The nature of the native land

The place in which he was born is dear to the heart of every person, be it a huge multimillion city or a small village.

I consider my native village the most beautiful, cozy, clean village in the region.

I love my native village very much. It is beautiful at any time of the year, especially in the snowy winter.

Everything is wrapped in fluffy white snowdrifts, red-breasted bullfinches and waxwings sit on graceful thin branches of mountain ash. They chirp subtly and melodiously, meeting the frosty morning. Birches and poplars are wrapped in frost sparkling in the sun. Everything seems fabulous, enchanting.

In the morning after a night blizzard, fellow villagers go out to clear snow from their yards. Children go out for a walk: play snowballs, ride a hill, build snow fortresses. All are cheerful, rosy-cheeked, happy. You walk by and involuntarily smile.

I especially like it when the lights are on in the evening. The snow shines and glitters like a thousand precious stones.

In the spring, our village comes alive with nature. A new life begins for everyone with the appearance of the first spring rays. Thawed patches appear in fields and meadows, streams run, icicles drip from roofs, puddles appear. Children go out to run along them and launch boats. Birds arrive from warm countries. Local residents are beginning to spend more time outdoors: they are putting their gardens in order, planting young seedlings.

The first fresh greens are blooming, and a lush bloom of apple trees, cherries, and lilacs begins in the gardens. There is a magical floral scent in the air.

The village flourishes in summer. Meadows and fields are covered with dense lush greenery and variegated flowers. In early July, everyone goes to swim in the lake or rivers. Everyone is looking forward to this time. People often go out into nature, sometimes overnight, pick berries and mushrooms, sit by the fire.

In summer, fellow villagers grow vegetables and fruits in their gardens, water and weed.

The village is especially beautiful in autumn. Native nature seems fun and sad at the same time. Trees wear bright clothes in shades of red, yellow, brown. The autumn forest is mesmerizing with its beauty. In the light of the sun's rays, the foliage looks golden.

It is important for all residents of the village that it is always clean, comfortable and pleasant to live in. Each of them maintains cleanliness of their area, the area around the house.

Our village is beautiful. But this piece of paradise has not been spared by environmental problems. Vacationers pollute forests, fields, rivers. Young birch groves are cut down. The villagers are fighting against those who harm nature. In all groups, there are talks about the importance of protecting nature. The whole village goes out to outskirts, clean up garbage on the territory of the village, and plant young seedlings. When we go to have a rest in nature, we collect garbage left by vacationers, and be sure to remove the garbage left by us.

If everyone cares so much about the purity of their native nature, the concept of "environmental problem" will cease to exist.

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