Early Morning Prose Essay 1 In the early morning, I was walking by the river in the small county town. The oncoming breeze was a bit cold, and the weak sunlight slowly began to shine. Listening to the sound of the river flowing, I looked sideways and saw that the same was true for the small county town.

Beautiful, small buildings of varying heights appear to be arranged in a chaotic and orderly manner, but a few tall buildings make it even more special.

When I turned around and continued walking, I realized that the flat Heti trail had reached the end, and what I saw was an endless uneven stone dirt road.

I stopped walking forward, turned around and walked back out of habit.

Suddenly, I realized that my life was also like this. I could only move forward by following the footsteps of others. I never dared to take a step of my own. As I thought about it, the ice on my back was biting and my heart felt numb.

It's like someone took it out and put it into the cold river. I lost consciousness and became numb, and drifted away with the current, as if it was not my own.

It's gone, but I'm still going on. Maybe, this is my life, a failed life.

"Woof" a puppy barked, pulling me back from the space of thoughts. My body seemed to have consciousness, and my heart seemed to have returned to my body. Looking at the fewer and fewer morning exercisers, I

He couldn't help but smile.

I smell the clear air, follow in the footsteps of others, and walk on the accustomed road. I will still be alive and still welcome the sun of tomorrow.

Early morning prose essay 2 In the early morning, the earth has just been washed by the rain. Everything is so fresh, like a girl who has just emerged from the bath, just like the shy water lily that has just emerged.

The morning is beautiful. After the heavy rain at night, I think: the earth will eventually be fresh.

Early morning is lazy, but at the same time, it is also positive.

In the early morning, here, it is a little different from outside.

Here, the wake-up call is not a rooster's crow, but a shrill whistle.

This sound was like a heavy hammer, shattering our dreams.

We stretch its body like a flower, unfold its petals, and accept the baptism of the morning sun.

After getting dressed and before our eyes were fully opened, we were already standing on the starting line today, waiting for the order to move forward at full speed.

In the early morning, it’s time to burst out with the sound of reading.

Recently, a new round of English CET-4 and CET-6 exams will begin again.

well!

If you can't get beyond CET-4 in English, you won't be given a degree certificate. The school is really cruel.

Those students with a weaker foundation may have to struggle to the front line again.

These days, they work overtime at night, and their brains are filled with the twenty-six English letters all day long.

Yes, they are struggling.

Maybe, this is the last time they take the CET-4 test, maybe, they have a few more times.

No matter what, they are always struggling.

If the ending is not ideal, that doesn't matter.

After all, there are no traces of birds in the sky, but the birds have flown.

Morning is also a morning of struggle, it is upward.

When we opened our hazy eyes and went downstairs with a broom, a ray of sunlight came in, just in time to make direct contact with our eyes.

At this time, I saw the beauty of life.

This ray of sunshine coming from the east is so warm, like the warm hands of a mother, brushing away the pain in our hearts and caressing our tired hearts.

This, as said in the fairy tale, a pair of magical hands uses its own warmth to point the way to those who are distressed and confused, and also pulls those who have gone astray back and find themselves again.

In front of me, there is such a ray of sunshine, warm and full of vitality.

Although we were sweeping the floor with a broom, our hearts were filled with complaints: Why are we sweeping the floor so early?

This one is a time to read.

Why not leave this place as it is, in its most basic natural state?

However, due to the orders from the top, as soldiers, we must carry out the orders.

Therefore, we can change our impetuous heart and make it like the morning after the rain, fresh, beautiful and full of nature.

Looking at the pomegranate tree with red flowers and smelling the faint fragrance that stretches out, can't we be immersed in it and forget everything?

Also, the dense sycamores, the lush camphors, and the metasequoias reaching into the sky. When we look at such a strong life, how can we not be awe-inspiring!

In nature, all life is moving forward positively. As an outstanding individual, what qualifications do you have to sink!

Among them, the one that everyone talks about the most is the birdsong in the early morning.

I don’t know who this bird is. It’s so early in the morning that I’m not too tired.

Standing at the end of a metasequoia tree, singing heartily.

Just like a selfless singer, no matter what others say, as long as you have that beauty and self-indulgence in your heart, everything outside is not so important.

Although, we all felt that the singing was very unpleasant, a desolate and desolate sound.

In the early morning, it starts with the sunshine coming from the east, but it also ends with us holding our schoolbags and marching in an orderly manner.

Yes, it was a sunny morning and everything was fresh after the rain.

Morning Prose Essay 3 At 5:30 in the morning, I suddenly woke up from my dream. I felt sleepy and had to get dressed and get up.