Appreciation of writing prose poems about childhood?

Childhood is a melancholy poem, sincere but not bright, beautiful but not beautiful, and sometimes even ashamed to meet people, but it makes everyone linger. The following is my collection for your reference.

Chapter one: Expectation of childhood.

Author: Yao Changan

How much expectation,

How much I miss it,

Passion burns childhood.

Once you put on your little military uniform,

Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.

After several beatings,

After several tests,

Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.

The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,

Ideal is by no means sweet talk.

Some surprises,

Some revelry,

It's sunny after the storm.

The expectation of childhood has finally come true,

Days of our lives won't be far away.

Chapter two: childhood dreams

Author: countless amateurs

In my dream, I look for

My lost childhood

In my dream, I look for

My childhood dream—

South of the village, the rut is deep.

Muddy path

The sun is watching me.

I looked at the sun.

Both faces are covered with mud.

Smile at the childish face of a flower.

The north of the village is crystal clear.

In a puddle as bright as a mirror

There is a moon playing around me.

I'm lying on the moon

Stay still and look up at the moon.

Play with the image of delusion

I explored a branch next door.

Wheat apricot is not equal to wheat yellow.

Has long been broken down into parts.

A branch sticks out from its neighbor in the west.

Jujube with sour stone, unequal ring red

I've already run into my stomach to celebrate.

In the cicadas, there is me.

Feel relaxed

Naive game

There is me in the field by the roadside.

No fear, no death

The evil work of playing with skin

Ah-now.

The puddle in the north of the village has become

Wide square, dancing around the lotus leaf.

swimming pool

The path to the south of the village has become

Dark green shadow, straight

pavement

I am in the swimming pool with my children.

battle on the water

I was on the sidewalk with the villagers.

Shuttle back and forth

The apricot tree next door is yellow.

Cicada is cicada.

The jujube next door is red.

My baby is fast asleep in the cradle.

Ah-

Lost childhood, not only

You can only find it in your dreams.

Childhood dream, what do you need?

I looked for it in my dream-

Chapter III: Childhood

Author: Lin Jihua

childhood

Dreams carried by paper planes

Look to the future in every flight.

Get up bravely every time you slip.

childhood

A swinging swing at dusk

I learned to be brave in the ups and downs.

I learned to cooperate through laughter.

childhood

It's a big conch by the sea.

The echo in the small screw hole is

The purest smile of childhood.

Years passed with the river.

Xiangdongchong

Standing on the bridge of youth

Look up at the vast sky after the rain

I met the rainbow of my childhood.

Chapter four: June grafting childhood dreams.

Mountains are surrounded by green, and people are nourished by winding streams.

Grew up in the depths of the white clouds in Hanshan Stone Path.

How much I admire magic pens and horses.

And now my daughter's landscape flowers and birds.

Sitting in the public gallery of Heshi Normal University

Childhood dreams are like hibiscus out of water, following June.

Ripples day by day, layer by layer.

Baby, you are a part of your parents' elaborate work.

Boutique grafting mother's childhood dream.