Wednesday, July 17, 2019

My Opinion About A.A.Milne’s “A Word for Autumn”

What keep be more(prenominal) dreadful than declension? e genuinely year we say farewell to summertime and al federal agencys think of it as the devastation of the world, to tell the truth, me, too. Undoubtedly, there are wad who are fascinated with autumn, they manage it. Anyway, its a beautiful time of the year, very picturesque and bright, especially during September. Leaves are red, orange, yellow, rosy brown and amber. The air is cool, crisp and the deliver looks darker and more boundless in the evenings. howeverits autumn and nonhing can be make till the succeeding(a) June. Its same(p) a eternal damnation and a punishment for relaxed and carefree summer weve scarcely spent. A. A. Milne shares the otherwise point of bewitch in his essay A develop for Autumn. The narrator is kind of a relativist here. He is like Zen-Buddhist, the good and the severely are making the one, main law of nature of carriage for him, they are indivisible and everlasting. I had been t hinking of the winter as a horrid wet, dreary time rack up only for professional football.Now I can nonice other things- These other things are too the part of our telluric and routine life but they do decorate it and make cheerful seance near by fireplace, having immense negotiation with your parents or beloved ones during long and dust-covered autumn and winter evenings, reading books or just muse on whatsoever things Good work shall be done this winter. Life shall be lived well. But I want to think a little(a) approximately summer. Why do we like it so much and cherish its every day? Why does it so much influence our mood?summertime comes every year like an confront for the long and cold winter that weve managed to withstand. Its my way of seeing it, of course, you may not agree with me. We like the sun, its inviolable and bright rays that are meeting us every summer morning, were amicable of sunsets that stay in our memory for long time. Its great time of camp ou t weekends, holidays on the sea-shore and long evening walks in the city parks. I like that trees and grass are so emerald green, I like azure blue sky and brightness level clouds in it and the warm wind. These are things I like about summer.I see that people on the streets are more open and smile when summer comes. I think its in the air, this looking of happiness, of youth and joyful moments. Everything makes a unify of complete and sunny summer pleasure and thats how it goes from year to year. Thats why, may be, it so important to keep this effect and scene inside, and bring it throughout autumn and winter. We still dont attain such a skill. To be honest, me not. I try to cultivate this habit in me but every time its in vain and A. A. Milne on the setback succeeded in it and Im a little envious about him in this way.He is epicurean here, he takes the stovepipe of life while he can, he enjoys every moment of life. He sees its beauty in the fresh cultivated celery and a wedge of cheese, in vegetables and fruits, in the pipe he just smoked, in taverns and London inns. And here comes the thought that its a good life and its going to be this way no matter what happens. The narrator valued to make us think about it and he did. He ensured me and here I agree with him that The end of the summer is not the end of the world. Heres to October-and, waiter, well-nigh more celery.

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