A model of children's love prose poetry: Hand in Hand
Foreword: Dad's big hand is always warm. When he was a child, it would lead you forward and make you feel safe and happy.
Hold your hand,
Walking slowly in the Woods,
Slightly withered leaves,
Trembling from being trampled.
Gently walk to the end of the forest.
There are more fallen leaves there,
The road is soft and the quilt is thick.
Early autumn morning,
My hands are a little cold.
But your big hand,
Give me enough tenderness.
I will grow up slowly,
One day,
You should walk independently, too.
But holding hands,
The feeling of stepping on the leaves,
Let my heart,
There will always be some,
Trembling slightly.
Patterns of Children's Prose and Poetry on Love II: The Road of Children
Tagore
If the child wants to do this, he can fly to it at once.
It is not without reason that he did not leave us;
His only wish is to learn from his mother's mouth, which is why he looks so confused.
The baby has piles of gold, silver and pearls, but he came into this world like a beggar.
He wants to dress like this, not without reason:
He wanted the treasure his mother loved, so the cute little beggar had to pretend to be completely helpless.
Mother's rich treasure of love.
The child is unconstrained in the thin crescent moon.
He gave up, not without reason;
He knows that there is an endless place to play in the corner of his mother's heart, and it is much sweeter to caress her in her dear arms.
Babies never know how to cry. He lives in a city full of happiness.
He chose to cry, not without reason:
Although the smile on his lovely face attracted his mother's longing heart to him, he cried a few times in a small hardship and knitted a double knot of love and pity.
Model 3 of children's prose poems about love: "Mom! Who is the boy who walked past us like a prince and looked back at us at the corner? Why did he look back at us? From that distant glance, I vaguely felt something coming like a wave. Mom, what the hell are those things? Let me feel uneasy. "
"Son, your mother should bless you. That is love, a sacred thing. You are a girl, you have the right to love and be loved. "
"But, mom. I don't understand. Don't you love me? Have you never given me love? You give me love, what's the use of those things? "
"Silly child, what mother gives you is always the love of the sky for birds. And that kind of love is the love of waves and rocks! Mom can never replace it, and it will never be enough for you. "