A strong cold wind passed through the tops of the trees, and the forest that had slept all night immediately woke up from its sleep, and then started quarreling with each other. Below is a collection of prose poems about describing forests that I have collected for your reference.
Appreciation of prose poems describing the forest Chapter 1: Mushrooms in the forest
In the moist woods with dead leaves
Smiling mushrooms grow
Interpretation of summer Secrets in the woods
Mushrooms with dewdrops on their faces
Invariably, dead leaf quilts
Clinging to the mud of dead leaves, smiling at summer
Fresh and tender mushrooms
Writing poems in the woods
The woods that turn dead leaves into moist soil serve as a stage
Fresh and tender mushrooms
Becomes the scenery in the woods in summer
Contributes to people and becomes delicacies on the table
Fresh and tender mushrooms
Absorbs nutrients turned from dead leaves and the moisture of the summer climate
Attracting the laughter and running of the mountain people in the forest
I want to remember the season when mushrooms grow
Appreciate the colorful and gorgeous woods The painting of the scene
Compose the poem life on my dining table Appreciation of prose poems about describing the forest Chapter 2: To the forest
Under the moonlight, I am the butterfly of the forest
Dressed in a clear light
Look! The ivy covered with time
is beginning to turn purple
In the dark, blue and purple have been alternating for thousands of years
Is the forest very big?
Is the world small?
There is only a gap between you and me
A kiss. Appreciation of prose poems about the forest. Three: Forest and Lake
In the evening, you and I walked through the forest together
Through the ancient and distant memories of life
See the sunset Soft light and shadow fall from the lush leaves
Flowing in the dark air, or in our bodies
Seeing the blue lake stopping at our feet
< p> Reflecting the purple mist blown away by the evening breeze? The lake water is as clear and beautiful as our dreams
Or like our lives
Mysterious and fragrant and charming
Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful in the dusk
As if it would sink into the abyss of time with the setting sun
? And I seemed to see , our memory