Corola de lumini, Nr. 18 (1/2018)
Revistă școlară realizată de elevii Școlii Gimnaziale „Tudor Vladimirescu” din Tg.-Mureș, România.
Revistă școlară realizată de elevii Școlii Gimnaziale „Tudor Vladimirescu” din Tg.-Mureș, România.
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<strong>Corola</strong> <strong>de</strong> <strong>lumini</strong><br />
Revistă şcolară<br />
Autumn is my favourite season because of its won<strong>de</strong>rful colours: burgundy red,<br />
brown, yellow and orange with tints of green. Autumn smells tasty, like apples<br />
hiding among playful branches. The colourful nature paints masterpieces to<br />
<strong>de</strong>light our eyes and souls. Even the tiny, cold tears of the cloudy sky do not<br />
manage to make us sad! Un<strong>de</strong>r the weight of the fruit, the trees in the orchard<br />
seem to embrace the earth, waiting patiently for the harvesters who are going to<br />
release them from their sweet bur<strong>de</strong>n, except for the two apple trees in front of<br />
my window. They cry, kneeling down, fighting, ready to break their branches,<br />
calling me…<br />
Suciu Ileana, VI A<br />
It is autumn. The leaves of the trees are yellow and dry. Colorful grapes are no<br />
longer patient and bustle on the vine. Children help their parents harvest the<br />
fruit. The gol<strong>de</strong>n, tasty fruit spread their fragrance insi<strong>de</strong> the cellar. Autumn fills<br />
their shelves to the full. Housewives make apple, pear and quince jam while<br />
their men prepare the grapes juice and the wine. Autumn is <strong>de</strong>licious!<br />
Stan Paul, VI A<br />
Altã toamnã<br />
De <strong>de</strong>parte, încet, dar vine,<br />
Vântul gri pe aripi fine<br />
Şi împrăştie <strong>de</strong>odată<br />
Frunza galben colorată.<br />
În pădure când ajunge,<br />
Toate frunzele le smulge<br />
Pământul îl aureşte,<br />
Iar pe codru îl răreşte.<br />
Ploi mărunte-ncep ncep să cadă,<br />
Dealurile sunt pustii,<br />
S-au sfârşit <strong>de</strong> prin ogradă<br />
Jocurile <strong>de</strong> copii.<br />
Mărginean Coralia, , VIII B<br />
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