Appreciation of prose poems about the morning light?

Dawn, the touch of the morning sun, is the fragrance of flowers in the rain and dew, and is the dream of that season in youth. The following is a prose poem about the morning light that I brought to you for appreciation.

: Chenxi

Bright blue sky

Hazy, plain and cloudless in Wan Li.

The river lying quietly remembers.

Last night's dream

The breeze blew through the willows.

Awaken the intoxicated river

She stretched herself.

A fluttering skirt? Microwave floating

The crimson sun

I saw her.

And sticking out his round cheeks.

On the river

Shining a bowl of purple and gold.

This is the morning light beating.

: Chenxi

The first touch of gold powder facing the morning sun

All over the other corner of dawn

Brilliant morning light

Shine into everyone's heart

Accept sweet rain and dew.

Moisten clusters of flowers to be bloomed.

Crystal dew

Flowing in everyone's heart

Wake up the sleeping elves.

Breathing the fresh breath of the sun

Gorgeous dream

The throb in everyone's heart

: Chenxi

When the breeze still smells of vanilla

It can't wait to emerge from the sea.

Sprinkle a handful of broken gold

Let seagulls linger

When the stars don't want to put away the silver light

It bid farewell to the stars with golden waves.

Erase the darkness

Let the sun welcome the new blue sky.

perhaps

It will sneak into your dreams.

Wake you up gently

Do you know

It reminds you to look at the east.

The most beautiful morning light

know nothing at all

Golden splendor

Will it flow in?

Your eyes

Your heart

Leave a good memory.