Make up a short story I'm glad for spring. Spring stories

In this task, you need to write the story "I am glad of spring."

Storytelling as a genre

The story is small literary work. Story features:

• narrative style of presentation (with elements of description);
• usually a small amount, although there may be exceptions;
• few heroes. Most often no more than two;
• describes only one event, situation, episode or phenomenon.

How to write a story

In order to write a story, you can make a small plan:

• decide what the text will be about;
• think about what kind of situation you want to describe;
• write an introduction - a few sentences that do not reflect your attitude to what is happening in the story, but simply describe the environment around you, prepare the reader for the subsequent narrative;
• describe a situation, phenomenon or object. If the story is about nature, then you can describe its beauty. In addition, it would be useful to read short stories Prishvin or Paustovsky to have a ready-made template;
• write a conclusion, summarize. It usually takes two or three sentences.

The story "I'm glad for spring"

Finally spring has come! The sun shines very brightly, the air smells of spring freshness, drops rumble, falling from the roofs of houses. The ground is wet, black, with islands of grayish snow, and light green sprouts are already boldly rushing up. And joy in my heart, good, because the long winter is finally over.

I really love this time of year. Usually I walk in the park, wander along the paths, or launch paper boats along the streams with my friends. So today I went to the park. I was walking, looking at the sticky swollen buds of trees, when something bright flashed before my eyes. It was a butterfly! The first spring butterfly, very large, with bright blue-brown wings. She fluttered around me, and then fearlessly sat on my shoulder. I was barely breathing, afraid to frighten her away, and the butterfly seemed to have no intention of flying away at all. She opened her wings and traveled with me for about five minutes, and then flew away to give spring to someone else.

Not more beautiful than the pores when nature wakes up after a long cold sleep. I'm glad for spring.

Nomination "Prose" - 7-11 years

about the author

Diana is 9 years old, she is a student of the 3rd "A" class of the Municipal Educational Institution "Gymnasium No. 2" in the city of Chistopol, Republic of Tatarstan.

Diana is a passionate person. She loves to make art both in class and at home. He likes to make, sculpt various crafts from plasticine. And from the second grade she began to write poetry, short stories. She does it beautifully, I think.

Spring came!

After a long and cold winter beautiful spring is coming. Spring is my favorite time of the year. The sun warms, the snow melts quickly, and streams begin to run hastily along the ground. Snowdrops emerge from under the snow. Birds sing in the trees, rejoicing in spring.

Walking on the street, I want to inhale this fresh spring air more and more, enjoy the bright sunbeams. In the spring, I like to look at the long, long icicles that hang from the roofs of houses. They sparkle in the sun like diamonds. Only a short time was left for them to decorate the roofs of houses. They will soon melt forever.

In spring, all nature comes to life. I walk along my street and am surprised: how beautiful it has become around!

There are yellow spots on the lawn, like little suns. These are coltsfoot flowers. Young grass breaks green-green. Here is the first bumblebee. On my hand carefully sat down beautiful butterfly. She spread her wings and froze. She's not very comfortable yet. After all, she needs warmth, the sun. Now she will warm herself under its rays and fly again.

How nice in spring! I want to run barefoot through the puddles, dance, sing loudly, have fun. In the heart of a joyful, cheerful mood. Spring pleases me with its sounds and colors.

Spring is beautiful

Sings outside the windows.

And how we want

• Write an answer. Underline the words that helped you guess what the riddle is about.

I open my kidneys
into green leaves.
I dress the trees
I water the crops.
Full of movement
My name is Spring.

She will spin the blizzard
Bring a drop,
In an instant, icicles will knock down from the roofs,
Snow will cover everywhere,
Bubbling brooks,
Shine brighter with the sun t.
Both capricious and red
long-awaited Spring.

She is will come after winter,
Warmly will give us with you,
Wake the earth from sleep.
And what is her name? Spring.

Loose snow melts in the sun,
The wind plays in the branches
Ringing bird voices,
So she came to us Spring.

• Write, what spring? What she does?

Spring is long-awaited, red, capricious. She opens the buds, clothes the trees, waters the crops, fills everything around with movement, swirls a snowstorm, brings drops, knocks icicles off the roofs, removes snow, murmurs in streams, shines with the sun, comes after winter, gives warmth, awakens nature from sleep.

• Based on these words, come up with your own riddle about spring.

Cheerful and loud
Came after winter.
And the plants are happy with her
Both birds and bugs!

• Write down the words that reflect the spring mood: the sun shines, the soul is joyful, the grass turns green, nature comes to life, the trees bloom.

• Make up a story "I'm glad for spring!". First decide what should be at the core of your story:
• a story about a spring event;
• about spring mood;
• thinking about how everyone is waiting for spring.
• Write down a story.

The beginning of spring is not very joyful: there are mud and many puddles on the roads. But the brighter and warmer the sun begins to shine, the happier I become. The ground dries up and in some places you can see green grass. You can hear a woodpecker knocking on a tree. He is looking for insects that timidly crawl out to bask in the spring sun. Nature comes to life, and every day I notice a new leaf on a tree, a flower in a meadow, a bug on the road.

The story of Konstantin Ushinsky about the most charming time of the year is a story about spring. In this story, the author sets out all the main signs of spring: the appearance of the sun, melting snow, thawed patches, new bright green grass, the first flowers, etc.

Konstantin Ushinsky

SPRING

The day begins to noticeably increase from the middle of December; and by March 9th it will take half a day. The beginning of spring is therefore considered from March 9th.

The sun in the spring not only stays longer in the sky, but also warms noticeably more every day.

The snow begins to melt little by little, and the water runs off the ground in streams into rivers and lakes. Soon the ice on the rivers gives way to the influence of the rays of the sun. Large polynyas appear along the banks of the rivers. Another week will pass - and all the ice will rise with the arriving water, turn black, begin to break, and loose ice floes will rush along the river. There is so much water in the river at this time that it cannot fit on the banks: it emerges and spills over the surrounding meadows. The overflow of rivers is called a reservoir. Another river is so small that in the summer it was forded, in the water field it overflows for five, six miles or more. Our mother Volga, into which thousands of rivers and rivulets flow, spreads like a sea in spring. People hurry to take advantage of the short-lived abundance of water, and large barges loaded with goods go in the spring where chickens almost roam in the summer.

At first, thawed patches appear in the fields, but soon the earth, wet and soaked with water, shows itself everywhere from under the snow. Another week will pass, another - and the snow will remain only somewhere in a deep ravine where the sun does not look. The sky is getting bluer and the air is getting warmer.

Not all the snow will have melted yet, when here and there it will already begin to appear, near the old yellowed grass, new, bright green grass. In the fields where peasants have sown rye or wheat since autumn, winter rises and turns green like green velvet.

Along with the grass, the first flowers appear. A dove snowdrop makes its way in the forests from under last year's leaf. A yellow dandelion also appears here and there, the same one that will eventually put on its fluffy white cap, round like a ball, and so light that one has only to blow on it - and it will all fly apart.

The trees also wake up from their winter sleep and, warmed by the sun, are filled with juices. If you cut through the bark of a birch or maple at this time, then sweet and fragrant juice will drip from under it.

Leaf buds have been prepared by the tree since autumn. All winter they remained in one position and were hardly noticeable; now they begin to quickly fill up, grow, throw off their brown husks and unfold into green leaves.

Fluffy flowers, or lambs, appear on the willow. You probably noticed them on willow branches on Palm Sunday? Then slightly noticeable, sticky and fragrant birch leaves appear. Another ten days have passed - and a curly, bright green birch, with its white, neat trunk, stands sorted out, as if on a holiday: cheerful, bright, fragrant. Behind the birch, linden, alder, oak are in a hurry to blossom. Palmate maple leaves do not make you wait long. Shrubs and trees in front of each other rush to dress up for the spring festival. At first, the greenery on the trees seems liquid, because the leaves are still small, and in some places black earth still shines through the bright green grass. But the leaves and the grass grow quickly—by May everything will turn green: the groves will again become impenetrable, and thousands of flowers will dazzle in the fields. In winter, monotony reigns: everything is the same snow. But in the spring, something new appears every day: then a little blue forget-me-not peeps through; then a fragrant cup of lily of the valley will unfold, and yesterday it was not there; then white strawberry flowers will shine in the greenery, from which juicy, red berries will come out by the end of spring. Cherries, apple trees, pears are covered with white and white-pink flowers. Everything is celebrating spring, everything is blooming and fragrant.

Not everywhere spring begins at the same time. The further south, the earlier spring becomes. In Crimea, flowers are already picked in February, and in Arkhangelsk, even in April, you can get frostbite on your nose.

Birds, along with the spring, there are many. The rooks are the first to arrive and with their cry they remind that spring has begun. They appear almost always around March 9th. But now the lark, rising high in the air, sang his sonorous song. Fast, sharp-winged swallows arrive somewhat later. Starlings, thrushes, waders, wild pigeons, cuckoos appear one after another and inhabit fields, forests and groves, recently still silent.

High in the air, flocks of cranes, wild ducks, geese and swans stretch from south to north. Soon the nightingale will begin its sonorous song. Some of these birds, wild geese, cranes, swans, fly on; others stay with us all summer; those that remain begin to build nests: rush about, scream, work, collect dry twigs, straw, moss, grass.

Busy ants, motley butterflies, clumsy beetles, and then unbearable mosquitoes and midges, thousands of the most diverse flying and crawling insects come into the light of God. The industrious bee, having slept for a long winter in a warm hive, wakes up, leaves its wax cell and flies to collect sweet honey from flowers.

There is noticeably less change in the animal kingdom. Wild animals are rarely seen at all. But on the other hand, it is impossible not to see how happy the livestock is in the spring. After standing for a long winter in barns, horses, cows, sheep merrily run out into the field, and the shepherd does not have to call them out of the house for a long time with his long pipe.

People are glad for the first snow, but even more glad for the first flowers. Every season brings its pleasures and its worries. Double frames are taken out in houses; fresh air and bright light burst into the room. Sounds from the street, which have not been heard for half a year through double glazing, are heard loudly. And there is so much work for the peasants! But they are not afraid of work. During the winter, bread, oats, hay and even straw - everything will be transferred: one for food for people, the other for livestock feed. It is necessary to get to work so that there is something to eat for next autumn and winter.