The green treetops are shining with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are in the water,
Happy as a fairy.
Little brother stepped on the water hard,
How high is the splash?
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!"
He just ran away!
He patted his muddy pants,
He said, "Shit, shit!"
And his happy red face,
But it exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister has two short pigtails,
Follow these muddy pants closely,
She bit her lip,
Grab the skirt,
Run gently and carefully,
I wish I could.
What a beautiful fall!
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Classic Children's Prose Poems 2 Rain
Outside the window,
It has already rained.
But, mom,
Don't stop me,
I'm going to get wet.
I put on a straw hat.
I ran into the rain.
I became an umbrella.
Umbrella flutters in the wind and rain,
Protect pedestrians without umbrellas from the rain.
When the rain stopped,
I flew away again,
Fly into the green forest after rain.
Mom, maybe you lost your daughter,
You're in a hurry,
You're worried that I'll get wet in the rain
You run into the street,
Ask the wind after the rain,
Ask the rainbow in the sky,
Ask every pedestrian:
My daughter, where is she?
You came to the forest,
Ask the bird,
Ask the flowers,
Ask the raindrops dripping on the leaves:
My daughter, where is she?
They all said:
That's a naughty girl,
She is playing hide-and-seek with us again,
Who knows where she will hide!
After rain.
In the forest.
Mushrooms spilled all over the floor.
They like playing games after rain best.
Mom, when you reach out and just want to pick the whitest one,
The fattest mushroom,
Suddenly,
It has changed,
Became your daughter,
She blinked,
Looking at you with a smile
-Mom, I'm home!
Look, I am still wearing a straw hat.
Colorful raindrops hung on the straw hat.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 3 "Green Grass"
Those red wildflowers.
Purple wildflowers.
Blue wildflowers,
It's all gone.
Here, there is only a meadow left.
Everyone else picked flowers,
Teacher, what about me?
What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass?
I pouted,
Look at that handful of green bristlegrass,
What I saw in the teacher's hand,
Edge slapping,
Shake it,
Edge slapping,
Jump,
After a while,
Turned into a puppy,
Give it to me,
I giggled;
After a while,
Turned into a kitten,
Give it to me,
I clapped my hands and jumped up;
After a while,
Turned into a furry bird again,
Give it to me,
I fly around with it!
..... from that day on,
We all like green bristlegrass,
Because of our little hands,
Also become as dexterous as the teacher's hand!
Classic children's prose poem "Flowers in the Rain"
I am your disobedient child,
I sneaked out of the house.
Through the Woods,
When crossing the bridge,
On the bright shore of the lake,
I play to my heart's content
I forgot about you,
I forgot my home,
Please forgive me, mom.
I went after butterflies,
It flew into the Woods,
Hidden in a small flower.
I don't want to catch it anymore,
Because of that little flower,
It is its sweet home.
I'm by the lake,
Watching an uncle go fishing,
Green fish are really like fresh pods.
I also looked at the old man,
Using sheep bones as bait,
There are so many shrimps jumping online!
I asked my uncle for a small fish.
I asked grandpa for a shrimp.
I said,
I promise I won't eat it,
My family has a big fish tank.
Build them a home,
Let them grow up there.
Suddenly,
It began to rain,
The raindrops are urgent and heavy,
Hit him in the face,
It hurts and numb.
People are running,
At this moment, I remembered home.
Think of mom.
Looking at the rainy day,
I remembered my mother's favorite flower with water droplets.
I was in the rain,
Picking wild flowers,
Took a handful,
Another one.
I'm so happy,
Because I can send my mother a bouquet of water droplets!
I'm going home.
I'm a little scared again.
I am a disobedient child,
I shouldn't have snuck out of the house just now.
Maybe I'll be scolded by my mother for this,
Even beaten?
Looking at the flowers holding the rain in their hands,
I was thinking,
Mom, will you?
Classic children's prose poem 5 "Red Dragonfly"
Fly low,
humble
You red tiger,
What have you lost?
Flying so low,
Fly so low.
On the lawn,
Covered with light green.
In the flowers,
Full of fragrance.
On the lake
Shining ripples.
Red dragonfly,
What have you lost?
This is sun-dried dew,
Or the memory of rainy days?
You may not have found what you lost,
You're tired of flying,
Lying on my bamboo fence,
Rest quietly.
I approached you quietly,
Hold on to your transparent wings.
Jesus Christ,
It began to rain lightly,
A drop, a drop,
Remind me,
Go home quickly!
When I first ran home,
It began to rain heavily outside the window.
I put the red dragonfly
Put it on the green screen window,
It looked out the window at the foggy world.
Is it still looking for something lost?
Mom,
You told me,
It's looking for lost love,
The most precious thing in the world.
It was calm after the storm.
I opened the window,
Release the red dragonfly,
Let it fly to the clear sky and the land full of flowers. ...
Honey, too!
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 6 "Conscription"
Imagine the generosity of Chinese descendants in the north,
Imagine the sandstorm raging in the north,
Imagine the creeping roots of this country's cradle,
Countless flashes of shadow butterflies,
Mountains and rivers, Qi Fei,
Heavy footsteps,
A generation of arrogant flying dust,
Wandering around the northern border,
Pull out the wolf smoke stack one by one.
In the far north,
Only in the imagination of allusions,
The clothes are fluttering and the sound of the loom is endless.
Jin Jia, the daughter of Fang Tusi, is dressed in gold.
Mulan assembled an army for me,
Zhaojun left the fortress and stayed in Qingling,
Burning every unyielding soul,
Give birth to the courage and courage of the past,
That's not a changing breeze,
That's Dahan, Sui and Tang Dynasties and Tanyuan.
Call with all your might.
There is still a long way to go.
A long wait,
Can there be such a language attribution?
Treatment.
I am here,
Jiangnan in the festival,
A hearty meal exudes the fragrance of petty bourgeoisie.
The inner pain is always growing,
It's a series of protruding greens.
Below the head,
Pomegranate is drunk.
Across the sea.
outside the window
Clear eyes outside the window
Counting the endless scenery,
There is no fixed season,
There is wind around,
What time is the station at this time?
It rained in Mao Mao again,
Hold your heart.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 7 "Territory"
I once looked up at the sky deeply.
I hope this day every year
Grab a bright moonlight
There are snowflakes falling
Brilliant territory
The children's laughter
Break through the distance of every home
Sparrows are jumping among branches.
I wonder which snowflake Chopin will break?
Sound landing
Whose warm window will it be reflected on?
Moisten warm emotions
I used to stubbornly believe that
On this day every year
There will be a mysterious old man
Sneak dust from the chimney all over your beard.
Then quietly walked away.
Slip into the gap of history
I wandered in the street.
Chew a handful of starlight.
Pour a glass of grape ice wine alone
In the red light interlacing
Classic children's prose poem 8 "Singer"
Not in the black veil of Saint-Cyr Abbey
Not in the whisper of the old man under the melon shed
It's not in the editor's wastebasket.
Don't! It's not in your eyes.
Not even in childhood nursery rhymes.
Nor in the rustling leaves of Sophora japonica
You can't find it in the calm waves.
I can't find half a cup of spring mud.
A gentle and lovely woman on the bus can't be found on her chest.
In the snow at night? What about the snow outside the window?
There is no such thing. There is no such thing.
On the beggar's swollen neck
In the sleepy yawn of the rich
Not on a grain of sand
Not on the petals
It's not on which page of the Bible.
Which one is not the Constitution?
It doesn't hate boats on the river.
I don't like the stars in the wilderness either.
There is also a sense of emptiness in long summer leisure.
It also smells like infatuation.
Love at first sight is its principle.
Principles and who is who also don't know.
There is no need to ask endlessly poetically.
This is not a goatee.
This is not a beautiful poem.
It just exists as a bystander.
Classic children's prose poem 9 "Life"
I sat quietly on the hillside,
Sit and watch the swallows fly overhead.
I saw ants crushed to pieces,
I saw the rabbit fall into a trap.
I saw someone set foot in the stock market.
I want to leave,
Come to the pure land,
Become a monk,
But also suffering from loneliness.
Maybe,
People should practice in suffering all their lives.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 10 "Loneliness"
A fuzzy morning
Like a kitten just waking up.
When the kitten blinks.
My eyes are bright, too
The sun also rubs its eyes.
A fuzzy morning
It's on, too.
dusk
The wind blew the smoke away.
Leave a lonely chimney
Face the dusk alone.
Tell a story about the past
Like to look at the moon in the mirror.
The moon likes to look in the mirror.
Whenever you pass a river or lake,
He never forgets to leave his own shadow.
Look at today.
Are you fat? Or lost weight?
The moon is getting cold.
The weather is getting cold.
Brother Moon has no clothes to wear.
He must be cold.
Feng bobo
Send the cloud coat quickly
Dress Brother Moon.
Mondspaziergang
Baby, stop crying.
Pick a moon to play with you.
Shake you gently again
Shake into the bridge of dreams
There is a little prince on the bridge.
The little prince lit the lantern.
Visit the little moon again
The stars and the moon
The moon sleeps with love.
The nearby stars are noisy.
The noisy moon can't sleep.
So the moon didn't sleep a wink all night.
night
Quiet night
There are bugs in the ensemble.
Stars like to listen.
They all ran out.
Moon 1
Mother moon is out again.
He searched all the way.
Naughty star child
frequently
Give off a soft light
guide
The children in Xing Xing have gone home.
Classic Children's Prose Poems 1 1 "Looking forward to the New Year in Xiaohua Mall"
Kitten,
Really greedy.
Looking forward to the Spring Festival every day.
You can eat delicious food during the Spring Festival.
Wear new clothes during the Spring Festival.
I hope, I don't want,
Cats come and go, and I'm worried to death.
Suddenly one day, I had a wonderful method.
It's all because of the calendar that it slowly turns over.
Since then, I have to turn a few pages every day.
The complete works have just been turned over for a summer.
The flowers are red and the grass is green.
Can't celebrate the New Year yet.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 12 "Catch the Moon"
I made a net to catch the moon,
I am going hunting tonight.
I'm going to fly and throw it into the sky,
We must trap the huge moon.
The next day, if there is no moon in the sky,
You can think like this:
I've caught my prey,
Put it in the net to catch the moon.
In case the moon is still on,
Look at your head, you will see clearly.
I swing freely in the sky,
The prey in the net is a star.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 13 "Almost"
He usually has a spoken language:
"Almost, it doesn't matter ..."
He likes eating leftovers.
Grandma said he likes to ignore:
"Almost,
It doesn't matter ... "
He is often late for school,
Always chasing the teacher into the classroom;
"Almost,
It doesn't matter ... "
Go to the garden, gather, take a bus,
He didn't get there until the car started;
"Almost,
It doesn't matter ... "
Ah, he grew up in the blink of an eye,
Finally became an engineer.
He came to the automatic restaurant,
I wanted to eat "rabbit meat", but it was written as "no meat"
As a result, the robot brought rice,
Tell him to eat vegetarian food;
Almost, never mind!
He came to the construction site with drawings,
Write 1.5m as 15m,
Hey! As a result, the window next to the stair-door,
From the first floor to the sixth floor;
Almost, never mind!
He flew to a planet to investigate,
You should leave there by spaceship on time.
As a result, he was still late,
The spaceship left him there alone. ...
Almost, never mind!
Maybe this story is not accurate enough,
Ah, I hope it's not true.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 14 Armored Knight
I am an armored knight.
I fastened my armor tightly.
Then I looked around.
I like to help comrades at the front.
I like to go to the devil's lair to rescue my comrades.
This requires a fierce struggle with the devil.
Sometimes the battle has just begun.
I'm afraid maybe the devil will win. ...
However, I think I must not fail.
After all, they are demons, and I am an armored knight.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 15 "Wish"
Life is neither short nor short.
Live a good life without regrets
Unwilling to live.
May you have a sincere heart.
Thank your parents deeply.
Smile at the world
May you be what you want to be.
The truth is with you.
Lucky to be with you.
May you walk on top of the world.
Speak for life
Cheer for yourself.
May your life have no regrets.
May you become a better yourself.
Classic Children's Prose Poetry 16 "The New Year is Coming"
A new year has come, a new year has come, put on new clothes and hats, and the children laughed;
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, paste couplets, set off firecrackers, tickle and get a fright;
Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year, jiaozi, steamed rice cakes, family reunion;
When the new year comes, I will pay a New Year call to my grandma, and grandma will give me a red envelope.
The new year is coming, the new year is coming, and everyone says happy new year.
Congratulations to each other on the New Year, the New Year, lion dancing and walking on stilts. The temple fair is so lively.
The new year is coming, the new year is coming, the new year should have a new atmosphere, and work and study should be better; Better life!