The works of MM Prishvin are taught to observe and love nature. The writer notices the slightest changes occurring around him, knows how to tell about them so that we can clearly imagine everything to ourselves. From this story you can see that even in the simplest, unsightly, at first glance, nothing noticeable flower is hidden amazing beauty.
No wonder young children are very fond of dandelions, always drawn to them. On a sunny day, the meadow is golden and at night green. Flowers went to bed with the children, and together stood up. How much can you tell about a dandelion. What kind of flower is a...dandelion? Modest. Yellow.
You can not make a bouquet – the stalk is weak. He withers quickly. Almost odorless. The only fun is to blow on the discolored white ball, so that the small seeds on their fluffy parachute fly into the wind. The first blooms. Like the sun. And in the story “Golden Meadow” the thought is one: the ability to see beauty in a simple, in the dearest and dearest heart, that is always near us, and that, unfortunately, we do not always notice. The writer told about the wonderful property of a dandelion to open in the sunlight and shrink into buds in the evening.