Праздник"Прщание с Золотой Осенью" (2кл,)

Праздник «Прощание с золотой Осенью»                                                                                                                              Цели: обобщить знания уч-ся о приметах и красках осени, развивать их творчество, фантазию; воспитывать бережное отношение к природе; вовлечь родителей в подготовку к празднику (семейные поделки из природного материала, изготовление костюмов, выставка поделок, овощей).                                                                                                                                                                                        

Вот и окончилось тихое лето,                                                                                                                                                                             Ночи длиннее, всѐ дальше рассветы,                                                                                                                                        Музыка звѐздная, листьев кружение –                                                                                                                       

Так начинается песня осенняя.                                                                                                                                                              

Есть две осени.                                                                                                                                                                             Одна – радостная, пышно убранная, богатая урожаем,                                                                                 и другая, в лоскутьях опадающей листвы, грустная, с тихим плачем мелкого дождя.                                              И к каждой осени у нас особая любовь.                                                                                                                         

Отшумело весѐлое лето                                                                                                                                                              Снова школьная форма на нас                                                                                                                                                                    От красивых и пышных букетов                                                                                                                                                                               Отвести невозможно глаз.                                                                                                                                                                 На клумбах астры всех цветов,                                                                                                                                                                      Как звѐздочки, красуются                                                                                                                                                                И на своих учеников                                                                                                                                                              Родители любуются                                                                                                                                            Сентябрь раскрасил школьный двор                                                                                                                                           Цветами и улыбками                                                                                                                                                                                             Из листьев расстелил ковѐр                                                                                                                                                                          Он золотыми бликами                                                                                                                                                                             

Дети поют песню                                                                                                                                                                                          

Жѐлтой краской кто-то                                                                                                                                               Выкрасил леса,                                                                                                                                                              Стали отчего-то ниже небеса,                                                                                                                                                        Ярче запылали кисточки рябин.                                                                                                                                                 Вдруг увяли травы,                                                                                                                                                                  Лишь свежа полынь.                                                                                                                                   Я спросил у папы: — Что случилось вдруг?                                                                                                                                                      И ответил папа: — Это осень, друг.                                                                                                                                           

Поиграть решила в прятки:                                                                                                                                                                          В хлебном поле очень ловко                                                                                                                                        Спряталась – и всѐ в порядке!                                                                                                                                            Только хлебные колосья сразу стали золотыми                                                                                                                                                    Все решили: это Осень сделала их вмиг такими.                                                                                                       

Огненной стрелой спустившись,                                                                                                                                             Осень к клѐнам подлетела                                                                                                                                                          И, в густой листве зарывшись,                                                                                                                                                       Быстро спрятаться успела                                                                                                                                                                         Но по веточкам играя,                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Искры красные взлетели                                                                                                                                                                        От волненья замирая,                                                                                                                                                                 Клѐны сразу покраснели.                                                                                                                                               Всем знакомые приметы:                                                                                                                                                               Разве осени укрыться?!                                                                                                                                                                       И летит она по свету                                                                                                                                                                                                         Перелѐтной звонкой птицей.                                                                                                                                 

Посмотри, как день прекрасен,                                                                                                                                                                           И как ясен небосклон,                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Как горит под солнцем ясень,                                                                                                                                                         Без огня пылает он.                                                                                                                                                                              И кружится над поляной,                                                                                                                                                                          Как жар-птица, лист багряный.                                                                                                                                                                А на взгорке, в рыжих листьях,                                                                                                                                                                        Словно в пышных шубах лисьих,                                                                                                                                       Величавые дубы                                                                                                                                                                                      С грустью смотрят с высоты.                                                                                                                                             

Осень золотая спешит нас удивить                                                                                                                                                                                  Расписанной листвою                                                                                                                                                                                И гроздьями рябин,                                                                                                                                                                       Причудливой красою                                                                                                                                                       Прозрачных паутин.                                                                                                                                                                 И с ветром – непоседой                                                                                                                                                                     Играет в облаках.                                                                                                                                                                                  Дождѐм седым порою                                                                                                                                                   Рассыплется я в лугах.                                                                                                                                                                         И всех вновь удивляет                                                                                                                                                                 Своею красотой                                                                                                                                                                                          То празднично – нарядной,                                                                                                                                                                  То буднично – простой.                                                                                                                                                                           

Осенние листья в вальсе кружатся                                                                                                                                                                                Сбиваются в такте, на землю ложатся.                                                                                                                               Дождь золотой удивит красотою,                                                                                                                                                                                       Осенние листья кружат над землѐю.                                                                                                                            

Дети исполняют песню                                                                                                                                                                   

Учитель: Эта удивительная пора во все времена манила, привлекала творческих людей. Сколько благозвучных песен, стихов и прозаических произведений создано писателями и композиторами, какие живописные картины написаны художниками.                                                                                           Ведущий:- Ребята тоже захотели изобразить краски осени в своих работах.                                                        Награждение победителей конкурса рисунков                                                                                                                                                                                     На картине золотая осень. Листья на деревьях пожелтели, но ещѐ не опали. Выглянуло солнце и лес будто горит – такие яркие цвета у листьев. Спокойная вода речки, берѐзы, упирающиеся макушками в голубое холодное небо. Красиво так, что дух захватывает! Но немного грустно – красота эта недолговечна. День-два и поблѐкнут, потускнеют краски. Но художнику удалось остановить этот день навсегда. Удивительно, правда? Подойдѐм поближе и прочитаем: «Исаак Левитан. Золотая осень».                                                                                                                                            . (Ученики читают стихотворение ―Листопад‖ И.А.Бунина):                                                                                                          Лес, точно терем расписной,                                                                                                                                                          Лиловый, золотой, багряный,                                                                                                                                                        Веселой, пестрою стеной                                                                                                                                                                        Стоит над светлою поляной…                                                                                                                                                               Берѐзы жѐлтою резьбой                                                                                                                                                                                   Блестят в лазури голубой,                                                                                                                                                                       Как вышки, ѐлочки темнеют,                                                                                                                                                                      А между кленами синеют,                                                                                                                                                                              То здесь, то там в листве сквозной                                                                                                                                                Просветы в небо, что оконца.                                                                                                                                                   Лес пахнет дубом и сосной,                                                                                                                                                          За лето высох он от солнца,                                                                                                                                                                        И Осень тихою вдовой                                                                                                                                                           Вступает в пѐстрый терем свой…                                                                                                                                                       

Сегодня на пустой поляне                                                                                                                                                              Среди широкого двора                                                                                                                                                          Воздушной паутины ткани                                                                                                                                                   Блестят, как сеть из серебра                                                                                                                                                                     Сегодня целый день играет                                                                                                                                                                     В дворе последний мотылѐк                                                                                                                                                                И, словно белый лепесток,                                                                                                                                                                    На паутине замирает                                                                                                                                                                   Пригретый солнечным теплом                                                                                                                                                  

Сегодня так светло кругом                                                                                                                                                          Такое лѐгкое дыхание                                                                                                                                                                        В лесу и в синей вышине                                                                                                                                                                      Что можно в этой тишине                                                                                                                                               Расслышать листика шуршание                                                                                                                                                                       Лес, точно терем расписной,                                                                                                                                                     Лиловый, золотой, багряный,                                                                                                                                                            Стоит над солнечной поляной,                                                                                                                                                                              Заворожѐнный тишиной.                                                                                                                                     

Ведущий: Сейчас посмотрим, что вы знаете об Осени. Отгадываем загадки.                                                                           Пусты поля,                                                                                                                                                                                          Мокнет земля,                                                                                                                                                             День убывает,                                                                                                                                                                                   

Когда это бывает? ( Осенью)                                                                                                                                                               В красном платьице девица,                                                                                                                                                           Вышла с осенью проститься,                                                                                                                                                               Осень проводила,                                                                                                                                                                             Платье снять забыла.                                                                                                                                                               И на красные узоры                                                                                                                                                                                                     Первый снег ложится. ( Рябина)                                                                                                                                                         

Пришла без красок и без кисти,                                                                                                                                                                               И перекрасила все листья. ( Осень)                                                                                                                                               

Шѐл долговяз, да в земле увяз. ( Дождь)                                                                                                                                                         

Зимой с бородой,                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Осенью опадает.                                                                                                                                                                     Летом новая вырастает. (Лиственный лес)                                                                                                                                                

Сидит – зеленеет,      ,                                                                                                                                                                                       Падает – желтеет,                                                                                                                                                                     Лежит – почернеет. ( Листья)                                                                                                                                                      

Несу я урожаи,                                                                                                                                                                                 Поля вновь засеваю,                                                                                                                                                                              Птиц к югу отправляю,                                                                                                                                                                  Деревья раздеваю,                                                                                                                                                                           Но не касаюсь сосен                                                                                                                                                                               И ѐлочек. Я - … (осень)                                                                                                                                                          Награждение:                                                                                                                                                                                  Конкурс поделок                                                                                                                                                                      Здравствуй, здравствуй, осень золотая,                                                                                                                                Соком сладких ягод налитая.                                                                                                                                                      В огороде тоже всѐ в порядке,                                                                                                                                                     Много разных овощей на грядке.                                                                                                                                             

Сценка «Хозяйка с базара домой принесла…»                                                                                                             Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                 Хозяйка однажды с базара пришла,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Хозяйка с базара домой принесла:                                                                                                                                                                                                    Картошку, капусту, морковку, горох,                                                                                                                                                           Петрушку и свѐклу…                                                                                                                                                               Хозяйка:                                                                                                                                                                           Ох! Ведущий:                                                                                                                                                                                                  Вот овощи спор завели:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Кто из них, из овощей, И полезней, и вкусней?                                                                                                                                                     Горох: Я такой хорошенький, зелѐненький мальчишка,                                                                                                                                      Если только захочу, всех горошком угощу!                                                                                                                                                                      Свѐкла: Дай сказать хоть слово мне, выслушай про это,                                                                                                                                               Свѐклу надо для борща и для винегрета.                                                                                                                                Кушай сам и угощай – лучше свѐклы нету!                                                                                                                                                              Капуста: Ты уж, свѐкла помолчи,                                                                                                                                                  Из капусты варят щи!                                                                                                                                                                                         А какие вкусные пироги капустные!                                                                                                                                       Редиска: Я – румяная редиска,                                                                                                                                  Поклонюсь вам низко-низко.                                                                                                                                   А хвалить себя зачем?                                                                                                                                                                                 Я и так известна всем!                                                                                                                                                         Огурец: Очень будете довольны,                                                                                                                                                             Съев огурчик малосольный,                                                                                                                                                                                         А уж свежий огуречик Всем понравится, конечно!                                                                                               Морковь: Про меня рассказ недлинный.                                                                                                                                    Кто не знает витамины?                                                                                                                                                            Пей всегда морковный сок                                                                                                                                                                  И грызи морковку!                                                                                                                                                                                         Будешь ты тогда, дружок,                                                                                                                                                              Крепким, сильным, ловким!                                                                                                                                                                                         Помидор: Не болтай, Морковка, вздор,                                                                                                                                Помолчи немного.                                                                                                                                                                                 Самый вкусный и приятный                                                                                                                                                       Уж, конечно, сок томатный!                                                                                                                                                             Петрушка: Я – приправа в каждом блюде                                                                                                                                       И всегда полезна людям                                                                                                                                                                      Я – ваша подружка – Зелѐная петрушка!                                                                                                                               Лук: Я при всех болезнях                                                                                                                                                                                                    Буду всех полезней.                                                                                                                                                                              Угадали? Я – ваш друг,                                                                                                                                                                         Я – простой зелѐный лук!                                                                                                                                                    Картошка: Я – картошка, так скромна –                                                                                                                                         Слова не сказала,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                А картошка так нужна                                                                                                                                                                                        И большим, и малым!                                                                                                                                                                                     

Хозяйка: Спор давно кончать пора!                                                                                                                                                         Спорить бесполезно!                                                                                                                                                                 

Доктор: Чтоб здоровым, сильным быть,                                                                                                                                         Надо овощи любить все,                                                                                                                                                                                  Без исключенья,                                                                                                                                                                                  В этом нет сомненья!                                                                                                                                                                      В каждом польза есть и вкус,                                                                                                                                                                 И решить я не берусь, Кто из вас вкуснее,                                                                                                                                             Кто из вас нужнее!                                                                                                                                                                            Только ветер налетел,                                                                                                                                                                             Сразу сделал много дел:                                                                                                                                                                Тучки в небе разогнал,                                                                                                                                                                         Листья с дерева сорвал,                                                                                                                                                        Закружил их высоко,                                                                                                                                                                                      Разбросал их далеко.                                                                                                                                                                                                Мы листочки соберем,                                                                                                                                                                        С ними танцевать пойдем!                                                                                                                                                          Сегодня так светло кругом,                                                                                                                                                                       Такое мертвое молчанье,                                                                                                                                                                     В лесу и в синей вышине,                                                                                                                                                                 Что можно в этой тишине                                                                                                                                                         Услышать листика шуршанье.                                                                                                                                          

Нынче день такой хороший;                                                                                                                                                                    Весь от листьев золотой.                                                                                                                                                                    По пустым аллеям парка                                                                                                                                                        Мы прощаемся с тобой                                                                                                                                                                   По пустым аллеям парка                                                                                                                                                                  Мы пройдем не торопясь.                                                                                                                                                                         Пусть танцует в платье ярком                                                                                                                                                   Осень свой прощальный вальс.

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