Beautiful prose poem describing childhood 1: Memories of childhood by Shen Xin.
Everything is so mysterious.
Everything is full of magic.
The crescent moon floats in a boat.
The stars light up and go home to rest.
Grandma taught me nursery rhymes.
Menstruation led me to play guessing games.
Dad took me to weed and farm.
My mother cooks and makes clothes for me.
Children's partners are big and small.
I play cards and chess with my brother.
My sister and I went to pick vegetables and wash rice.
I led my brothers and sisters to build a station.
This street is our garden.
Fruits and vegetables are printed everywhere.
Alleys are full of stairs.
Behind the house is the warehouse.
All the toys, pots and pans, sand and stones.
All kinds of tools, knives, shovels, farm tools
Learning object movie hero
Play the role of dog, horse, sheep and pig.
All childishness begins here.
Everything is wonderful from here on.
Playing is a child's nature.
Even if you get old, it will always be sweet.
Beautiful prose poem describing childhood II: Colorful childhood Author: Chai Xin
Do you know what color childhood is?
What color was your childhood?
Do you know what it's like to be a child?
What was your childhood like?
The colors of childhood are colorful;
The colors of childhood are rich and colorful;
The color of childhood is wonderful;
The colors of childhood are colorful!
The feeling of childhood is that spring blossoms;
The feeling of childhood is gentle breeze and drizzle;
The feeling of childhood is clear and bright;
The feeling of childhood is inexhaustible!
Childhood is like a song without words,
Singing about our childhood?
Poetry 3: A Beautiful Prose Describing Childhood: Childhood Travel
And the two poles of space
A noisy city
Reflects the memory of childhood.
The source of memory
Rushed into my heart in an instant
Childhood images
Presented in front of you like a slide show.
Childhood in front of us
Between blue bricks and green tiles
He looked at the sky with her.
Look at the clouds in the distance.
Childhood in front of us
In the winding alley
He was barefoot with her.
Running on the dirt road home
Childhood in front of us
In grandma's ballad.
Sing loudly
Always rippling in my heart.
Childhood in front of us
Oh, every dead night
On black and white movies in dreams
Somewhere deep down.
A beautiful essay on childhood Psalm 4: Happy childhood Childhood is a mountain.
I am a bird on the mountain.
Fly! Fly!
How happy I am.
Childhood is a river.
I am a fish in the river.
Swim and swim
How happy I am.
Childhood is a tree.
I am a leaf on the tree.
Yayayao
How happy I am.
Childhood is a dream.
I am a cloud in a dream.
Gone with the Wind