Prose suitable for children to recite 1 Lv Xue Xun
The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. This is the news of youth that is still looming, and it is the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into opaque crystals; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which whirled up and filled the space, making the space whirl up and flicker.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, this is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
Prose suitable for children to recite 2 I am the shore, I am the lamp.
The wind stopped, on this night, on this boundless sea. The wind abandoned us and left us surrounded by the sea and sadness in the fog.
My island is like a ship sailing between the sea and the sky. We stared at the sky and the sea. The setting of the stars raised a bonfire, and we were surprised to find a navigation mark. On the boundless sky and coast, many tearful eyes looked at us on the shore.
At this time, I have been silent and have no fear. In our distracted eyes, the ship was speeding. Although we don't know its direction, we are used to hearing the roar of the waves and the subversion of the wild waves, and always stick to the confidence and strength of time.
Let the heart kiss the waves for a long time, and then caress them face to face; Let the mast kiss the sea fog for a long time, and then sleep quietly in their dreams.
We sail in the way of philosophy and epic, in imagination and belief, in the boundless sea and eternal night. Any direction is our course, speed is our time, and distance is our other shore.
Some flowers lit up our vision, and we stood in the firelight with our eyes wide open. Our hearts wake up again and again, excited again and again, depressed again and again, sad again and again. How many times have we experienced the whole process of life, and its goal is until the human mind is complete and rich.
The whole sea is my heart and the whole sky is my soul. Our aura and talent are the bright lights in this boundless night and the boundless coast illuminated by these lights.
And our life is like a never-ending ship, sailing at the beginning and the end, just like this unchanging island, always in the sea.
Prose 3 suitable for children to recite: I am the seed of dandelion. Autumn is coming, we should fly to a distant place and find another home. My mother contacted her mother-in-law Qiu Feng, and in this way, we set off with mixed feelings.
After flying for a while, I looked at my mother. She stood tall, the leaves were floating in the wind and shining in the sun. I've never seen my mother like this. The seeds fly away bit by bit, like shiny hair falling off. Slowly, my mother left my sight.
"Son, mother-in-law will send you! It's up to you later. " When Qiu Feng's mother-in-law said this, she left with a bang. I drifted slowly and two little girls came. What are they going to do? I saw my brothers and sisters packed into a box one by one, and they were coming to arrest me. I tried my best to fly higher.
It's getting dark, but I haven't found a home yet. I can't. I am really tired. I am about to land in a bright silver place. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother said that I could only settle down on black land, so I flew out here again and looked for a foothold everywhere. "Hoo hoo", what's that noise? Ah! My body was out of control, and the wind blew me farther and farther ... After some tossing, I finally figured it out. At this time, it rained heavily on the horizon, and the raindrops ruthlessly knocked me to the ground. These unbelievable clouds! My mother gave you so many good things at a loss! It's still raining! At this time, I was exhausted, so quietly, with the dark clouds all over the sky, I entered a dream, dreaming that I was back with my mother. ...
"No, Mom, I must learn to be independent!" I dreamt about this and suddenly woke up. Now that Grandpa Sun is back on the horizon, I stepped up my efforts and flew to the nearest field. ...