Prose poems in early summer

The flower heart is broken, and Iraqis are no longer alone. I was the only one left. It was the early summer of the year. The following is my prose poem about early summer. Welcome to read!

Prose Poems in Early Summer 1 Early Summer

Such a season

Not only appreciate but also infatuate.

Open all the windows at this time.

Longing for wind and rain.

Floating together

Early summer, in the valley

Dense jungle

Live with singing birds.

Early summer, the waterfall at the top of the mountain opposite.

Fly down gracefully

Early summer comes from spring.

With youthful elegance

This beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere.

will

Flowing from the nib

early summer

The night rain made the petals fall to the ground.

The flowers and green grass in the garden became clear.

Fog and mist can smell the fragrance of the earth,

Still no one to replace the cool.

How did you know? How did you know?

The rain in Mao Mao is very good and endless.

The wind leaves traces and apricot flowers pile up.

When will it be sunny?

Only pieces of acacia are left,

But no one knows what this means.

early summer

Summer in memory

This is a colorful rainbow.

Summer in memory

It is a carefree childhood.

With time, old man

We walked together.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter after beginning of spring.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, autumn and winter come.

Cold, hot, cold, sweet, sour and bitter.

Along the way

Fall in love because of summer

Like the heat in summer.

I like euphemistic tunes in summer.

I prefer the truth of summer.

Sigh how time flies.

Praise my heart as always.

Time is getting old.

But nothing has changed.

Still the same you

It's me again

Or her?

Xia Chan squeaked.

A rumbling thunderstorm

Another summer has arrived.

hello

We meet again.

Early summer prose poem 2 that summer

It seems that separation is still far away.

Although the college entrance examination is around the corner,

But I still foolishly thought I would meet again,

That summer,

Listen to Vae's plain face,

Said he didn't want photos and wanted to give me photos.

Until now, memory has blurred your face.

That summer.

I hate rainy days in Suzhou.

Worked the night shift for a week.

Leave without saying goodbye.

That summer.

Back to the beginning of acquaintance.

Endure loneliness alone for a year.

Let it go. I finally understand.

Early Summer Prose Poetry 3 Once Summer

The past can't go with the wind.

Cherish your old smile.

A blooming season

All greens have a little red.

Ran Yan Qing Lian

Gently pull

A drunken dream on a midsummer night

Sixteen rainy seasons

with buds to bloom

Who is close?

whisper

Quietly ask

Can you become a dragonfly in the afterlife?

pair off wing to wing

How much love ripples in the water

A picture written on a lotus leaf.

Is it ... or not

Also after a curved moon shadow.

Year after year, I will stay away from you.

Still floating in memory

Don't want to dream

Still looking forward to a dream

A faint smile on your pillow

Your face is vaguely in a dream.

It rained that night.

And a few scattered frogs.

that summer

On the frame bookmark

There are two or three ink marks.

A faint residual red

Early Summer Prose Poetry 4 Summer in Hometown

Cluster of clusters

Flaming azaleas.

Just lit

hometown

late spring

gradually

Wild lily in full bloom

It turned red.

hometown

torrid summer

A group of children

Run to the hillside

Grab the fruit

Sweat, wet through

Little red face

A few old people

Enjoy the cool under the big tree

From time to time

rock

With a cattail leaf fan in his hand

Elm on the tree

They all fell down.

Apricot with branches

Still very sour, very sour.

all round

Floating catkins

Like one flower after another

White snowflake

cluster

Golden bitter flower

It's full

Clear river

Under the scorching sun

I and the people in the village

Little friends

Always, hide

Cuntoude

Take a bath in the river.

no matter

What's mother's name?

we

Pretending not to hear ...

Early summer prose poem 5 "Summer"

It was a hot midsummer afternoon

The crops are a sea of green.

Deep in Houhai apple forest

The birds are taking a bath there.

Make some phone calls to calm down.

Where does cicada respond?

"Cicada, Cicada"

/

Standing on the bungalow of a residential building

Looking southeast at Zhaotong city

Many tower cranes are fueled by pulling out the seedlings.

Groups of high-rise buildings are long and long.

They seem to be overnight.

Come out of eighteen layers of hell

Go straight to the outside of the cloud nine

/

These urban forests

Crazy growth

Between the city and the countryside

The most difficult bank

Separate, different

Phoenix Mountain is surrounded by an island.

/

Stand on the top of the mountain and look around.

Blooming in the city center

March wantonly.

After occupying Zhaolubazi,

There must be something to chew.

A mountain like a spell.

And underground lignite

/

No one took off the sun

No one has reached heaven.

All the cities in the world

It is a mirage.

We will spend the rest of our lives

Crawl along the pilgrimage route

But I can't get near it.

/

Dark clouds raged in the sky.

Evil thunder rumbled.

Hail is like countless bullets.

Rush out of the misty border town

Black streets and alleys

Shuttle traffic

A hurried crowd.

/

The lowest floor of a high-rise building

Carved glass window

A cup of hot coffee.

Hot white smoke

A heart is also fascinated.

She can't understand the weather.

Why are you not sure?

/

It is rainy and sunny in summer.

A rainbow appeared on the horizon.

But few people find it.

What is this like on earth?

Thought the rainbow was just around the corner

We are in a storm.

Go further and further

Early summer prose poetry 6 charming summer

Summer is a fragrant "flower season".

The sunflower I planted slowly showed its petite petals.

The gardenia planted by my mother also smiled.

Everywhere is full of fragrance. ...

Summer is a cool "rainy season".

There are crystal dewdrops on the big trees by the roadside.

The flowers in the street also hold their heads high and drink dew.

It's fresh and cool everywhere ...

Summer is a sweet and sour "fruit season".

Sweet loquat,

Myrica rubra,

It makes my mouth water. ...

Summer is a season of "playing with water".

It's too hot,

Swimming in the swimming pool,

What a relief!

Summer is really a charming season!

We eat sweet and sour fruits,

Smelling the flowers,

Listening to the dripping rain,

Jump into the swimming pool and take a "cold bath".

Early Summer Prose Poetry 7 This summer

This summer

Is it ... or not

Still a transparent color.

So I can know what you are thinking.

This summer

The sky is always full of worries.

Turn green into melancholy

Shake into a string of tears.

Constantly get rid of worries.

This summer

The sun wandered around lazily.

Even cicadas hide from the public.

This summer

I haven't had time to show my beauty.

The electric fan is also anxiously waiting to sing.

This summer

Just fade away quickly.

Ye began to prepare.

I have started searching for autumn lyrics.

This summer

I might as well comb your mood.

The flowers receded in shame.

This summer

You're out of my head.

But it entered the rainy season.