Childhood is like sweet marshmallows, the sweet taste is refreshing. Below are beautiful prose poems about childhood that I compiled. I hope you like our article. A beautiful prose poem about childhood: Memories of childhood
Author: Li Yunheng
Memories of childhood,
The most beautiful time,
Pistachios on the journey.
Childhood memories,
Enlightenment of life,
Pure water for the soul.
Bits and pieces of memory,
Time is frozen.
Store in the warehouse of memories,
Leave in the screening room of life.
Appreciation,
Aftertaste. Beautiful prose poem about childhood 2: Childhood
Author: Xiting
A windmill
A bay of clear water
A white stone A small road
A golden rice field
A cow barks, it is an old cow riding in the fields
A wisp of smoke wraps the setting sun around the eaves
? Son, let’s eat!?
The sound spread from one side of the village to the other side
Who immediately patted the soil and barefoot
p>Going home blabberingly
Passing by
A windmill
A bay of clear water
A strip of white pebbles A small road
A golden rice field
And a kite
Broken string? Beautiful prose poem about childhood Poem Three: Childhood Innocence
Author: Desert Lone Wolf
Once upon a time,
I also had that innocent smile.
Once upon a time,
I was so happy,
Once upon a time,
I also ran around the merry-go-round every day.
Once upon a time,
I also had such a beautiful childhood dream.
How many springs and autumns have passed,
Time has been turned upside down.
When I was a child, I always looked out the window in a daze,
Thinking about my future when I grow up.
Seeing the leaves turning green year after year,
The pace of running never stops.
The fourth beautiful prose poem about childhood: Childhood under the Roof
Author: Tianyuanren
It’s raining
The members are still planting rice in the fields
I squatted under the eaves and counted the water drops
One drop, two drops, three or four drops?
I counted until my legs stopped running
All I could see was the ground. Leaving rows of small puddles
I ran into the house
I stole my mother’s seeds
Put a seed in each small puddle. Soybeans
Covered with wet sand
In the middle of the night, I saw a row of bean sprouts
Like primary school students after school< /p>
Queuing up neatly
Walking on the way home
A few days later
My mother saw it
The bean sprouts around the eaves
And I twisted my butt