Modern Prose Poetry: My Cat

Do you often see prose in your daily study, work and life? Prose needs the author's subjective feelings, which is second only to poetry in all styles. In order to help you better understand prose, the following is my modern prose poem: My cat, welcome to share.

Modern Prose Poetry: My Cat

My cat is not like this now. In the past, he was very obedient and stopped barking when he was full. Now he can hear it all the time, as well as his listlessness. ...

A few days ago, grandma came to Taiyuan with two cousins to live with me. Every day, when my big cousin is bored, he plays with cats. I live in the same room as him, so I can naturally see him and.

When cats are together.

He played with the cat, and the cat put out its paw and patted his cousin's foot.

He feeds the cat, and the cat that eats sausage makes a' whoop' sound and looks at my cousin from time to time.

He slept with the cat, who slept peacefully on his cousin's back. ...

But now, my cousin and grandma have gone back to their hometown, leaving only the empty house, the cat and me. ...

As a result, the cat went crazy, scratching everywhere, barking everywhere and hardly eating.

I sat in the room with my cousin, trying to hold back the tears of missing them.

My foot suddenly hurts again. From the bottom of my heart, I can see the kitten scratching me crazily, still looking at my cousin's bed, and then looking up at me for a long time …

For a moment, I seemed to see the tears of the missing cat.

Tears of missing flowed from my eyes and dripped on the cat.

The cat shook itself, jumped on my bed, faced my cousin's bed and lay down quietly. ...

I gently lay down beside it and looked at the empty bed.

A bed under the gaze of a cat ...

Modern Prose Poetry: Mom

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

Remember the pain of happiness when I was born?

You gave me life and raised me to grow up.

Your breasts are not as plump as before.

Did I suck it dry?

You didn't hesitate.

Not a trace of disappointment.

Your milk and your love have merged into my blood.

Only you can be so generous, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

Remember when we were young, we rushed into your arms?

At that time, we never gave in

Because that's our happy palace.

Your arms always give us a strange sense of security.

Like a harbor that can always avoid storms.

No matter how big the fear is, it can be completely eliminated.

It's so desirable.

So it is worth looking forward to.

Only you can have such love for your mother.

Oh, mom, honey. Mom.

Have you ever smelled rouge?

Do you know what it's like to stand in front of a vertical mirror in beautiful clothes?

You only know that toilet water is used to repel mosquitoes.

But what about perfume

You know, as a woman,

What kind of happiness is it to return home with a full load after shopping?

Do you know who the beauty salon is for?

There are other hairstyles besides length.

Do you know that?/You know what?

I don't think you know this.

Only you are so stupid, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

Inadvertently, I saw your silver hair.

But their reproductive ability is too strong.

One,Two,Three

I've lost count.

Is it time to get old?

I don't think so

That white hair is your love and concern for me.

What blurs my eyes?

I have lost count of my silver hair.

Only you can be so irresponsible to yourself, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

Have you ever seen a face in the mirror?

Gullies are becoming more and more obvious.

Do you want to carve a smile on your face?

It will be the most perfect work of art between heaven and earth.

That smile will always be in my heart.

Like a bright lamp

Tell me the way forward.

Light up the road under my feet

You are the most successful model in the world.

You are the greatest sculptor in the world.

Only you can achieve so much, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

Do you know what is hot and what is cold?

Why do you always have the same season?

Why are you so busy

Don't want to stop for a moment

Do I even need to make an appointment to call my mother?

You have never said a word of tiredness.

You have never complained about hard work.

Can't you feel the scorching sun of 40 degrees?

Your skin has been in such hot sun for a long time.

After practice, it becomes an ultraviolet protective layer, right?

You are a real scientist.

Only you will think of yourself as an experiment, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

How long has it been since I touched your hand?

Do you remember?

If I close my eyes,

I can't tell the difference between your hands and dead branches.

If it weren't for the temperature of your flowing blood

Then how can I prove that your hand still exists?

Mom, your legs are still the same as before

Can't stand a little wind and a little cold?

Your waist will be given to you from time to time.

Add a little tearing pain.

Every time it hurts, I can only lie in bed.

Despite all kinds of discomfort

You must be exhausted.

Only you can be so tenacious, mom.

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

In the dark night swallowed by silence

Can you see my wet eyes?

With crystal tears.

If not, look up at the night sky.

I spilled them in the sky.

Shining with light.

Like my eyes blinked.

They are smiling at you.

Do you feel a little relieved at this moment, mom?

Oh, mom, my dear mom.

You gave birth to me. You are my home.

Your words-as long as you live well, my life is worth it.

You are good to me

I will never be able to repay you.

Good people

Will you be my child and I will be your mother?

I love your mother!