Children are flowers. Under the inspiration of spring, they will stretch their fresh and beautiful limbs happily and lively. The prose and poems they wrote are as beautiful as flowers. Below are the beautiful children's prose poems I brought to you for your enjoyment.
Beautiful children's prose poem: "When I was a child"
When I was a child
I didn't know how to read,
My mother was the library.
Am I reading my mother?
One day,
The world is peaceful:
People can fly?
< p> Wheat comes out of the snow?Money is useless?
Gold is used to make bricks for houses,
Banknotes are used to paste paper harriers,
Silver coins are used to create water patterns?
I want to be a wandering boy,
With a gold-plated apple,
A silver-haired candle
And a flamingo flying from Egypt,
Traveling to the fairy tale kingdom,
Going to propose to the princess of Candy City?
But, mother said:
?You have to work now. ? Beautiful children's prose poem: "Snail"
I walk with my little house on my back,
I climb trees with my little house on my back,
Slowly, slowly,
Not in a hurry or in a panic
I travel with my little house on my back,
Visiting everywhere,
Visit the sun that kisses flowers and grass
I want to ask him:
Why doesn’t he come and take a photo?
We Such a wet and dirty ghost place? Beautiful children's prose poem: "In front of the window"
My two little raindrops,
Waiting on the glass.
I am waiting to see them,
Which race will win the championship.
Two raindrops have two names,
One is called John and the other is named James.
James made the first move,
In my heart I hoped it would lose.
Why is John still waiting?
In my heart, I hope it wins.
James ran slowly,
John seemed to be blocking him.
John finally started running,
James' pace quickened again.
John rushed down the window and slipped away,
James' speed was slowing down again.
James hit a bit of dust,
John chased after him.
Can John catch up?
(James can block the road with ashes.)
John overtakes it in one go.
(James and the fly are croaking.)
John is here, first place!
Look, the sun is shining brightly on the window! Beautiful children's prose poem : "Jump"
A robin went away,
Jumped, jumped,
Jumped, jumped, jumped.
No matter what, I have to tell it:
Don’t jump like that when you walk. It
says it can't stop jumping,
and if it stops jumping,
it can't go anywhere.
Lovely robin,
Then it can’t go anywhere?
That’s why it walks
Always Jump, jump, jump,
Jump, jump,
Jump,
Jump.