Appreciation of Prose Poems with Childhood Memories

Childhood is the most precious wealth in life, and childhood games are even more rare treasures. Whether poor or rich, childhood will become the most attractive magnetic field in life day after day. Next, I will bring you an appreciation of prose poems about childhood memories, hoping to be useful to you.

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