A prose poem about childhood life?

Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, toys, laughter, and happiness. The content I bring to you below, I hope it will be useful to you.

Chapter 1: Childhood Dream

Author: Fanshui Jushi

In the dream, I am looking for

My lost childhood

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In the dream, I am looking for

My childhood dream -

South of the village, deep ruts

The muddy and difficult path< /p>

The sun looks at me

I look at the sun

My two faces are covered with muddy water

The childish face that smiles like a flower

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North of the village, crystal clear

In the puddle as bright as a mirror

The moon is playing beside me

I lie down On the moon

Floating quietly and looking up at the moon

The figure of the playful fool

Prayed a branch from the east neighbor's house

Wheat, yellow and apricot, no waiting Wheat yellow

Has long been broken into pieces

The neighbor to the west stretched out a branch

Sour-stained jujube, with uneven circles of red

Has long been Run into my belly to celebrate

In the sound of cicadas, I am there

Carefree

Innocent play

Roadside fields Here, I have no fear

Nothing to fear

Naughty mischief

Ah - now

The puddle in the north of the village , has long been transformed into

a spacious and square swimming pool with dancing lotus leaves all around

swimming pool

The path in the south of the village has long been transformed into

Dense greenery, straight and flat sidewalks

Sidewalks

My children and I were in the swimming pool

Having a water fight

I and Folks are busy on the sidewalk

The apricots next door are yellow

Cicadas are called cicadas

The apricots next door are red

My baby is sleeping soundly in the cradle

Ah——

The lost childhood can not only be found in dreams

What’s the need for childhood dreams

I’m looking for it in my dreams——

Chapter 2: The Childhood of Dreams

Author: Yu Kexin

The green fruit tastes astringent,

The fragrance of wild flowers is faint,

The nostalgia is lingering.

It is an orchard containing childishness,

It is a cluster of flowers blooming with smiling faces,

It is a clear spring rippling with longing. .

And I often have dreams like this:

The blue sky is filled with leisurely clouds,

The leisurely clouds are filled with happiness.

The happy kite contains the innocent childlike innocence.

Occasionally, in the blue sky after a storm,

will appear

as soft as satin

as delicate as a flower. .

However, my childhood

has long been weathered by the ruthless years,

It can only hide in dreams——

My paradise.

Chapter 3: My Childhood

Author: Spicy Little Bu

My Childhood

It is a piece of paper that is not stained by dust.

Meandering like a small boat

Carried by the wind to the unknown ocean

My childhood

It was drifting with the wind in autumn The fallen leaves

Covered with sunset-colored clothes

Just quietly flowing

My childhood

There is no time The years

are dreams with vague memories

circles of blurred ribbons

a trance-like fairy tale

I I only wish

Weave your wishes into the wings of love

Sewing them with full expectations

While dancing gracefully

Instructions to forget< /p>

Don’t sleep far away

Pocket storage

All the madness

Chapter 4: Childhood in a basket

Author: Ling Ting

If I hadn’t come

I wouldn’t have found a small mountain col here

Green grass

The child danced in the grass

He carried the entire burden

It was a golden fruit

Produced in that small mountain col

Shanzi was born in this small mountain col

A basket is a childhood

The fruits are carried down the mountain and sold

Never come back

< p>The God was angry

The hill collapsed

The basket was damaged by stones

The shoulder pole lay under the body of the fruit

Without the basket

Childhood is gone