Classic children s prose poems

1, "Wind".Feng'er smiled.

Swing in the trees.

Race on the prairie.

Play a game of darts with leaves in the yard.

2, "Daddy's Snoring".It's like a little train on the mountain, it reminds me of the beautiful forest.

Dad's snoring, always intermittent, made me worry that the train would derail.

Hey? Dad's snoring has stopped, is it the train that has arrived?

3, "Dad".Daddy is happy when he is happy.

Speak very loudly.

The ceilings will shake.

When Dad was sad.

Dumbfounded.

It's like a wooden man.

When Dad is angry.

It's like a volcanic eruption.

Who touched. Whoever is unlucky.

4, "Actually, I'm ......》Actually, I am a cloud, and when I am in the sky, floating freely, I want to tell you this.

Actually, I'm a butterfly, and when I'm flying on the tips of a flower, I see a lot of insects, and I want to tell you that.

Actually, I am a yellow leaf, and I want to tell you this when I fall from the trees and dye the earth golden.

5, "The Net of Catching the Moon".I made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going out hunting tonight.

I'm going to run and throw it into the sky, and I'm going to catch the huge moon.

The next day, if the moon is gone, you can think of it this way

I have caught my prey and put it in the net of the moon.

If the moon is still shining, look down and you'll see that I'm swinging in the sky, and the prey in the net is a star.

Children's Prose Poems (1): My Kite

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

Children's Prose Poems (2):

Children's prose poem "Boat".

In winter, a small boat is parked by the river.

The river froze and froze the boats. It snowed, and the boat slept under a thick quilt, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

The ice gradually thinned, and the bottom of the boat was fluttered by the tail of the big fish, which told the boat: spring is coming.

The snow melted, the ice shattered, and the boat stretched. A little red boy jumped on the boat, and with a slight touch of the penny, the boat floated up in the green water.

Oh, it's going to ship seeds. Spring is the season of sowing!

Children's Prose Poems (3):

When I learned to write about the little sheep, all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything that my eyes saw, was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the pen and put the river in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing the meadow, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could wave them all into the net.

If I write about my dad, I'll want to sing and sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best at everything.