Children's Prose Poems Describing Summer (1) That summer,
Distant and nostalgic,
Unforgettable,
Squeaking cicada,
Filled with forests,
There is a shady place in the forest.
That summer,
You belong to a visitor from the south,
I was born and raised in the country,
Young you and me,
Before these steps are encountered,
Smile at each other.
That summer,
The rain in summer is surprisingly scarce,
A kind of missing,
But on many special days,
Day and night come,
Come and not go.
That summer,
Memories do not fade,
Stories don't go out of date,
That summer,
Time will remember,
One person once fell in love with another.
Children's Prose Poems Describing Summer (2) I haven't had time to learn my dream of spring,
Pull out high-spirited thoughts,
Spring rain drips from peach blossoms,
As soon as I turned around,
It flows into summer.
Summer breeze,
Scattered in the fields layer by layer,
Indulge in the willows by the pool.
Cicada sings the elegy of spring,
Fly out of the willow tree,
Flowing in the lonely dusk.
The moon sits at the bottom of the mirror-like pool.
Quietly thinking about the worries of the Millennium.
A noisy fish,
Suddenly jumped out of the water,
I want to have a romantic close contact with the moon.
An angry meteor,
Screaming and jumping into his eyes,
Splash ripples,
Starts up a frog.
Fireflies wake up from a deep winter dream,
Polishing your wings repeatedly,
Get rid of painful memories,
Jump off the dew-covered grass.
As a result, there are many snowflakes.
Floating in the boundless night.
I don't know, fireflies,
I want to turn myself into an eternal star,
Or light the rising dawn.
Maybe he was hurt too much by winter,
I can't get rid of my attachment to spring.
Where the peach blossoms fall,
I will explore the traces of spring again.
But I followed the butterfly by mistake,
Surrounded by thick ears of wheat,
I looked for it a thousand times.
In fact, no matter how warm spring is,
Just paving the way for summer.
Birds sing and sing,
Will bring a ray of spring,
Buried in the blooming lotus.
A flash of lightning,
Light up the golden autumn.
Describing Children's Prose Poems in Summer (3) Squatting by yourself
By a clear and bright stream
see
massive
massive
notes
swim
swim
You are dancing with aquatic plants.
You play with fish.
sometimes
Those little notes
Jump off a high cliff
sometimes
Those little notes
Hidden in a dark green pool.
No matter where they run.
They are growing.
Grow up
They have grown up.
I'll see you off
Singing all summer.