ОТВЕТ: СТИХ School
School is something,
we must all embrace.
Knowledge we need,
to seek out and chase.
Subjects and teaching styles,
are plentiful and vary.
Just like the backpacks,
we all need to carry.
СОЧИНЕНИЕ:
The poem says about the school, about the fact that a person spends the most important years of his life in school. It is here that he finds true friends, is determined in the choice of his hobbies, for the first time encounters life difficulties and enjoys his first victories. School for a long time remains in the heart of every person a bright stage in the life path. It says what the School is a small life that every adult lives at one time. This is one of the main stages of our lives.
Объяснение:
** (Barry Cornwall) Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne. (Emily Dickinson) Did We abolish Frost The Summer would not cease — If Seasons perish or prevail Is optional with Us (Robert Frost) The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods. (Christina Rosetti) Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather cock Blown every way. Summer days for me When every leaf is one its tree. When on a Summer's Morn (William Henry Davies) When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in my room alone, My heart has many a sweet bird's song — And one that's all my own. (Mark Twain) Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light; Good night, dear heart, good night, good night. Stanzas (Emily Bronte) I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world grieve me, While thy heart suffers there. I'll not weep, because the summer's glory Must always end in gloom; And, follow out the happiest story — It closes with a tomb! And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee. (Emily Dickinson) A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn — A flask of Dew — A Bee or two — A Breeze — a caper in the trees — And I'm a Rose! (Барри Корнуолл) О, летняя ночь Обладает светящейся улыбкой И она сидит на сапфировой троне. (Эмили Дикинсон) Коль управляла бы всерьез я климатом планеты, то отменила бы мороз. Но пропадет ведь лето?!
