Appreciation of Prose Poems with Childhood Memories Part I: Childhood, the Century of Fantasy Author: Shui Shu Xue Lian
Small schoolbag
Carry too much
Without the nagging of adults
Have we grown up?
green grass
give a smile
Without the laughter of the past
Are we happy?
childhood
You can't go back.
I really want to have a dream.
That happy season
Childhood fantasy century
go back to the past
Dream again
Under?the?sun
Libres de Courir
Let sweat
with great ease and verve
gentle breeze
the sun is shining brightly
Finger curl
childhood
An insurmountable boundary
Plug in a pair of wings
Fly freely
Childhood fantasy century
Dreamlike flowers bloom and fall.
Can't go back to the season.
childhood
We will cherish you forever.
Appreciation of Prose Poems about Childhood Memory Part II: Childhood memory is knowing and singing again.
The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Dip your feet in the cool stream.
Fantasize about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea.
Days like that always pass quickly.
Often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up
Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
Drive the bright moon into a dream
Appreciation of prose poems about childhood memories Part III: Recalling childhood and childhood romance,
Cicada poem outside the window.
Chasing butterflies on the way to school,
Think about dragonflies.
Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,
Fishing in the stream is also late.
Childlike heart still exists,
Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?
Appreciation of Prose Poems of Childhood Memories (IV): Window of Childhood Author: Muzzle
I read it again and again.
Seems to want to read something from it.
Some children have long boats in their footprints.
In the wind chimes of small flowers
Grandma left a cattail leaf fan on a summer night.
In the waves of childhood, goldfish
Bright iris
I read it again and again.
Seems to want to read something from it.
In children's dictionaries, the color of the sky
Happy password
Little frog, curved moon.
There are colorful flowers and woven fairy tales.
Seven dwarfs who will never grow up.
Why is snowflake's little skirt
No color?
Window of childhood
It is the home of dragonflies and the nest of swallows.
This is a field where a shepherd boy is drunk.
And the water drops in the flute hole
Deep love for my hometown
Window of childhood
Like a tree, in an instant.
Yidi sunshine
Pearls are in one place.
Window of childhood
This is a book and this is a phonograph.
This is a crossroads, after a spring rain.
Fields, dewy eyes
As big as a walnut.
Window of childhood