Essay for 8th grade on the topic "Trip to the meadow»


On summer days, I look forward to the weekend, so that the whole family can go to the meadow for berries. We get up early in the morning and start packing. We always dress comfortably and easily, but at the same time choose clothes that are more dense, so that numerous insects do not bite us. Mom makes sandwiches for everyone, and dad makes tea in a thermos. Grandma takes compote and water. So we get in the car and set off.


The road to the meadow goes through the village, then we go over the bridge over the river and enter the forest strip. How great it is to watch the fresh greenery of nature and feel the warm summer breeze that penetrates through the partially opened car Windows.


Here we find ourselves on a dirt road leading to our favorite ravine, where for many years we have been collecting wild berries. When I go out on the field, I breathe in the aroma of herbs and meadows! What a blessing! And the berries just flash red lights here and there, like they're playing a game with us. My parents immediately put them in buckets, and my sister and I eat them first. What a wonderful aroma comes from wild strawberries! I just can't get enough of it! I like to lie down in the meadow, in the soft grass, and listen to everything buzzing around me. I bask in the sun's rays and feel every cell in my body warming up. A little tired, we eat sandwiches and drink tea and compote. Then we fill the remaining space in the buckets with berries and go home.


At home I feel pleasantly tired, but trips to the meadow with my family remain in my memory for a long time. In winter, I think of them and feel a little sad about summer.