Lyubov Nikitin
"It's been a cold winter." Integrated lesson on ecology in the senior group
Abstract
integrated lesson
V senior group
Acquaintance with the environment
Ecology
Drawing
(OO "Knowledge", "Music", "Artistic Creativity")
Subject: « The cold winter has passed»
Completed by the educator MBDOU d / s No. 8
Nikitina L.V.
G. Rasskazovo
Target: a generalization of children's ideas about winter, as a season, about the life and adaptation of plants, animals, birds to winter conditions; O weather conditions V winter time; formation and generalization of ideas about the dependence of plant conditions on external conditions; the formation of an emotional and aesthetic attitude to winter natural phenomena; generalization of ideas about the winter fun of children, the work of adults, about clothing; take care of your health; to consolidate the skills of children to circle stencils, independently draw small details, develop fine motor skills hands
Development environment: an envelope with a letter from the children of South Africa, models "plants, birds and animals", ball, audio recording by P. I. Tchaikovsky from the album "Seasons", big beautiful envelope.
For art activity: sheets of white paper, colored and simple pencils, stencils.
Organizing time.
(Slow, calm music plays.)
Children with a teacher stand in a circle on the carpet, holding hands, smiling at each other.
Look how wonderful the weather is today, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, everyone is in a great mood. Let's take a break and get ready for class.
Self-massage of the face:
We rub our hands and warm them up,
And gently wash our face with our warmth,
Fingers rake up all bad thoughts.
We rub our ears from top to bottom, we quickly.
We bend them forward, pull them down by the lobes,
And then we touch our cheeks with our hands.
(Children go to the board and become a semicircle).
caregiver (shows letter). Guys, yesterday I received a letter from children from Africa. Listen to what they write.
Hello guys! Children write to you southern country Africa. We have never seen winter because we have summer all year round and it is very hot. And they say she is very beautiful and interesting. Tell us more about her. We will be very happy.
Your friends.
caregiver: Yes, it's a shame that the guys don't know how wonderful this time of year can be. That's what I thought. After all, we all know so much about winter. Is it true?
Children's answers.
caregiver: Let's help African children talk about winter. Do you agree?
Children's answers.
The teacher reads the poem Surikov:
Fluffy white snow is spinning in the air
And quietly falls to the ground, lays down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
Like a veil, everything dressed him.
A dark forest that covered itself with a wonderful hat
And fell asleep under it soundly, soundly ...
caregiver: What season is the poet talking about in this poem?
Children: About winter.
caregiver: Winter mistress three months. What?
Children's answers.
caregiver: What changes in nature occurred in winter?
Children's answers: In winter there are the shortest days and the most long nights. The sun heats up a little. The sky is gray, there are often clouds, clouds from which it snows. In windy weather, there is a blizzard, drifting snow and a blizzard.
(Put on the board conventions) .
caregiver: What happens to plants?
Children's answers: Trees and shrubs without leaves, only spruce and pine have green needles.
caregiver: How do plants winter?
Children's answers: Grass seeds, roots, bulbs hibernate under the snow.
caregiver: Why don't we see insects in winter?
Children's answers: Insects do not fly in winter, they sleep, and some hide in cracks in the bark of trees, under the leaves and go deep into the ground.
(They put symbols on the flannelgraph).
caregiver: What happened in the life of birds in winter? In their behavior?
Children's answers: Migratory birds flew away to warmer climes, the wintering ones stayed and moved closer to people.
caregiver: What birds can you see in winter?
Children's answers: Tits, bullfinches, sparrows, etc. etc.
caregiver: And how do wild animals winter in the forest?
Children's answers: Hares and squirrels changed their coats for winter ones. A bear, a badger and a hedgehog, having accumulated fat, sleep. The fox hunts mice, the wolf hunts hares. The squirrel eats its stocks of nuts and acorns.
(Expose symbols on the flannelgraph).
caregiver: How do pets hibernate?
Children's answers: People take care of them. Transfer them to live in warm barns, give them food.
caregiver: How can a person help birds and animals survive the harsh winter?
Children's answers: Feed them. Hang the feeders, pour food. The forester helps the animals in the forest.
caregiver: Think guys, how does a person adapt to winter?
Children's answers: Insulates his home, puts on winter clothes. Clears paths, sprinkles sand on ice and. etc.
caregiver: What games do you like to play in winter?
Children's answers: Skiing, skating, sledding, playing hockey, making a snowman, etc. etc.
caregiver: And there is another game that we will play now. Repeat after me.
Physical culture pause:
It has been snowing since morning (hands go down)
Happy snow kids (clap hands)
Snow on the branches (hands up, on the paths (tilt down)
On the noses and on the palms (show nose and hands).
caregiver: Guys, let's come up with beautiful words-determinants for the word « winter» .
Children's answers: A sorceress, a miracle worker, a beauty.
A game "Signs of Winter".
(Children stand in a circle, the teacher throws the ball, whoever has the ball calls the sign of winter.)
caregiver: Guys, I'm here thought: you are a lot interesting things about winter, in order for the guys from Africa to understand why you can love winter, let's prepare a surprise gift for them that will always remind them of what happens winter. Let's draw winter.
What do you want to draw?
(Survey of children)
caregiver: But before we get to work, let's stretch our fingers.
finger game "MY FAMILY".
This finger is a grandfather
This finger is a grandmother,
This finger is daddy
This finger is mommy
This finger is me
That's my whole family!
Alternately bending the fingers, starting with the thumb. Turn your fist when finished.
Independent work of children. The music of P. I. Tchaikovsky sounds "Seasons". The teacher helps the children using verbal and tactile techniques.
caregiver: drawings are ready. Bring them to me.
(Combine children's work so that you get a single composition)
Look what a wonderful picture we got.
What do you think, did we manage to lesson show and tell about winter so that the children who wrote me a letter can love this season as much as we love it?
Children's answers.
caregiver: Thank you for your work. I will definitely send these drawings to children far away South Africa. I hope they send us a thank you reply. Will wait?
Final part. And now, guys, I propose to stand in a circle and put your hands on your heart, listen to how it beats. And now it seems to us that we have not one heart, but many. And each of the hearts is an inexhaustible cup of love and kindness. The bright and warm light of goodness spreads throughout the body, arms, legs so that it no longer fits in you. So let's send goodness and love to all animals and plants on our planet. And maybe they will feel a little warmer and better, from the fact that they feel that someone loves them, that someone needs them.
A. Pleshcheev
The snow is already melting, streams are running,
In the window it blew in the spring ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
Warmer and brighter sun became,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.
And the heart is so strong in the chest
Knocking like it's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took care of!
All faces look merry.
“Spring!” - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy with her,
Whose life is only hard work and sorrow.
But frisky children ringing laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!
THE WINTER WILL PASS
S. Drozhzhin
The cold winter will pass
Spring days will come
the sun melts with warmth,
like wax, fluffy snow.
emerald leaves
forests turn green
and together with velvet grass
fragrant flowers will sprout.
spring waters
Fedor Tyutchev
Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run and shine and say ...
They say all over the place:
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are young messengers of Spring,
She sent us ahead!”
Spring is coming, spring is coming
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds cheerfully for her!..
Salute to spring
Z. Alexandrova
Thunder struck twelve times
And stood aside.
Nature has given orders
Salute the spring.
Order - bird cherry blossom,
Nettles should not be evil
Sweep the paths for the rain
Silver broom.
So that every bush is melodious,
All birds sing louder
And the sun come out from behind the clouds
And more fun to warm up!
APRIL
L. Akim
For a long time the spring passed secretly
from winds and cold,
And today straight
splashing through the puddles,
Drives melted snow
with hubbub and ringing,
To pave the meadows
green velvet.
"Soon, soon to be warm!" -
this news first
drumming on glass
willow with a gray paw.
Soon thousands of starlings
make friends with the house,
Many chicks coming soon
look outside.
Clouds will pass across the sky
and you for the first time
fall on the palm
raindrops.
APRIL
L.Yakhinin
Blue skies, blue shadows
The blue rivers have shed their ice.
Blue snowdrop, spring dweller,
It boldly grows on a blue thawed patch.
snowdrop woke up
I.Belyakov
Cheerful April smiled,
Sang, roared, played,
From the noise the snowdrop woke up
And he stood on the thaw.
It smelled, it blew a prelude,
A little audible snowdrop repeated:
“Thank you April, thank you
For waking me up."
MIRACLES
V.Stepnov
Spring came along the edge,
She carried buckets of rain.
Hooked on needles -
The buckets overturned.
Drops rang -
The herons roared.
Ants scared
The doors were locked.
Bear waving its paws
Like he wants to fly away.
Not willing to hunt
Gather the boar:
- How do I get into the swamp
Will I drown in the swamp?!
Bunnies on the lawn
Wet shirts.
Black-eyed beetles
They buttoned up their coats.
Buckets with rain Spring
Didn't make it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to heaven
And hung over the lake -
MIRACLES!
FLYING FLOWER
V.Stepanov
roadside dandelion
Was like the golden sun
But faded and became like
On fluffy white smoke.
You fly over the warm meadow
And over a quiet river.
I will be to you as a friend
Waving your hand for a long time.
You carry on the wings of the wind
golden seeds,
To the sunny dawn
Spring has returned to us.
IVAN TURGENEV
SPRING EVENING
Golden clouds are walking
Above the resting earth;
The fields are spacious, mute
Shine, doused with dew;
The brook murmurs in the darkness of the valley,
In the distance the spring thunder rumbles,
Lazy wind in aspen leaves
Trembles with a caught wing.
The high forest is silent and thrilling,
The green, dark forest is silent.
Only sometimes in the deep shadow
The sleepless leaf will rustle.
The star trembles in the lights of the sunset,
Love beautiful star
And the soul is light and holy,
Easy, as in childhood.
IVAN BUNIN
SPRING
The snow is melting and the sun is bright
Shines at noon over the fields;
Moist wind in the sunshine
Walks through the woods and fields.
But the fields are still empty
But the forests are still silent;
Only pines, like harps,
Singing in monotone
And under their indistinct melody,
In the reserved thickets of boron,
Sweetly sleeps spring princess
In a white sarcophagus.
Asleep - and soon in the valleys
The sun will melt the white snow
And the streams will rage
Through valleys and ravines.
Birds of the forest will fly
The rooks will make noise, and with them -
Bloom, turn green
Forests and groves will come to life.
And April will come
From overseas countries far away
At dawn, when in the valleys
Blue fogs are melting
At dawn, when from the sun
The forest smells of green needles,
Smells like warm earth
And April flowers
And he bows with a smile
Above the silent queen
And cling to the lips of the princess
Strongly hot lips
And she shudders in fright
Opens his eyelashes
Looks, flashes - and a smile
Illuminate the whole world in love!
The April bright evening burned out,
A cold dusk fell over the meadows.
The rooks are sleeping; distant sound of the stream
In the dark, mysteriously stalled.
But fresh smells of greenery
Young frozen black earth,
And flows cleaner over the fields
Starlight in the silence of the night.
Through the hollows, reflecting the stars,
The pits shine with quiet water,
Cranes, calling each other,
Cautiously stretching in a crowd.
And spring in a green grove
Waiting for the dawn, holding your breath, -
Sensitively listens to the rustle of trees,
Vigilantly looks into the dark fields.
Raging hollow water
Noisy and deaf and lingering,
Migratory herds of rooks
Shouting and fun and important.
Black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the warm air
thick white couples
Filled with warmth and light.
And at noon puddles under the window
So spill and shine
What a bright sunspot
Bunnies flutter around the hall.
Between round loose clouds
Innocently the sky is blue
And the gentle sun warms
In the lull of the Humen and courtyards.
Spring, spring! And she's all happy.
How in oblivion what do you stand
And you hear the fresh smell of the garden
And the warm smell of melted roofs.
All around the water murmurs, sparkles.
The crowing of roosters sometimes sounds
And the wind, soft and damp,
Closes his eyes softly.
Wider, chest, open for acceptance
Feelings of spring - minute guests!
You open me, nature, hugs,
So that I merge with your beauty!
You, high sky, far away,
Boundless blue space!
You wide green field!
Only to you I aspire with my soul!
AFANASIY FET
I came to you with greetings
Say that the sun has risen
What is hot light
The sheets fluttered;
Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Startled by every bird
And full of spring thirst;
Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That the soul is still happy
And ready to serve you;
Tell that from everywhere
Joy blows over me
I don't know what I will
Sing - but only the song matures.
This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This dialect of waters.
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle.
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
MORE MAY NIGHT
What a night! On everything what bliss!
Thank you, native midnight land!
From the realm of ice, from the realm of blizzards and snow
How fresh and clean your May flies!
What a night! All the stars to one
Warmly and meekly look into the soul again,
And in the air behind the song of the nightingale,
Anxiety and love spread.
The birches are waiting. Their leaf is translucent
Shyly beckons and amuses the gaze.
They tremble. So maiden newlywed
And her dress is joyful and alien.
No, never more tender and incorporeal
Your face, O night, could not torment me!
Again I go to you with an involuntary song,
Involuntary - and the last, maybe.
Poems about spring for children. Short poems in English with translation.
May Song
Spring is coming, spring is coming, Spring is coming, spring is coming, We wish you happy May. |
. | May song
Spring has come, spring has come Spring has come, spring has come Spring has come, spring has come (translated by M.Yu. Pavlov) |
Spring
Open the windows and open the door
And let the fresh breezes blow in.
Father Frost has gone to his home in the north,
And all of a sudden it's Spring!
Spring is Here
(Spring came)
Spring is here! Spring is here!
Winter is gone and two flowers appear.
Three little robins begin to sing.
Four bicycle bells begin to ring.
Five children come out and jump the rope.
Spring is here now! I hope, I hope!
April Poem
(Poem about April)
April fleecy clouds float by
Like cotton candy in the sky
April is tip-toeing into the land
Touching each leaf with her delicate hand.
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. "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 who rejected the word.
Winter. Among the dark clouds
The sun hung sadly
Nothing is good for him right now.
Under a white tablecloth of snow.
Herbs are not visible. The fields are silent.
The dull forest creaks with trunks
And waiting for the time when above us
Crazy rooks will scream.
The cold winter will pass
In each blade of grass, life will wake up,
The river wakes up from winter dreams,
A noisy ice drift will begin.
The soul melts from the ice
Sadness winter days leave with streams
And along with the first flowers
Spring will come to the heart again.
Reviews
Vladimir, I like poems about spring. Your poems are really written with high professional skill. And the sound, and the rhythm, and the meaning are all in harmony with those artistic images that create the unique coloring of the verse.
Thanks a lot, I enjoyed reading it!
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F.I. Tyutchev
Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out, -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And growls for the spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off 
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush,
Against the enemy.
IN THE MEADOW
A.A. Block
The forests are more visible in the distance, 
TO
Blue skies.
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land, a strip
And children's louder
Above the meadow of voices.
Spring is on its way
But where is she herself?
Choo, a sonorous voice is heard.
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in the stream...
dilapidated hut
A.A. Blok
dilapidated hut
All covered in snow.
old grandmother
Looks out the window.
For the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Cheerful for the kids
Fast sled running...
running, laughing,
Making a snow house
ringing loudly
Voices all around...
In the snow house
Rough game...
Fingers get cold
It's time to go home!
Drink tea tomorrow
Looking out the window -
An, the house has already melted,
It's spring outside!
