Сочинение : "странные звуки" нужно к завтрашнему дню !

Every season - their music , their shades . year after year, winter turns spring, and all of nature comes to life , wakes up from its winter sleep , reborn . after a hot summer comes autumn quiet and everything calms down again , illuminating goodbye bright colors.composers, writers , poets often describe nature as something alive , giving her different characters .spring - is the symbol of life , youth, and all the sounds of spring bright, cheerful . singing birds, gurgling brook, jingling merrily thaw - everything speaks of awakening nature. and even the first spring thunder sports and plays , and the birds and trees fun echoed him .replacing the spring, summer comes red . sounds become a little quieter and smoother . under the scorching rays of the sun day subside cries of birds . everything seems freezes in anticipation of a cool evening . melody summer rain calm and warm .summer forest filled with a variety of birds voices. here you can hear the nightingale sings , and monotonous cuckoo and woodpecker hammering echoing throughout the forest .in the evening, hear the crickets chirping and the quiet lapping of the river under the plaintive cries oriole .the days are getting shorter. the sad autumn replaces summer season full of life . but despite its dullness , autumn has been a favorite time of year pushkin . tihoyu his farewell beauty she was sweet to him : "from the time i'm glad apr her alone ." autumn pushkin decorated lush , crimson and gold colors. but wilt hear the sad nature , minor sounds : farewell cries departing flocks , slow dance of falling leaves , quiet patter of rain .nature asleep , covered with a fluffy blanket of sparkling white snow. on a clear winter day fun crackling frost , is carried away ringing crunch of the snow .but now comes the evening , and the window already heard howling blizzards , like a baby crying .this variety of music , sounds , colors never ceases to amaze us with their beauty and grandeur. and each person as particles wildlife sounds in the soul has its own unique melody . throughout our lives joyful and sad , sad and enthusiastic music changes like the seasons.

там написано listening

надо что то слушать и потом сделать

если не ошибаюсь

( не киньте жалобу , там спросили что делать)