#二级# Introduction prose is a Chinese vocabulary, and its pinyin is sǎn wén. One refers to the brilliance of literary talent, the second refers to still writing, and the third refers to the name of literary style. Prose is a narrative literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings and has a flexible writing style. The following is the relevant information compiled by "Prose Recited by Second Grade Primary School Students". I hope it will help you.
Prose piece 1 "Where Seagulls Fly" recited by a second-grade primary school student
Bank of Dianchi Lake
"Where Seagulls Fly"
Tourists come one after another
Joy is like waves
Rising and falling with the seagulls
One wave is higher than the other
The sky is so blue that it makes people feel enchanted
The lake reflects the vastness of the distant mountains
Sailboats scattered on the lake
Like fishermen waiting nonchalantly
One boat in the east
One in the west A boat
The dividing rail cuts the lake surface willfully
Seagulls resting
Standing side by side in a row
Raise your head and chest out< /p>
Like gentlemen lining up
Staring proudly at the sparkling light
Like an angel guarding Dianchi Lake
Taking a speedboat to visit Dianchi Lake
When the waves are flying
How many seagulls are following me
Capturing my gaze
A smile that wets my face
Stretch out Reaching out
How many chases have been attracted
Picking up bread crumbs
Pecking at seagull food
Flexible and vigorous
Like a willful pirate
Seagull food
Throw it upward into the wind
The feast is now
How many seagulls are lifting the clouds
< p> Back and forth***Have fun with floating life
Who knows
I am a migratory bird
Traveling through mountains and rivers afraid of the cold winter
Just for the present friendship
Let me be free and happy
The clouds keep the spring in full bloom
Prose recited by second grade primary school students Chapter 2 "You are as picturesque as poetry"
"Picturesque and poetic"
What kind of you are you?
Borrow the wind to write
Thoughts are ink
Heaven and earth are scrolls
Sahara Desert
Write your story in an understatement Outline
Nine roads and ten roads
Your long hair flows freely
Your eyebrows are like willow moon
Dotted with stars
< p> Those must be your intoxicating eyesOh,
That eagle’s beak
Isn’t it your charming nose
< p> Cherry little mouthExtremely cute
And the shell teeth hidden in the beach
How can one be as bright as snow
Coral ears
Inlaid on both sides
It is a little more sultry
Skin is like water
Clear and smooth
I caress you like this
It must be broken by a bullet
Clear dew and sweet rain
I can’t help myself
Poetry The earth has turned into your fragrant sweat
I can’t help but fall in love with you
The light clouds are ashamed of the sky
The sun shines brightly on me
Graceful and graceful
Do you know that charming face?
Misleading a person’s life
Woohoo
Those four distinct seasons It’s your emotions
Blooming like spring
Oh, you are lively and cheerful
It’s hot like summer
Oh, you are unrestrained like fire You
Desolate as autumn
Oh, you are sentimental
Silent as winter
Oh, you are unhappy
Picturesque
This is you!
Prose Chapter 3 "The Well" recited by a second-grade primary school student
In the deepest memory, my mother said: "Never go to the woods, there is a well there." Although I didn’t know why I couldn’t go there if there was a well, I still believed my mother’s words and regarded it as a restricted area and never went there.
And that mysterious well has grown in my heart. I used the unique imagination of children to construct countless legends for it. It is very scary in my heart. In my heart, it is a black hole full of undead evil. In my heart, it is all evil.
I really don’t dare to get close. I’m afraid that once I get close, the undead will float out of the cave and call me. I’m afraid of it.
I like to watch the sunset.
There is a forest between my house and the well. This side of the forest is my home, and that side is the well. Standing in front of my house, with the setting sun behind me, I can't find a trace of sadness. All I can find is the embarrassment of having my sight blocked. But on the other side of the forest, I can clearly appreciate the whole scene. The whole process of sunset, but I didn't dare to go there. I was afraid of that well, so I never went there.
I like kites very much. For thousands of years, the Chinese have lost everything but kites. I like kites and the sound of a bird flapping its wings when it flies into the sky.
When I fly a kite, I think of myself as a gust of wind, running around wildly and following the wind. As long as the kite can fly, that's fine.
I bypassed the forest and flew a kite in the fields. I tried to stay as far away from the forest and the well as possible, just to find a little sense of security.
When the wind started, I let go of the line and ran against the wind. I was not afraid of falling at all, I just ran blindly, hoping that the kite could fly in the sky for a while longer.
While running, I saw the well. Yes, yes, it was that well. The entrance was covered by a broken stone slab, but a black hole with a crescent moon was still exposed. Is this the well? The embodiment of all evil in my heart? Why is it so desolate, this is all evil, just an ordinary well?
I can’t help but laugh at myself. When I was a child, my mother’s words planted a seed in my heart. I used my imagination to water and fertilize it, and it grew into an unshakable tree. It deeply affected me, but I didn’t expect that when I saw it today, the big tree died, not even the roots were left.
I felt ridiculous for my speculation about the well. This was the well that had terrified me throughout my childhood. It was right in front of me. Nothing happened. I was safe.
Turning around, I saw the sunset. The sunset here was so beautiful, I didn’t want to leave.
I waited quietly for the sun to go down and the sky was getting dark. I was very satisfied with the dusk. I think the well was too. I think I fell in love with this place.
Okay, wind up and go home.