ГДЗ по Английскому Языку 10 Класс Модуль 5 Across the curriculum Номер 1 Ваулина — Подробные Ответы

Прочитайте стихотворение и прослушайте музыку. Какие картины появляются у вас в голове? Что вы можете увидеть, почувствовать, услышать, учуять?
“Дождь, дождь, уходи,
Приходи снова в другой день.”

I find myself in a quiet forest, where a light drizzle falls from the sky. As I stroll along, I can hear the gentle rustling of the wind through the trees, and I watch as the golden autumn leaves drift slowly to the earth. I am alone in this peaceful scene. There’s a tinge of sadness in my heart, as the warmth of summer fades away and the chill of winter draws near.

I am standing in the midst of a dense forest, surrounded by the soft sound of light rain falling from the overcast sky. The air is cool and fresh, and the earth beneath my feet is damp with the gentle moisture. As I take slow, deliberate steps along the winding path, I am drawn to the sound of the wind whistling through the treetops. It seems as though the forest is alive, whispering its secrets to those who listen carefully.

The trees around me stand tall, their once-vibrant green leaves now transformed into rich shades of amber, gold, and crimson. Every so often, a leaf lets go of its branch and flutters to the ground, adding to the ever-growing carpet of autumn beneath my feet. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight—the beauty of nature’s transformation—and feel a deep sense of solitude. The forest, with all its stillness, seems to echo the quietness within me.

I walk further, my thoughts drifting like the leaves in the wind. There’s a subtle ache in my chest, an undeniable feeling of sadness. The long, sun-drenched days of summer have faded into memory, and I can almost feel the crispness of winter on the horizon. The cold months ahead feel so different from the warmth and freedom of summer, and it’s difficult not to feel a little melancholic as I leave one season behind and prepare for another.

As I continue my walk, the soft patter of rain mingles with the rustling of the trees, and I find comfort in the simple, fleeting beauty of the moment. Though I may feel a little sad, I can’t help but appreciate the quiet, introspective beauty that comes with this time of year. It’s a reminder that, like the seasons, life is always changing, and with each change, there’s something to be learned.