"Flowers" - Gladiolus. Reproduction of representatives of the first group occurs only in the presence of moisture. Perennial plant from the Borage family, Dicotyledonous class. Asters. Dating flowers. The timing of flowering also coincides: from early to May autumn. Flowers of gardens and fields. Plants are divided into two groups - lower and higher.
"Light and Color" - White light falls on. Color. Full transmission of light. Full reflection of light. An opaque object. Additive color mixing. Three basic "light" colors. Protective mask. Filtered color. Subtractive color mixing. Three basic "pigment" colors. Colored glass. h - Planck's constant v - radiation frequency.
“What flowers to give” - Orchid is a talisman of sensitive people who love beauty and homeliness. Pink and white - presented to young girls or girls. Secrets of flowers. "You have earned my thanks and respect." We say the word "bouquet" many times. All delicate flowers. Bouquet. "I love you!". "You are my friend". What flowers are best for mom?
"White color as a symbol" - Life was presented by ancient people as a sequence of births and deaths. Research work. All colors are divided into "warm" and "cold", "heavy" and "light". Topic: Is white color a symbol of light or sadness in Russian rituals? Purpose: The study of the symbolism of white in a mourning event. But why only white?
"Lesson color" - VIII.Our vernissage. 2. Learning new material. - Choose a theme for the composition: Rainbow after the rain. 8. Composition "CASTLE". I. Grabar "Ryabinka". Test. 8. Practical task. I. Levitan "Golden Autumn" (detail). Contrast of warm and cold colors. 2. Independent work of students. 4. What is CONTRAST?
"Flowers and Man" - Name them. What decorative flowers do you know? Cornflower weed in the field, and in medicine - a medicinal plant. These are decorative flowers. What flowers grow in the meadow? Red Book. What is a flower? In Russia, women adorned themselves with colored scarves. It is customary to give flowers for any holiday. Dandelion. A flower is a part of a plant on which a fruit is formed, as well as the plant itself.
At the beginning of summer, a list of literature proposed for reading by future first-graders was published on our website. Among them are poems about trees by the Soviet poetess I. Tokmakova. They are useful not only to read, but also to learn by heart.
We know that some parents will lazily go to the library (though in vain). They will most likely turn to the World Wide Web. To facilitate the search for poems about trees for preschoolers, we decided to collect them in one place.
Poems about trees by I. Tokmakova
Birch
If they gave a birch a comb,
Birch would change her hairstyle:
In the river, as in a mirror, looking,
I would comb my curly strands.
And it would become a habit
Braid your hair in the morning.
Willow
Near the river, at the cliff,
The willow is crying, the willow is crying.
Maybe she feels sorry for someone?
Maybe she's hot in the sun?
Maybe the wind is playful
Pulled a willow by a pigtail?
Maybe the willow is thirsty?
Maybe we should go ask?
ate
Ate on the edge -
To the top of the sky.
Listen, be silent
Look at grandchildren.
And the grandchildren are Christmas trees,
thin needles -
At the forest gate
They lead a round dance.
aspen
Aspen chills,
Trembling in the wind
Freezes in the sun
Freezing in the heat...
Give Aspen
Coat and boots -
Gotta warm up
poor donkey.
Pines
Pines want to grow to the sky,
They want to sweep the sky with branches,
So that during the year
The weather was clear.
apple tree
little apple tree
In my garden
white-white,
Everything is in bloom.
I put on a dress
With white border.
little apple tree,
Befriend me!
Oak
rain and wind oak
Not afraid at all.
Who said that oak
Scared to catch a cold?
After all, until late autumn
It stands green.
So the oak is hardy!
So it's hot!
To better remember the verses about trees, it is important to know what the trees themselves look like. Draw the trees, their leaves. Each tree is something special, different from others. These differences will help to recognize him.
- A birch tree has a white speckled trunk.
- Aspen leaves tremble all the time, tremble.
- The branches of the willow drooped to the water's edge. Willow is called "weeping".
- Pine and Christmas trees have needles instead of leaves.
- Oak leaves do not turn yellow for a long time in autumn.
It's great when a child learns to be observant in nature and sensitive to the words of his native language.
MUNICIPAL BUDGET PRESCHOOL EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION
"CHILD DEVELOPMENT CENTER-KINDERGARTEN "ROSSSIANKA"
Synopsis directly - educational activities
on the topic:
"A little apple tree in my garden."
(For older and preparatory children.)
Prepared and hosted:
caregiver
Izotova N.A.
Obninsk
2017
Target: expanding children's ideas about the life cycle of fruit trees,
consolidation of children's knowledge about the structure of a flower, the role of insects in pollination.
Tasks:
To form children's ideas about the life cycle of fruit trees;
Continue to expand children's knowledge of the role of insects in pollination;
Develop coherent speech: tell using the scheme for the development of fruit trees;
Expand and activate vocabulary: flowering apple tree, fruit, seed, apple orchard, nectar, pollen, stamen, pistil, petals, pollination, fruit trees;
To develop cognitive interest, thinking, the ability to establish cause-and-effect relationships, compare, generalize;
Cultivate respect for nature.
Materials and equipment:
Large illustrations: "Apple tree in winter"; "Apple tree in spring"; "Apple tree in summer", "Apple tree in autumn".
Scheme of the structure of a flower, toy "Bee".
Paints, brushes, water, paper.
Cards "Scheme for the development of a fruit tree."
The course of direct educational activities:
Greetings.
Reading Driz's poem "Tree" (child reads)
Tree, listen
Give me a pear.
All leaves in the sun
The tree laughs
"Branch, boy, do not shake,
I don't have a pear
Better ask for apples
I'm an apple tree."
caregiver : Why didn't the tree give a pear? What are the names of the trees that grow fruit? (fruit or fruit)
Illustration "Apple tree in winter"
AT : What season is shown? Do you think trees grow in winter? (Yes, trees do not grow in winter. They seem to fall into a dream.)
AT : Why? (not enough heat, sun, light, nutrients)
AT : A lot of snow - good or bad? A snow blanket is good, the roots will be warmer. Little snow - how to help the apple tree? (Rake up the snow to the roots, cover the wound. A lot of snow is good, there will be a lot of water, the buds will bloom faster.)
AT : The snow has melted. The sun warmed the earth. What season?
Illustration "Apple tree in spring"
AT : All fruit trees bloom in spring. Flowers appear along with the leaves. Here is a blooming apple tree in all its glory.
Verse.
Little apple tree in my garden
White - white
Everything is in bloom.
I put on a dress
With white border.
little apple tree,
Befriend me.
Q: Bright flowers with a delicate fragrance attract insects such as bees, wasps and butterflies. They fly in, sit down and drink sweet nectar and mysterious transformations begin. (schematic transformation of an apple blossom)
Modeling:
The teacher shows with toys.
Q: A bee flew in, sat on a petal.
What petals?
(White, pink, fragrant.)
The calyx holds the petals and forms a flower.
Children, what's inside the petal?
(Pistil and stamen.)
The bee touched the stamen, the pollen that the stamen made woke up from the bag. The bee is covered in pollen. She flew for nectar to another flower, shook off the pollen from her paws, the pollen fell on the pistil, and the pistil can make seeds, a fruit grows from the seeds - an apple.
A child with a toy "bee" repeats the movements in sequence.
Q: This mysterious transformation is called pollination. Bees carry pollen from flower to flower, pollinate, pollination was done by insects.
Illustration "Apple tree in summer."
Q: In order for the harvest to be rich, people take care of their plantings all summer long: they water the trees, protect them from pests, cover the trunk wounds with clay, fill the soil at the roots with air (gently dig in).
In summer, the apple tree continuously works, accumulates nutrients.
Over the summer, small apples will increase, fill with sweet juice, brown in the sun, and ripen.
Guys, look. What do you think happened to the bark of the apple tree?
(The bark of the apple tree cracked over the summer.)
Children, how can we help the apple tree?
(We can help the apple tree: water it, cover the wound with clay.)
Illustration "Apple tree in autumn."
The autumn apples are ripe! Thank you, apple tree!
Text with motion :
There is an apple tree by the road
And an apple hangs on a branch.
I shook the branch strongly,
Here we have an apple.
I will drink into a sweet apple,
Ah, what a pleasant taste!
Q: How did the apple develop?
(The teacher puts out flashcards)
seed tree bud flowers fruit
Children write down the diagram and tell.
The seed falls into the soil, grows, takes root, turns into a tree.
Buds open on the tree in spring
A flower emerges from a bud
A fruit develops from a flower
Music "Waltz of the Flowers" Chaikovsky
Children depict a branch of a flowering apple tree.
Summarizing.
Irina Tokmakova
“... the child's soul can hear the sounds of others
worlds unfamiliar to us, their poetry, their harmony"
Irina Tokmakova always treated children with respect, she recognized certain advantages for babies in relation to some mental and intellectual abilities. Perhaps that is why she entered children's poetry very easily and naturally.
Recognizing the freedom-loving disposition of the kids, Tokmakova never tried to remake or retrain them in her poems. Perhaps the main word that she always put above all else is freedom. Freedom from meaningless moralizing, freedom of creativity and self-expression.
In poems for children, Tokmakova always used some kind of folklore motifs. She was generally very kind to folk art. In her work there are many children's poems, which are based on Russian folklore images. Her favorite genre is nursery rhymes. Favorite children's emotions are genuine joy and rebellion against injustice.
Tokmakova has always taken writing children's poetry seriously. She seemed to want to prove that children's poetry is no joke at all. Very often in her works she used the roll call of sounds. For example, in the line “Summer rain found puddles,” the frequently repeated sound “l” imitates the sound of pouring water. This is a great training not only for the baby's imagination, but also for his sound perception.
In Tokmakova's children's poems, all the characters are animated, they all have their own character. And this is in tune with child psychology, when kids tend to transfer human qualities to any object. Tokmakova’s cycle “Trees” is remarkable in this regard, where each tree is associated with one or another child: the willow always cries, the aspen freezes even in the sun, the birch needs to be braided, the strong strength of the oak can only be envied, etc.
Irina Tokmakova perfectly knows how to convey children's intonations and instantly feels the slightest changes in the mood of the crumbs. Her lyrical hero is a kid who subtly feels the beautiful, who at the same time has his own opinion and is able to defend it if necessary. He knows not only the feeling of boundless love, but also all-consuming hatred.
I hate Tarasov
Let him go home!
In poems for children, Tokmakova puts not only positive, but also negative emotions. Her characters can be hurt, they can protest, be stubborn. Some poems are written in such a childish language that it seems as if they were composed not by an adult aunt, but by some kind of toddler. Tokmakova uses speech constructions, phrases and sayings characteristic of children.
Tokmakova herself believes in a miracle, and conveys this belief to her little readers. She sees this miracle in what is very close, in every object that surrounds us. In her children's poems, the road to a miracle runs through the country of "imagination."
And although the poetess prefers to use miniature rhymes, but at the same time as her readers grow up, the volume of poems increases. Bukvarinsk
Was on the river at Ink
The city is small, not dusty,
From time immemorial
He was called Bukvarinsky.
There, without knowing adversity,
A very glorious people lived:
hospitable,
gentle,
Friendly and hardworking.
A is a pharmacist
B - cooper,
B - fuller,
G - potter,
D - hefty crusher,
E is a corporal, he is a military man,
J - simpleton tinker,
Z - cutter-old man,
And - a bearded historian,
K - smart dyer,
L - tinker,
M - painter,
N - porter,
Oh - sheepdog,
P is a writer
R - radio operator,
S - shoemaker,
T - tourist,
U is a fearless tamer,
F - an eccentric amateur photographer,
X - battle painter,
C - famous cymbal player,
H is a wonderful watchmaker,
Sh is a driver, a big joker,
U - a puppy of his Bouquet,
E - electric power engineer,
Yu is a lawyer, and then
I am me, my friends!
sleep-grass
The distant forest stands as a wall,
And in the forest, in the wilderness of the forest,
An owl sits on a branch.
Sleep grass grows there.
They say sleep-grass
Knows sleepy words;
How he whispers his words
The head will drop right away.
I'm at the owl today
I'll ask for this herb:
Let you sleep-grass
Say sleepy words.
Alone at home
I remain alone
I'm not afraid at all
It's dark outside the window.
It doesn't matter to me.
I'll turn on the light everywhere.
I'll sit, I'll shut up.
I'll close the window.
Mom and dad are in the movies.
I remain alone.
I'm not afraid at all.
Maybe I'll go to the kitchen.
I will sit at the table.
There are gingerbread for tea.
But I don't want to eat...
Someone knocks on the wall.
The TV is silent.
I'll knock back.
I'll turn on the TV
Time will pass quickly
A stranger will not come to us.
The refrigerator hums.
Someone knocks on the wall.
mom and dad at the cinema
A very, very long time...
Dwarf
A gnome comes to us in the morning.
Comes to Moscow, straight to the house!
And it all says the same thing:
- Wash your ears often!
And we shout back to him:
- We know for sure, there are no gnomes! -
He laughs: - Well, no, no, -
Just wash your ears!
In a wonderful country
In one country
In a wonderful country
Where not to be
You and me
Boot with black tongue
In the morning laps milk
And all day in the window
The potato looks like an eye.
The bottle neck sings
Gives concerts in the evening
A chair with curved legs
Dancing to the harmonica.
In one country
In a strange country...
Why don't you believe me?
apple tree
little apple tree
I have in the garden.
white-white
Everything is in bloom.
I put on a dress
With white border.
little apple tree,
Befriend me.
Buy a bow
Buy onions, green onions,
Parsley and carrots!
Buy our girl
Minx and cheat!
We don't need green onions
Parsley and carrots.
All we need is a girl
Naughty and cheat!
sleepy elephant
Ding dong. Ding dong.
An elephant walks in the alley.
An old, gray, sleepy elephant.
Ding dong. Ding dong.
It became dark in the room:
Elephant blocks the window.
Or is this a dream?
Ding dong. Ding dong.
aspen
Aspen chills,
Trembling in the wind
Freezes in the sun
Freezes in the heat.
Give Aspen
Coat and boots -
Gotta get warm
Poor donkey.
Rain
Rain, rain, drop
water saber,
I cut a puddle, I cut a puddle,
Cut, cut, did not cut,
And tired
And he stopped.
Ten birds - a flock
Sing along, sing along:
Ten birds - a flock.
This bird is a nightingale
This bird is a sparrow.
This bird is an owl
Sleepy head.
This bird is a waxwing
This bird is a corncrake
This bird is a bird
Gray feather.
This one is a finch.
This one is a haircut.
This one is a merry siskin.
Well, this one is an evil eagle.
Birds, birds - go home!
Bainki
Bainki, bainki,
Bunnies came running.
sat down on the bench,
They asked for a watering can
watered the garden,
Where does cabbage grow?
Let's play?!
Riding on a horse
We got to the corner.
Got on the car
Poured gasoline.
We drove by car
We arrived at the river.
Trr! Stop! U-turn.
On the river is a steamboat.
We went by steamboat
We reached the mountain.
The ship is not carrying
Gotta get on the plane
The plane is flying,
It has a motor running:
Woo!
Where does the fish sleep?
Dark at night. Quiet at night.
Fish, fish, where do you sleep?
The fox trail leads to the hole,
Dog's footprint - to the kennel.
Belkin's trail leads to a hollow,
Myshkin - to a hole in the floor.
It is a pity that in the river, on the water,
There are no traces of you anywhere.
Only darkness, only silence.
Fish, fish, where do you sleep?
Hey soup!
Deep, not shallow
Ships in plates:
bow head,
red carrot,
Parsley,
Potatoes
And a little grains
Here the ship is sailing
Swims right into your mouth!
boat
Summer downpour poured puddles -
Whole seas!
The dacha stood at the pier,
Dropping anchor.
Only my ship is brave
Fighting the wave.
And no matter what paper
Sail above me.
frogs
Whose screams are there by the pond?
- KVASU, KVASU us here!
KVA-KVA-KVA-su, just KVAshi,
We are tired of water!
Bear
Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the Christmas tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow.
A bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush, hush... Don't make noise.
Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Yes, very warm
Spring's feet.
Ate on the edge -
To the top of the sky -
Listen, be silent
Look at grandchildren.
And the grandchildren are Christmas trees,
thin needles -
At the forest gate
They lead a round dance.
Stream
The stream ran over the pebbles,
Run, run, run...
Then in a deep puddle
Lay, lay, lay...
Then again he rushed off at a gallop,
It's like he fell asleep...
I saw a river - jump there
And immediately drowned!
Porridge
Come on, come on, come on!
Do not grumble, you pans!
Don't grumble, don't hiss,
Cook sweet porridge.
Cook sweet porridge
Feed our children.
kittens
There are kittens in the world -
Kasianka, Tom and Plut.
And they have a mistress
I don't remember the name.
She cooks for kittens
cocoa and compote
And gives them toys
For every New Year.
Kittens find her
Missing points
And watered in the morning
Dill and zucchini.
Kittens asked to buy
Products for lunch.
They went to town
And they brought ... sweets.
Cleaned the floor in the kitchen
Kasyanka, Tom and Plut,
They said: “There will be a kitchen -
Completely frozen pond.
And have fun riding
Ice skating in the kitchen.
Frightened hostess
She only said, "Oh!"
Kittens for cabbage
We went to the garden.
There by the cabbage patches
They met a mole.
All day long they played hide-and-seek
Kittens and moles.
And the poor hostess
Sad at the stove.
Mowed at the edge
Kasianka, Plut and Tom.
Found a goldfinch in the grass
With a severed tail.
They took down the patient
To the goldfinch mother in the forest
And made poultices
Lotions and compresses.
Somehow they went to the river
Kasyanka, Tom and Plut,
Check if it's good
Perch live in it.
They come, and by the river
Lying streak zander
And get to the water
He can't by himself.
Hurry the poor fellow into the water
They abandoned
And they shouted after:
"Look, don't drown!"
Once the hostess said:
"I'm going to buy a primer,
Illiterate kitten -
Ignorant and savage."
And that same evening together
Seated at the tables
And learned the letters
Kasianka, Plut and Tom.
And then, taking the pens
And three pencils
This was composed
Message to mice:
"Hey, sheburshishi mice,
Run from under the roof
Run from the basement
Until you get it."
And then they all signed up:
Kasyanka, Plut and Tom.
I'm sad - I'm lying sick ...
Here is a new clockwork boat.
And in the village - horses.
Dad bought me a tractor
Toy crane and ball.
And in the village - horses.
I'm sad - I'm sick.
Here is a tin helicopter.
And in the village - horses.
I was in the village in the summer
I fed a gray horse
She chewed crackers
And she nodded her head.
tili tili
Tili-tili-tili-tili
We didn't walk on water
Yegorka came,
He brought a bucket.
Washed-washed-washed-washed
Washed white and white.
Only one head
Everything is black-black! Poems, fairy tales for children, about childhood, about children.
Copyright © 2015 Unconditional Love
Great about verses:
Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.
Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.
Humboldt W.
Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.
Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"
To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.
