Short Prose Poems in Summer 1 Summer
Pure white printed cotton t
Fashion denim shorts lined with army green.
Beyond all worldly nature and freshness.
This ancient and simple tone
This is my favorite dress in summer.
Ride a bike
Drive on the boulevard.
I'm a little blinded by the sun.
be lost in thought
I am immersed in this sunny season.
Looking for it?
Then it reminded me of that shocking memory.
Past moments
Whether on the way here.
Or on the way there.
There will be a familiar figure and I met unexpectedly.
The dazzling sunshine is projected on the healthy figure of young people.
Fine sweat dripped from both sides of handsome cheeks to his neck.
Wet the whole abnormal plaid shirt.
He is sweating like rain.
Run on the concrete road
The flowing transparent liquid evaporates in the air under high temperature baking.
Looking at the empty streets at this time.
I'm a little lonely
I used to like what I could expect in this situation.
It turned out to be a commemoration of passing away again and again.
Times have changed.
But I can't find the sweetness in my heart at that time.
Turn the front of the car
Lost, I silently said to the air floating gently around me
see you again
The brightest summer in my heart that year.
Short Prose Poems in Summer 2 Summer
Early morning after rain
The rhythm of passion growth sounded in the fields.
Look, pregnant seedlings.
In my world.
Singing happily to welcome autumn.
Listen, how exciting the singing is.
Autumn hasn't arrived yet, but I see the harvest coming.
A barn that hasn't been boxed yet.
How to clean it up?
Why haven't the warehouse tools bitten by rats been repaired yet?
Take the farm tools to harvest grain and go to the fields.
Why haven't you seen enough of the growth of seedlings?
Summer is coming to an end.
The smell of grain is intoxicating.
Wo Zi is sleeping soundly in her mother's arms.
Wan Qian and Miao's daughter sleep in a charming position.
The arrival of bees didn't wake them either.
Recall the hard work and see the harvest.
Sprinkle sweat in spring and summer
In exchange for immediate happiness
Take pictures of beautiful fields at will.
For reference in the coming year.
Just like taking notes for this year.
Finish slowly
Put it in your heart.
Read and think in your spare time.
In the next year,
Create a better picture than this year.
Summer short prose poem 3 Xia Feng
early morning
open the window
Xia Feng is refreshing.
Blow up the vitality of summer.
Dress up in summer
The heat wave is rolling
Burning Sun
Shining mercilessly on the earth
All kinds of flowers and trees dance with Yang.
Busy people are still working in the hot sun.
Summer is a romantic season.
The mountains and rivers in summer opened their minds.
You walk into nature.
Feel the nature
Enjoy nature
In the four seasons
Everything in nature brings only harmony.
Encourage the growth and vitality of life.
Color wraps the whole world.
Color, with all the lofty sentiments.
Green in summer
Connect all dreams
Are painted with the notes of life.
Infinite "thoughts"
Full of bright passwords
I look up at the 37-degree sky.
Clouds blown by Xia Feng.
Still flowing
So pure
So light
My 365-day reward is sweet and sour.
Only the feeling of summer.
So sweet
So soft
Summer Prose Poetry 4 Summer is scorching.
The wind is still.
With xia yang's baking.
Hold your breath, deadpan.
Stick it on open spaces and buildings and spread it.
Heat and bitterness that make people feel depressed and irritable.
Entering the house through the door is like
Stealing coolness like a thief.
Ignore the air conditioning fans, those
Resistance and ridicule to refrigeration appliances
Shallow eyes looked at the coming rain and went their own way to warm up.
Moved by self-reliance and aloof.
I don't know what a recognized group means, I don't know.
There's nothing you can do when it rains, and it will eventually fall.
Get rid of the fate of high temperature
Rain, eyeing up
Lie prone in the clouds.
Open your own rain wings, lightning and thunder.
Put on a downpour.
The violent movement of hot air sweeping the world.
With the help of the thickness of clouds, the situation has improved.
It's like blocking the sun and inflammation under the cover of Skynet.
No matter how fierce it is, it is hot in summer.
Firm and fiery, breakthrough
It's hot and cloudy, so start reconnaissance first.
Catch the wind and catch the shadow, cheer and stretch violently.
Clap your hands and explode on the ground.
Doing business is cool, nourishing everything to be hot and wilting.
Embrace the hardships of the whole world
However, if you dare, it will drown the world.
Will be the culprit.
Who will judge the strength of summer wind and rain?
Then there is only the experience of self-satisfaction
Short Prose Poems in Summer 5 Quiet Summer
It's still quiet in summer
Cicada still stays in bed.
A butterfly misses his bride.
Every cluster of missing waves
Will be covered by a fallen leaf
Fall, fall, fall
The color of missing
It's too yellow
Fall, fall, fall
Whose thoughts are recorded in the veins?
As long as the wind can read it.
There are thoughts on every leaf
It's a tireless butterfly.
Fly, fly, fly.
The track of missing
Left process
Youchong
Fly, fly, fly.
This flying butterfly is thinking about his bride.
Every kiss that is too late to send.
Stay on the branch and become a blooming flower.
Fat sunshine beats the wings of love.
Gently, gently
Fall on every leaf and petal
Since then, every missed drop of rain and dew
It is no longer cold.
All the flowers that yearn for happiness
Stick to the test of summer
Grow, grow, grow.
The fragrance of missing
pleasant to smell
Summer is quiet again.
Some cicadas are still sleeping.
Lost a pair of butterflies
Enough to burn green, south wind and yellow.
That red sunset.
Experienced a ups and downs of the season.
After counting every fallen leaf
Finally, autumn has arrived.
Autumn is also very quiet.
Cicada still stays in bed.
Short Prose Poems in Summer 6 Loneliness
It is very hot in summer.
There will be a cool breeze from time to time.
Blow over my head
I walk on a summer night.
Pick me up while walking.
Wandering mood
The shimmer of a street lamp
Through the dark corner
Through my loneliness
I picked up the lonely shadow.
Put it in the breeze.
The breeze will not move.
My lonely shadow
miss
Miss walking alone in the wind
But how can you not be in your sky?
I'm afraid to meet occasionally.
I'm looking forward to a drizzle.
Get wet in your sky
So is it possible
The sky after rain
Set a line for missing persons.
Colorful rainbow
This summer
This summer
I sleep more than I wake up.
I don't know where I am when I wake up
Catch a dream that stirs up floating dust.
Throw it in the air.
Little by little, the rain is flying.
Shoot down the world
This summer
Fell all over the floor
Missing, I don't know where to go.
I don't know the geese in the distance.
Do you remember?
Or take over a case or two.
When spring blooms.
Clean up the messy mood
Can you feel it?
My idea was shelved.
One or two cases
Summer short prose poem 7 "I was broken that summer"
I went bankrupt that summer,
That gloomy, dark summer
Whispering in my ear,
There are clouds of black ants rolling in front of my eyes.
Time is like a harvester,
Harvest bright and smart eyes,
Leaving only a yellow dry well,
Whenever night comes,
There were cries of despair from time to time in the dry well.
2920 bloody nights,
There are broken tiles all over the floor.
Night after night, mud and plasma splashed,
A shadow, pieced together, pieced together. ......
I went bankrupt that summer,
That summer,
Broken all over the floor.
Short Prose Poems in Summer Lily
Oh! Wake up! Lonely fairy,
Forever charming you, my lily;
The time when sadness and troubles linger,
Disappeared like running water and never came back.
Look, the light at dawn reflects
Beautiful and bright petals, and the morning glow
Drive away the nightmare of coveting you in the dark-
Those are jealous and mean elves.
Then, the morning breeze blows gently,
The morning dew poured all its passion into you,
Wrap you in selfless nutrition,
Until you raise your arrogant head again.
The long dream is that I am with you,
Just to meet the bright sunshine with you!
Short Prose Poems in Summer 9 Quiet
It's still quiet in summer
Cicada still stays in bed.
A butterfly misses his bride.
Every cluster of missing waves
Will be covered by a fallen leaf
Fall, fall, fall
The color of missing
It's too yellow
Fall, fall, fall
Whose thoughts are recorded in the veins?
As long as the wind can read it.
There are thoughts on every leaf
It's a tireless butterfly.
Fly, fly, fly.
The track of missing
Left process
Youchong
Fly, fly, fly.
This flying butterfly is thinking about his bride.
Every kiss that is too late to send.
Stay on the branch and become a blooming flower.
Fat sunshine beats the wings of love.
Gently, gently
Fall on every leaf and petal
Since then, every missed drop of rain and dew
It is no longer cold.
All the flowers that yearn for happiness
Stick to the test of summer
Grow, grow, grow.
The fragrance of missing
pleasant to smell
Summer is quiet again.
Some cicadas are still sleeping.
Lost a pair of butterflies
Enough to burn green, south wind and yellow.
That red sunset.
Experienced a ups and downs of the season.
After counting every fallen leaf
Finally, autumn has arrived.
Autumn is also very quiet.
Cicada still stays in bed.
Short Prose Poems in Summer 10 Storm
Like rain
Let go of your sadness.
wind
Gone with the wind my expectations
Why were you by the swimming pool this summer?
I can't see your beautiful image.
Is it ... or not
Flying dragonfly
With your lost dreams
I'm still watching.
The thoughts you left me.
This is a butterfly flying alone in a dream.
Wandering on the pillow
If the water in the West Lake in spring
Failed to live up to the fish's tears
I won't miss it.
The light of clear waves.
This is not a love affair.
If the maple leaf acacia is in autumn
Into the embrace of the earth
I can't miss it
The companion of falling red and returning to dust
This is not a love affair.
I really don't want snow in winter.
Cover up your loneliness
Just because you are the only person in my life.
Lotus flowers blooming all year round.
I'm afraid you will take your sadness with you.
Bloom on the wounds I miss.
In this summer of parting
My true feelings are doomed to failure.
Your heart is going to travel.
I still can't bear to wave.
Handsome appearance can't be waved away.
If you can understand my insistence.
In these four seasons,
It won't hurt anyone again.
Short prose poems in summer 1 1 wind
The wind is still.
With xia yang's baking.
Hold your breath, deadpan.
Stick it on open spaces and buildings and spread it.
Heat and bitterness that make people feel depressed and irritable.
Entering the house through the door is like
Stealing coolness like a thief.
Ignore the air conditioning fans, those
Resistance and ridicule to refrigeration appliances
Shallow eyes looked at the coming rain and went their own way to warm up.
Moved by self-reliance and aloof.
I don't know what a recognized group means, I don't know.
There's nothing you can do when it rains, and it will eventually fall.
Get rid of the fate of high temperature
Rain, eyeing up
Lie prone in the clouds.
Open your own rain wings, lightning and thunder.
Put on a downpour.
The violent movement of hot air sweeping the world.
With the help of the thickness of clouds, the situation has improved.
It's like blocking the sun and inflammation under the cover of Skynet.
No matter how fierce it is, it is hot in summer.
Firm and fiery, breakthrough
It's hot and cloudy, so start reconnaissance first.
Catch the wind and catch the shadow, cheer and stretch violently.
Clap your hands and explode on the ground.
Doing business is cool, nourishing everything to be hot and wilting.
Embrace the hardships of the whole world
However, if you dare, it will drown the world.
Will be the culprit.
Who will judge the strength of summer wind and rain?
Then there is only the experience of self-satisfaction