so lucky to see all this miracle and autumn beauty, because this is a real jewel that cannot be bought with the world’s money alone and cannot be known by looking at pictures and films, it must be felt with all your being. It's a pity that golden autumn lasts a short time. But, despite this, we manage to enjoy its generosity and beauty.

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It's over fun summer. Full owner in nature it became September. It becomes unusually cold in the morning and at night. Only during the day the sun is still warm, trying to remind us of summer. After exhausting long labor, the fields are resting. The golden gardens have already given their owners their harvest. The cool breeze of autumn can be felt everywhere. Low clouds began to appear more and more often in the gray sky. It's raining lightly.

The forest is silent and sad, it seems that he is thinking. The trees will very soon have to completely undress, throw off their heavy outfit, and in the future expose the branches of the blizzard.

Orange leaves slowly circle in the air. Thin aspen trees creak sadly at the edge of the forest, having not yet experienced the long pre-winter sleep. Slender honey mushrooms grow around a rotten stump. There are a lot of mushrooms, and each one just begs to be added to the basket. The mountain ash drooped in luxurious red clusters.

The green grass turned yellow and fell to the ground. Late cranes make their last farewell circle high in the sky. They once again remind us that autumn has come. The cranes fly away and crow sadly.

On such days, for a moment the soul is covered with a bright sadness. We plunge into thoughts about meaning human existence. All this is a sign that the most beautiful time of the year has arrived, which was sung by poets, artists, and composers. Golden autumn has arrived.

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Autumn is considered the most capricious, apparently due to variability autumn weather. Now the cool sun is shining, now it is drizzling with sad rain, now there are gray gloomy days, now a strong wind is blowing. However, autumn has a majestic, mature beauty.

In September and early October, nature is lush and bright: the trees change their already worn green attire into luxurious golden robes, decorated with bright yellow and red decorations. The heat has passed. The days are clear, warm, and the weather is mild, so you just want to walk along the quiet streets and admire the beauty that surrounds you.

The richness of the flowers makes your eyes wide open! Autumn flowers are blooming - asters, dahlias, and the scent of roses is still floating in the air. During Indian summer, everything around is covered with cobwebs. And when a light rain passes, its drops get tangled in them and shine in the sun, wetting the spiders’ creations.

And then autumn becomes sad. The leaves of the trees are slowly falling, turning into a soft carpet that rustles underfoot. And if even a slight frost hits, most trees drop all their leaves at the same time. By next spring, the birds fly away to warmer climes. It’s getting colder, and therefore you don’t want rain, but it rains more and more often. And the wind gets stronger. The sun sets earlier every day, and it is uncomfortable and cold outside. And autumn, saying goodbye to us, imperceptibly turns into winter.

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Autumn is a sad, but incredibly beautiful time of year. I'm talking about the time when all nature around changes its green outfit to yellow, crimson, scarlet and orange.

I love autumn, it’s a pity I just have to go to school after the holidays. But on the other hand, I meet friends, we share our impressions of the past summer and funny stories.

At first, autumn creeps up unnoticed, as if by chance. In September, the green foliage is still the same as in summer, only the nights become colder. And then the days. The air seems more transparent, and the sky appears higher. The wind gradually becomes sharper and colder. It reminds you that the warm, carefree days of summer are over, and autumn is already on the doorstep. A little later the leaves will begin to turn yellow. First one at a time, and then more and more. By October they will all change color, and surrounding nature replete with warm shades.

Even in October, mushrooms appear in the forests. I look forward to this time with trepidation. My parents and I often go with baskets for porcini mushrooms or honey mushrooms. I love wild mushrooms. It seems to me that not a single champignon or oyster mushroom that is sold in the store can compare with them.

The first of October is my grandmother's birthday. On this day, the whole family gathers in our house, and it is filled with noise and laughter. She is given a lot of autumn flowers: asters, chrysanthemums and octobers, which emit a very pleasant, light aroma.

Unfortunately, this beauty quickly fades, and by November there is nothing left. The trees stand with bare branches, and it rains from the sky almost all the time. Nature is already in slumber before the arrival of winter, which will cover everything with its fluffy white blanket until next spring. I don’t feel like going out anymore and have to sit at home in the evenings, but my friends and I still find interesting things to do. For example, we watch movies together or play board games.

Winter will come soon, snow will fall, and we will be able to have fun outside again.

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They often say about autumn: golden autumn. It’s not hard to guess why: the leaves on the trees turn from green to a variety of shades of gold and gold. Yellow ocher, red copper, greenish brass, brown bronze, pale yellow and orange-yellow gold - these colors are primarily reminiscent of autumn. You look at the forest, which is all painted in such shades and you involuntarily think: yes, golden autumn. This is truly a very beautiful time, perhaps the most beautiful of the year. In any case, many artists especially like to paint autumn landscapes. This theme gives them the richest choice of colors.

It's a pity that this time is very short. If the calendar autumn lasts three months, then the golden autumn - when all the trees are yellow - is only two to three weeks. And, having pleased the eye with pure golden shades, the leaves suddenly begin to quickly crumble. The foliage that remains on the trees is thinning daily, and leaf fall is intensifying. The earth also becomes covered with gold, this gold - fallen leaves - rustles underfoot. And the mood is a little sad because this beauty is so short-lived.

The more leaves on the ground, the fewer there are on the trees. And one day there will be no leaves left on the trees at all, only black bare trunks. It is also still autumn, but no longer golden.

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

The chirping swallows have long since flown south, and even earlier, as if on cue, the swift swifts disappeared.

On autumn days, the children heard the passing cranes crowing in the sky as they said goodbye to their dear homeland. They looked after them for a long time with some special feeling, as if the cranes were taking summer with them.

Quietly talking, the geese flew to the warm south...

People are preparing for a cold winter. The rye and wheat were mowed long ago. We prepared feed for the livestock. They are picking the last apples from the orchards. They dug up potatoes, beets, and carrots and put them away for the winter.

The animals are also preparing for winter. The nimble squirrel accumulated nuts in the hollow and dried selected mushrooms. Little voles brought grains into the holes and prepared fragrant soft hay.

In late autumn, a hardworking hedgehog builds its winter lair. He dragged a whole heap of dry leaves under an old stump. You will sleep peacefully all winter under a warm blanket.

The autumn sun warms less and less often, more and more sparingly.

Soon, soon the first frosts will begin.

Mother Earth will freeze until spring. Everyone took from her everything she could give.

Autumn

A fun summer has flown by. So autumn has come. It's time to harvest the harvest. Vanya and Fedya are digging potatoes. Vasya collects beets and carrots, and Fenya collects beans. There are a lot of plums in the garden. Vera and Felix collect fruit and send it to the school cafeteria. There everyone is treated to ripe and tasty fruits.

In the forest

Grisha and Kolya went into the forest. They picked mushrooms and berries. They put mushrooms in a basket and berries in a basket. Suddenly thunder struck. The sun has disappeared. Clouds appeared all around. The wind bent the trees towards the ground. It began to rain heavily. The boys went to the forester's house. Soon the forest became quiet. The rain has stopped. The sun came out. Grisha and Kolya went home with mushrooms and berries.

Mushrooms

The guys went into the forest to pick mushrooms. Roma found a beautiful boletus under a birch tree. Valya saw a small oil can under the pine tree. Seryozha spotted a huge boletus in the grass. In the grove they collected full baskets of various mushrooms. The guys returned home happy and happy.

Forest in autumn

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

The Russian forest is beautiful and sad in the early autumn days. Bright spots of red-yellow maples and aspens stand out against the golden background of yellowed foliage. Slowly circling in the air, light, weightless yellow leaves fall and fall from the birches. Thin silver threads of light cobwebs stretched from tree to tree. Late autumn flowers are still blooming.

The air is transparent and clean. The water in forest ditches and streams is clear. Every pebble at the bottom is visible.

Quiet in the autumn forest. Only fallen leaves rustle underfoot. Sometimes a hazel grouse whistles subtly. And this makes the silence even more audible.

It's easy to breathe in the autumn forest. And I don’t want to leave it for a long time. It’s good in the autumn flowery forest... But something sad, farewell is heard and seen in it.

Nature in autumn

The mysterious princess Autumn will take tired nature into her hands, dress her in golden outfits and drench her in long rains. Autumn will calm the breathless earth, blow away the last leaves with the wind and lay it in the cradle of a long winter sleep.

Autumn day in a birch grove

I was sitting in a birch grove in the fall, around mid-September. From the very morning there was a light rain, replaced at times by warm sunshine; the weather was changeable. The sky was either covered with loose white clouds, then suddenly cleared in places for a moment, and then, from behind the parted clouds, azure appeared, clear and gentle...

I sat and looked around and listened. The leaves rustled slightly above my head; by their noise alone one could find out what time of year it was then. It was not the cheerful, laughing trembling of spring, not the soft whispering, not the long chatter of summer, not the timid and cold babbling of late autumn, but barely audible, drowsy chatter. A weak wind pulled slightly over the tops. The interior of the grove, wet from the rain, was constantly changing, depending on whether the sun was shining or covered with clouds; She then lit up all over, as if suddenly everything in her was smiling... then suddenly everything around her turned slightly blue again: the bright colors instantly faded... and stealthily, slyly, the smallest rain began to fall and whisper through the forest.

The foliage on the birches was still almost all green, although noticeably paler; only here and there stood one young girl, all red or all gold...

Not a single bird was heard: everyone took refuge and fell silent; only occasionally did the mocking voice of a tit ring like a steel bell.

An autumn, clear, slightly cold, frosty day in the morning, when a birch tree, like a fairy-tale tree, all golden, is beautifully drawn in the pale blue sky, when the low sun no longer warms, but shines brighter than a summer one, a small aspen grove sparkles through and through, as if it’s fun and easy to stand naked, the frost is still white at the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind quietly stirs and drives away the fallen, warped leaves - when blue waves joyfully rush along the river, quietly lifting up the scattered geese and ducks; in the distance the mill knocks, half-hidden by willows, and, dappling the light air, pigeons quickly circle above it...

By the beginning of September the weather suddenly changed dramatically and completely unexpectedly. Quiet and cloudless days immediately arrived, so clear, sunny and warm, which were not even in July. On the dried, compressed fields, on their prickly yellow stubble, an autumn cobweb glistened with a mica sheen. The calmed trees silently and obediently dropped their yellow leaves.

Late autumn

Korolenko Vladimir Galaktionovich

Late autumn is coming. The fruit has become heavy; he breaks down and falls to the ground. He dies, but the seed lives in him, and in this seed lives in “possibility” the entire future plant, with its future luxurious foliage and its new fruit. The seed will fall to the ground; and the cold sun is already rising low above the earth, a cold wind is running, cold clouds are rushing... Not only passion, but life itself freezes quietly, imperceptibly... The earth is increasingly emerging from under the greenery with its blackness, cold tones dominate in the sky ... And then the day comes when millions of snowflakes fall on this resigned and quiet, as if widowed earth, and it all becomes smooth, monochromatic and white... White is the color of cold snow, the color of the highest clouds that float in unattainable cold heavenly heights, - the color of majestic and barren mountain peaks...

Antonov apples

Bunin Ivan Alekseevich

I remember an early fine autumn. August had warm rains at the right time, in the middle of the month. I remember an early, fresh, quiet morning... I remember a large, all golden, dried up and thinning garden, I remember maple alleys, the subtle aroma of fallen leaves and - the smell Antonov apples, the smell of honey and autumn freshness. The air is so clean, it’s as if there is none at all. There is a strong smell of apples everywhere.

By night it becomes very cold and dewy. Having inhaled the rye aroma of new straw and chaff on the threshing floor, you cheerfully walk home for dinner past the garden rampart. Voices in the village or the creaking of gates can be heard unusually clearly in the chilly dawn. It's getting dark. And here’s another smell: there’s a fire in the garden and there’s a strong wafting of fragrant smoke from cherry branches. In the darkness, in the depths of the garden, there is a fabulous picture: as if in a corner of hell, a crimson flame is burning near a hut, surrounded by darkness...

“Vigorous Antonovka - for a fun year.” Village affairs are good if the Antonovka crop is cropped: that means the grain crop is cropped... I remember a fruitful year.

At early dawn, when the roosters were still crowing, you would open a window into a cool garden filled with a purple fog, through which the morning sun shines brightly here and there... You would run to the pond to wash your face. Almost all the small leaves have flown off the coastal vines, and the branches show through in the turquoise sky. The water under the vines became clear, icy, and seemingly heavy. It instantly drives away nighttime laziness.

You enter the house and first of all you will hear the smell of apples, and then others.

Since the end of September, our gardens and threshing floor have been empty, the weather, as usual, has changed dramatically. The wind tore and tore the trees for days on end, and the rains watered them from morning to night.

The liquid shone coldly and brightly in the north above the heavy lead clouds. blue sky, and from behind these clouds the ridges of snowy mountains-clouds slowly floated out, the window into the blue sky closed, and the garden became deserted and boring, and the rain began to fall again... at first quietly, carefully, then more and more thickly and finally turned into downpour with storm and darkness. A long, anxious night was coming...

From such a scolding the garden emerged completely naked, covered with wet leaves and somehow quiet and resigned. But how beautiful it was when clear weather came again, clear and cold days of early October, the farewell holiday of autumn! The preserved foliage will now hang on the trees until the first frost. The black garden will shine through the cold turquoise sky and dutifully wait for winter, warming itself in the sunshine. And the fields are already turning sharply black with arable land and brightly green with bushy winter crops...

You wake up and lie in bed for a long time. There is silence throughout the whole house. Ahead lies a whole day of peace in the already silent, winter-like estate. Slowly get dressed, wander around the garden, find an accidentally forgotten cold and wet apple in the wet leaves, and for some reason it will seem unusually tasty, not at all like the others.

Dictionary of native nature

It is impossible to list the signs of all seasons. Therefore, I skip summer and move on to autumn, to its first days, when “September” already begins.

The earth is withering, but the “Indian summer” is still ahead with its last bright, but already cold, like the shine of mica, radiance of the sun. From the thick blue of the sky, washed with cool air. With a flying web (“the yarn of the Virgin Mary,” as earnest old women still call it in some places) and a fallen, withered leaf covering the empty waters. Birch groves stand like crowds of beautiful girls in shawls embroidered with gold leaf. “A sad time is a charm of the eyes.”

Then - bad weather, heavy rains, the icy northern wind “Siverko”, plowing through the leaden waters, cold, coldness, pitch-black nights, icy dew, dark dawns.

So everything goes on until the first frost grabs and binds the earth, the first powder falls and the first path is established. And there is already winter with blizzards, blizzards, drifting snow, snowfall, gray frosts, poles in the fields, the creaking of cuttings on the sledges, a gray, snowy sky...

Often in the fall I closely watched the falling leaves in order to catch that imperceptible split second when the leaf separates from the branch and begins to fall to the ground, but for a long time I was not able to do this. I've read in old books about the sound of falling leaves, but I've never heard that sound. If the leaves rustled, it was only on the ground, under a person’s feet. The rustling of leaves in the air seemed as implausible to me as stories about hearing grass sprouting in the spring.

I was, of course, wrong. Time was needed so that the ear, dulled by the grinding of city streets, could rest and catch the very pure and precise sounds of the autumn land.

One late evening I went out into the garden to the well. I placed a dim kerosene bat lantern on the frame and took out some water. Leaves were floating in the bucket. They were everywhere. There was no way to get rid of them anywhere. Brown bread from the bakery was brought with wet leaves stuck to it. The wind threw handfuls of leaves on the table, on the bed, on the floor. on books, and it was difficult to groom along the paths of tallow: you had to walk on the leaves, as if through deep snow. We found leaves in the pockets of our raincoats, in our caps, in our hair - everywhere. We slept on them and were thoroughly saturated with their smell.

There are autumn nights, deaf and silent, when there is no wind over the black wooded edge and only the watchman's beater can be heard from the village outskirts.

It was such a night. The lantern illuminated the well, the old maple under the fence and the nasturtium bush tousled by the wind in the yellowed flowerbed.

I looked at the maple and saw how a red leaf carefully and slowly separated from the branch, shuddered, stopped in the air for an instant and began to fall obliquely at my feet, slightly rustling and swaying. For the first time I heard the rustling of a falling leaf - an unclear sound, like a child’s whisper.

My home

Paustovsky Konstantin Georgievich

It’s especially good in the gazebo on quiet autumn nights, when the slow, sheer rain is making a low noise in the sala.

The cool air barely moves the candle tongue. Corner shadows from grape leaves lie on the ceiling of the gazebo. A moth, looking like a lump of gray raw silk, lands on an open book and leaves the finest shiny dust on the page. It smells like rain - a gentle and at the same time pungent smell of moisture, damp garden paths.

At dawn I wake up. The fog rustles in the garden. Leaves are falling in the fog. I pull a bucket of water out of the well. A frog jumps out of the bucket. I douse myself with well water and listen to the shepherd’s horn - he is still singing far away, right at the outskirts.

It's getting light. I take the oars and go to the river. I'm sailing in the fog. The East is turning pink. The smell of smoke from rural stoves can no longer be heard. All that remains is the silence of the water and the thickets of centuries-old willows.

Ahead is a deserted September day. Ahead - lost in this big world fragrant foliage, grass, autumn withering, calm waters, clouds, low sky. And I always feel this confusion as happiness.

What types of rains are there?

Paustovsky Konstantin Georgievich

(Excerpt from the story “Golden Rose”)

The sun sets in the clouds, smoke falls to the ground, swallows fly low, roosters crow endlessly in the courtyards, clouds stretch across the sky in long, foggy strands - all these are signs of rain. And shortly before the rain, although the clouds have not yet gathered, a gentle breath of moisture can be heard. It must be brought from where the rains have already fallen.

But now the first drops begin to drip. The popular word “drip” well conveys the occurrence of rain, when even rare drops leave dark specks on dusty paths and roofs.

Then the rain disperses. It is then that the wonderful cool smell of earth, moistened for the first time with the squeeze, appears. It doesn't last long. It is replaced by the smell of wet grass, especially nettle.

It is characteristic that, no matter what kind of rain it will be, as soon as it begins, it is always called very affectionately - rain. “The rain is gathering”, “the rain is falling”, “the rain is washing the grass”...

How, for example, does spore rain differ from mushroom rain?

The word “sporey” means fast, quick. The stinging rain is pouring vertically and heavily. He always approaches with a rushing noise.

The spore rain on the river is especially good. Each drop of it knocks out a round depression in the water, a small water bowl, jumps up, falls again, and is still visible at the bottom of this water bowl for a few moments before disappearing. The drop shines and looks like pearls.

At the same time, there is a glass ringing all over the river. By the height of this ringing you can guess whether the rain is gaining strength or subsiding.

And a fine mushroom rain sleepily falls from the low clouds. The puddles from this rain are always warm. He doesn’t ring, but whispers something of his own, soporific, and barely noticeably fidgets in the bushes, as if touching first one leaf and then another with a soft paw.

Forest humus and moss absorb this rain slowly and thoroughly. Therefore, after it, mushrooms begin to grow wildly - sticky boletus, yellow chanterelles, boletus mushrooms, ruddy saffron milk caps, honey mushrooms and countless toadstools.

During mushroom rains, the air smells of smoke and the cunning and cautious fish - the roach - takes it well.

People say about blind rain falling in the sun: “The princess is crying.” The sparkling sunny drops of this rain look like large tears. And who should cry such shining tears of grief or joy if not the fairy-tale beauty princess!

You can spend a long time following the play of light during rain, the variety of sounds - from a measured knock on a plank roof and a liquid ringing in a drainpipe to a continuous, intense roar when the rain pours, as they say, like a wall.

All this is only an insignificant part of what can be said about rain...

Alice Mathieson

Golden autumn

It gets cooler in autumn. The days are already shorter because it gets dark early. Trees are shedding leaves. They are very beautiful, they have rich colors: red, yellow, orange. Increasingly, a strong wind blows, spins the leaves and easily lowers them to the ground. At times the sky becomes cloudy and it rains. I love this time of year, you can walk through the park and admire the golden autumn nature.
Dasha Larionova

Golden autumn

Autumn is a very beautiful time of year. It’s a little sad because the leaves are flying away, but standing under the colorful leaves is pleasant and fun. Nature says goodbye to us until spring; chestnuts and acorns shed their unusually beautiful fruits. Yellow maple leaves appear golden in the sun, making the park even brighter and sunnier. You can collect all these autumn gifts and make a beautiful craft out of them that will remind us of this wonderful time all winter.
Autumn smells of apples and rowan berries. There is nothing more beautiful than a carpet of colorful leaves. What a pleasure it is to run through it. I love you, my golden autumn! And I will miss you very much.

Semyon Vinogradov

Golden autumn

Autumn is the brightest time of the year. All the trees dressed up in colorful outfits. Maples - in red caftans. Birches - in yellow sundresses. Oaks - in brown frock coats. Everything shines in the bright autumn sun. There is such beauty that you can’t take your eyes off it. I really like golden autumn. In autumn I like to walk in the forest.

Yura Zaitsev

Warm autumn

Autumn has come. The sun gilded the tops of the trees, painted the leaves in variegated, bright, beautiful colors. Leaves hang on the trees like gold coins. A warm autumn breeze blows, and the leaves turn into small airplanes. The cloud will fly by, the wind will die down, and the leaves will fall onto the water and turn into autumn boats. Other leaves will fall to the ground and cover it with a colorful carpet. When you walk on it, the leaves rustle like fried chips. And it comes right away good mood. And I want to roll around in the leaves. In the sky, a flock of birds flies south, saying goodbye to us until next spring.

Gosha Kataev

Autumn

In every season, nature is beautiful in its own way. This year, the beginning of autumn gave us many bright and sunny days. The sky is not yet overcast. The leaves on the trees delight us with different colors. Red, yellow, green, orange leaves dressed the forest in bright dresses.
Warm days at the beginning of autumn are called " Indian summer"In September and October, people pick mushrooms and cranberries. Children make crafts from leaves, cones, and acorns.
Unfortunately, the colorful and warm autumn is quickly ending. The leaves are falling, it is raining more and more often, and the first snow may even fall. Nature is preparing for winter.
Sasha Penzin

Autumn

Autumn is a very beautiful time. Only in autumn there is such a diverse palette of colors. The leaves change their usual green color to red, brown, yellow, burgundy. And in mid-autumn the trees shed their leaves to rest in winter. At this time it is pleasant to wander around the park, when the foliage rustles under your feet. We also love to go to the forest to pick autumn mushrooms. The main autumn mushrooms are honey mushrooms. But I don’t like that it often rains in the fall. And they change our plans for the walk. But in the fall there is an “Indian summer”. It’s as if nature wants to bring summer back. The sun is shining brightly and I can’t even believe that it’s already autumn.

Denis Gorlov

Golden autumn

Autumn is a wonderful time of year. The azure sky attracts the eye with its purity and cloudlessness. The sun, like a golden ball, is rolling across the sky. Trees change their “clothes”. Leaves, like multi-colored coins, cover the branches. The grass reaches out to the last warm rays of the sun. It seems that all nature is calming down and enjoying this wonderful time of “golden autumn” before the harsh cold winter.

Autumn- the time of farewell to the warmth and the arrival of cold weather. The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and this is becoming more noticeable with each new day. The sun appears on the horizon later and later, and sets earlier, and day after day it warms less and less. The temperature on the thermometer outside the window slowly drops, and in the evenings it becomes noticeably colder. Rains in autumn They go more often and longer, there are fewer and fewer sunny days, cold winds blow. It seemed like the sun had just come out and started to warm up a little, when suddenly a strong wind blew, the sky was covered with gloomy clouds, and a light drizzle began to drizzle.

Essay about “Autumn”

Autumn is a sad, but incredibly beautiful time of year. I'm talking about the time when all nature around changes its green outfit to yellow, crimson, scarlet and orange.

I love autumn, it’s a pity I just have to go to school after the holidays. But on the other hand, I meet friends, we share our impressions of the past summer and funny stories.

Essay on the topic "Golden Autumn"

Autumn is often called golden, and it's easy to see why: the foliage on the trees changes color from green to various shades of yellow, which is associated with gold. It is impossible to cover all the variety of these colors: red copper, yellow ocher, brownish bronze, pale and orangish gold. These colors always remind you of autumn. If you are lucky enough to find yourself in a forest painted with such shades, the thought of a golden age will immediately arise.

Essay on the topic "Golden Autumn"

Autumn is a positive mood, but at the same time a slight sadness. Even melancholy sometimes. The most colorful dreams, the most honest conversations, the easiest memories. Rains. A lot of rain, the best interlocutors and friends in the world. Fogs. In the head and on the street. And the air temperature is just right. Autumn is in a hurry, in a hurry, it finds more and more new colors for its painting.

Mini-essays on the theme “Autumn”

Autumn 3-4th grade Summer is gone. The birds will soon fly away to warmer lands. Golden autumn is coming. The sun is no longer so warm, gray clouds cover the sky. Autumn paints the trees with bright colors. The oaks and birches turned golden, and the beautiful maple turned crimson. But this beauty will be short-lived. Evil winds will blow, it will rain and the trees will shed their beautiful attire.
Animals have a lot to do in the fall. The squirrel stores up on mushrooms and nuts so as not to starve in winter. Bears prepare their dens for winter to keep them warm and cozy in winter.
And the trees will wait for winter to come and wrap them in fluffy white blankets.

Autumn 2nd grade At this time of year the sun hardly warms up, like in summer. It got colder. It rains more often. The days are getting shorter. Leaves are falling from the trees. Many birds leave their native lands and fly to warmer places because there is less food. After all, in the fall, insects hide and plants wither. Colder is late autumn, it is the rainiest. Sometimes it even snows. At this time, you can feel the approach of winter in everything.

Such a different autumn... 4th grade It gets cooler in autumn. The days are already shorter because it gets dark early. Trees are shedding leaves. They are very beautiful, they have rich colors: red, yellow, orange. Increasingly, a strong wind blows, spins the leaves and easily lowers them to the ground. At times the sky becomes cloudy and it rains. I love this time of year, you can walk through the park and admire the golden autumn nature.

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Essay on the topic "Autumn has come"

Autumn has come. The sun still warms almost like summer, trying to give away the last unspent heat. There are still almost no clouds in the blue and clear sky. Only the wind became colder and harsher, reminding us that it was already September. Among the bright greenery, the first harbingers of autumn are noticeable: yellow and red leaves. Soon they will fall from the trees and cover all roads and paths.

Essay on the theme “Autumn”

Autumn is the time of farewell to warmth and the arrival of cold weather. The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and this is becoming more noticeable with each new day. The sun appears on the horizon later and later, and sets earlier, and day after day it warms less and less. The temperature on the thermometer outside the window slowly drops, and in the evenings it becomes noticeably colder.

It's here golden autumn. The most beautiful and picturesque time of the year. Autumn loves yellow, red, orange colors, and how she loves to sprinkle everything with gold. Here you come to birch grove, and you can’t take your eyes off, everything is in gold. Instead of leaves, there are gold coins hanging on the birch trees, and it seems that with just one breath of wind they will immediately begin to ring.

Essay on the topic “Autumn time”

Autumn- the most beautiful time of the year. No wonder Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin had autumn as his favorite time of the year. One cannot help but admire the beauty that autumn nature gives us. How beautiful it is in the forest in autumn! Sometimes words are simply not enough to describe all this splendor; only an artist can convey the autumn landscape.

Essay on the theme “Golden Autumn”

The fun summer is over. September became the rightful owner. It becomes unusually cold in the morning and at night. Only during the day the sun is still warm, trying to remind us of summer. After exhausting long labor, the fields are resting. The golden gardens have already given their owners their harvest. The cool breeze of autumn can be felt everywhere. Low clouds began to appear more and more often in the gray sky. It's raining lightly.

Essay on the topic "Why I like autumn"

Autumn, autumn is coming...Wonderful and wonderful time. The sun no longer burns mercilessly from morning to evening, as in summer, and does not yet hide behind dense gray clouds, as it will in winter. It generously and gently warms, caressing every cell; it seems to ring a million bells in the sky and scatter its tenderness and warmth. Go, people and animals, blades of grass and flowers, birds and trees, catch its lovely rays, bathe in them, rejoice, smile.

Essay on the topic "Autumn" for grades 2, 3, 4

Option 1. Autumn has come. The leaves on the trees turned yellow. Soon they will begin to fall to the ground.
Yesterday my mother and I walked through the autumn park. It's sunny and quiet there. The birds don't sing anymore. They are preparing to fly to warmer climes.

Option 2. On the first day of autumn we went to school. The days are fine. Every day I return from school and enjoy the autumn sun.
The autumn rains will come soon. It will get cold. Now the foliage on the trees is golden. But soon it will wither and fall off.

Essay on the topic "Autumn in Odessa"

I live in Odessa. This is a very cozy and nice city. Now it has reached us autumn. The trees gradually began to dress in yellow, orange and red clothes.

Our autumn is very warm, but this year it is even warmer than before. You can still swim in the sea. The sun shines not so intensely, but still quite often. I was always surprised that in the fall we sometimes don’t even need to wear jackets and coats, while in all other cities to the north, everyone bundles up, feeling the approach of winter. It’s very nice to walk among the trees now, when everything around is so colorful and bright. I love my city, it’s like the whole world where you can enjoy life. Autumn gives Odessa even greater grace and beauty. We can say that autumn is coming to my city.

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