About summer09.20.11

Poezie despre vara (in limba engleza)

Come, come, sweet summer
Let’s go to the field outside
To scour the valleys running,
Lands to roam.

Let water come to look like
Flocks to drink,
Of beech to discern
Line of oat.


Rustling forest green
Hearing him to caress me,
Tired and then fall
Down in the shade of a tree.

And let me be the field in flower
Sky blue covers,
Let me sleep in sweet singing
Trees shaken by the wind!

Poezie trimisa de Railenau Iustina.

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Compunere in engleza iarna01.17.11



It is winter. Crystal butterflies flying through the sky darkened.
Criva Santa arrived on our land with her daughter. Her children formed a silver robe.
Small bell petals weave clothes tree with silver threads.
Sun pale gray clouds provided.
Very small breasts copliaşi is slippery hill. Fluffy snow crunches under their feet.
With the coming of this great season is approaching and the following holidays: Neculai Santa, Santa – Holy infant birth and transition to the new year.
Children enjoy the season that opens the hearts of the people in another year u better.

Compunere trimisa de Iuliana.

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Summer holidays (Vacanta de vara -engleza-)03.05.10


Summer holidays

Holidays seem short but it is quite enough for my friends and me to go to holiday-house or another city for a change.
Summer holidays are wonderful. There are many long sunny days. There is no school. There are new friends and many interesting things to see and to do.
Some children spent their holidays at the seaside, some in the mountains and some in the country.
As for me, I spent this summer at the sea in Paralia Katerini and in the country.
The beach is a traditional summer destination for thousands of people. The wealth of thing to do includes sunbathing.
The sea is one of the most wonderful places which attract holidays-makers all over the world.
There are many rest homes and tourist camps there. But it is also possible to rent a room or a furnished house for a couple of weeks there.
As a rule, I make new friends there. In the day-time we play volleyball, tennis, swim in the warm water of the sea and sunbathe.
Ever presented breezes keep the temperature comfortable and the water warm. Beach cities are the centres for easy going life styles. The newest trends in youth culture often originate there. For example, the roller-skating craze started on the Venice boardwalk.
Though sea, sun and sand are the same, people try to go to different places every year, because fauna and flora and the air are different.
Spending holidays on the beach is a great rest though many people combine sunbathing with visiting museums and places of interest.
Sometimes in summer my parents and I go on a long journey in Europe. We visit ancient Hungarian and Austrian towns or go on a boat-trip on the Danube. I like boat-trips very much. The boat drops on anchor at every important town. We go out on the shore and an excursion for an hour or two. We visit the places of interest and have a chance to learn more about the history of this or that town or place.
But mostly we spend the summer holidays in the country. In my opinion there is nothing like the countryside.
We have cousins who live in the countryside. Their home is in a nice place near the Retezat Mountains. There is river and a lake there. My friends and I often go swimming and boating there.
I played with Cristi and Alex, who lives down the road. Every day we fed the horses and went riding.
Every afternoon we went swimming in the river. I was also fond or lying in the sun. There’s a lot of fish in the lake, so I sometimes went fishing.
I like to sit in silence for a while, waiting for a fish to get caught and listening to the bird singing in the trees.
When I happened to catch a fish I set it free at once, because I went in for fishing just for pleasure.
When it was very hot my friends and I usually went to the forest. The air is cool and fresh there.
I like to walk in the shade of the trees and pick mushrooms and berries.
Cristi has got a dog called Axy. It becomes so happy when Alex and I take to the forest.
Axy likes to run after butterflies. I sometimes played with it. I threw a stick and at brought it back to me.
Time passed quickly and soon we hade to make our way back. We returned home sunburnt and full of impressions.

O compunere foarte frumoasa trimisa de Dudas Simona.

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