Warm spring breeze is late love, while Shanshan brings drunkenness and infinite attachment in early spring. There are many leisurely figures in the square, the children's sparrow-like laughter reverberates in the sky for a long time, and the swaying western sun reflects the faces of the western hills.
In the square, adults dance aerobics to the beat of music, naughty children drag elaborate kites to fly their dreams, and birds in the sky fly leisurely, just like leisurely children.
In life, our parents fly kites and our children fly kites. In the eyes of parents, we will always be children and need to be cared for forever. Parents are holding strings and holding hearts to return them. Kites always fly in their sight, and we dare not untie them when we look at them. I am afraid that the kite will break and fly to a foreign land, out of sight and on the edge of love. After flying for a long time, parents always take back the string and check the integrity and damage of the kite without worrying. Take back the flying kite and the restless heart. Parents' selfless love is like a deep, thick and broad blue sky. No matter how stormy we are, a smile is always the most beautiful scenery left by our parents.
We let the children fly, but also firmly pull the kite string and let them fly naughtily. Although the line of hope is very long, kites will never fly very high, leisurely, without personality and enjoyment. Investigate its reason, care and communication are the key crux. We lost the care of our parents and couldn't let go. Holding a kite string in his hand, he is busy with other things and doesn't always care about children's emotional changes and ideas. Always face your children as adults, ask them and take care of them. Lack of opportunities for children to become friends with themselves, lack of zero-distance contact, zero-distance communication and zero-distance care. Never be a faithful listener of children, listen to their voices seriously, quietly and calmly. Separated by a long kite line, separated by two ends, and separated by strangeness, it did not produce beauty. Lonely kites are not lonely until they fly in the air. There is their happy paradise, their happy world.
Flying kites is very technical. Some people fly as soon as they let go, flying high and far, flying with personality. Some people fly kites, but they can't fly them, so they plant them when they hover. Some people fly kites, but they can't take off The more anxious I am, the less I can fly.
Kites are all the same in the world. Whether a kite flies well or not lies not in the kite itself, but in the person who flies it.
Just like our children, they are all smart and lovely.
Kite essay II. Humans can't fly in the sky without wings. From ancient times to the present, many people want to fly in the sky and realize their long-cherished wish. Without tools, we can't ascend to heaven, we can only travel in space with our thoughts and wishes and explore the secrets of space.
Man is a wise people. Through continuous exploration, creation, experiment and practice, our scientists can go to heaven. Spacecraft, airplanes, satellites, lunar rover, lunar rover and so on. We use wisdom and strength to explore the mysteries of space, complete scientific investigations and bring new cosmic information back to the motherland. We are proud, we are proud.
Birds, eagles and many birds can fly and soar freely in the sky. However, they have no thoughts and can only rely on instinct to fulfill their wishes.
In the spring of March, wheat seedlings turn green and cauliflower is golden. Everything on the earth revives, grass sprouts, and sunshine warms our hearts. When I was a child, in this season, I used my wisdom to make kites and my mother's wool and blue thread to make kites. I found the bamboo chips left by my father's bamboo utensils and made them into long strips and short strips. I opened the textbook and finished it step by step according to the method taught by the teacher. The children in the village watched me make kites, and they also learned to do them. After more than an hour of hard work, we made kites, including birds, eagles, dragonflies, planes, Chang 'e, monsters and so on. The wind is blowing, we are running by the river and kites are flying in mid-air. Make a wish for yourself. What will you do when you grow up? Be a scientist, make many planes and fly in the sky. There are fighters, transport planes, passenger planes, drones and so on. The children across the river are watching us. The kite flies high and cries loudly. Oh, oh, oh, it's too high. Come and fly a kite and cross the river. Let's play. We are glad to hear the news. Sometimes, the wind is so strong that our kite string is broken by the wind. We were so angry that we wanted to cry. We watched the kite get smaller and smaller at first, then smaller and smaller, and finally there was no shadow at all. We stopped crying and said to ourselves, make more kites on Sunday, so that we can have more dreams. Mom and dad watched us go home from the river and asked: Do your kites fly high? Son, we said, it was too high, the kite string was broken, and finally there was no shadow. We cried. Mom and dad said, why are you crying? Do it yourself, but you should know the direction of flying a kite and not compete with the strong wind. The power of nature is so powerful that everyone must be aware of it. We nodded straight. Later, when flying a kite, I ran in the direction of the wind, so that the kite string would not be broken.
When you have children, children want kites, and kites are everywhere. There are colorful kites of various shapes and sizes in shops and booths for you to choose from. I'm thinking that my childhood should be given to my own child, so that he can let go of his dreams. I was looking for the footprints of my childhood when the children were running around the river with kites. Are those laughter still on the beach, on the ancient embankment? Looking for it for a long time, I found that my childhood dreams can only drift with spring and spring breeze, and have long since disappeared.
In fact, everyone wants to be a scientist, an engineer and a designer. That's impossible. Because there are always such mistakes and disappointments. Time is a ruthless sword, with which many people's faces are cut off. We are old, we can't catch up with the lost footsteps, and we can't find the happiness we used to have.
But are children happy now? That's not necessarily true. Now the child's constitution is really poor, and it seems that there is overnutrition. There are many obese children, and their physical strength is much lower than before. Because of the good environment, they go out by car, and even someone helps them carry their schoolbags. How can such a little emperor and princess resist the wind and waves? How do you prove your dream?
Some schools have physical education class, but schools just don't. Some people are afraid that something will happen to their children. Now children are precious, not to be taunted, and can afford to hide. Some people say that it is better to sit and wait for death than to run and live. This environment is distressing. I don't know why, we had no food and clothes at that time, and we were in a good state of mind. Now that life is good, the child's physical strength has dropped? Is this the reason for the lack of physical exercise?
Every spring, Weifang, Shandong Province holds an international kite competition, and kites from all over the world gather together. That's the kite kingdom. Spring puts wings on kites and makes them soar in the blue sky. However, children can also fly kites in their hometown. Make a wish for yourself. If you can't fly, let the kite fly for you and let the kite fulfill your long-cherished wish. We fear kites, parents and let our dreams fly to the blue sky.
Let kites fly in spring, and let dreams fly higher and higher.
Kite essay 3 always feels like I'm flying and floating in the air.
I have seen some scenery and traveled for a while.
As if, I still dragged a long line up and down for a while in the evening after the rain in my childhood. I am not in the blue sky, I always collide on the ground: close contact with stones; Friction with the ground; I hit the wall again and again and broke my wings ... but I don't feel hurt, even if I am really black and blue. I always hear that little girl's happy laughter and see her red face in the running sunset. I am floating in my mind, not knowing whether I am the kite that is always injured or the happy little girl. However, I remember that time, a slightly cool spring rain.
I'm still floating
As if, I came to the girl's youth, she is still young, no, she is not young, but she still wants to play with me. High above, I saw the mighty, rushing, rolling and roaring impact of the Yellow River on the ground. Do I see warm sunshine, endless spring green, swaying in the wind, and waves? It's green waves, it's life on the face. I saw that at the far end of the light, on that pan-blue horizontal line, the setting sun, which had become cold, merged with the sky, followed by cold, clouds and light.
Thinking is changing. I am a kite. Am I a kite?
Why do I seem trapped in a body? I can open my eyes. I am busy running around. What am I doing? I don't want to be bound. I still want to fly. I still miss the scenery in the sky. Can I go back?
Really, gradually, I am confused again. Actually, I'm still the kite. That thread has never been broken, and it has been involved. What is forcing me to study? I don't know. There is always invisible thrust that makes me climb high, and some even force me to work hard. In fact, I am still the kite, the kite that will never break!
I fell asleep. Well, I always fell asleep. I seem to have slept during the day, but I still slept at night. I was dark and never woke up.
I will never fly again. I'm under the dark bed. A mouse happily crawled over my body and bit off my limbs and a moldy thread. The moisture on the ground gradually penetrated into my thin body, and I was almost at the end. I'm still floating, but my body is gone.
Looking at the change of light and shadow below, I found that
Uninterrupted clues have made my experience.
The broken thread buried the rest of my life.
In the afterlife, hope is still a kite held by a thread.
Kite 4 Ali's essay,
Do you remember?
That day,
The sun is going down,
Leave the sunset behind.
You are pulling the thread in the afterglow,
Stand on a hill and fly a kite.
I look at you,
Look at this kite.
We were silent,
Have nothing to say,
Don't talk.
The wind is blowing,
Kites fly higher,
Spin,
Stand up.
You stubbornly tighten the kite string.
Boom,
The kite flew away.
You chase kites,
Disappear at the end of the alley.
I said:
Go ahead,
Good luck.
Kite Essay 5 It's spring and March, and kites are flying all over the sky. Look up, miss, and pull the kite string in your hand. The kite flies high, and the threads are connected. It is safe to loosen it a little and tighten it a little. Much like a parent's sentence: you left, I am at leisure, who wants you to be a burden. Just mind your own business, don't worry. Talking on the phone is just to reassure children.
My thoughts are getting deeper and deeper. I hold the kite string tightly in my hand and convey a good wish through you: I wish the kite become an eagle, fight in the sky and comfort my family.
I once comforted others: when the children leave, they will go to school and do nothing else. Forget it. It is easy to convince others, but difficult to convince yourself. The baby is really gone. I can't sleep at night. I want to think about it. I feel much better. I can cry publicly. Husband pretends to be strong and hides in the toilet to cry. A man won't cry if he doesn't really care.
When I was a child, I told my husband: He is a kite, I am a kite-flying person, and children are strings. No matter how far it flies, it will pull the line and come back. Husband joked: I am not afraid of disconnection, I flew? I said, you fly, I'll bolt another one, and then fight. You think you can't live without you. Husband glared: Don't you dare!
I am very happy, I know, the kite I chose is good and right. My kite keeps flying, and my family is calm and happy. Husband has been busy, for home, for me, for children, for life. The busier the line is, the thicker the line is.
The child grew up and went to college. Suddenly, I feel that from then on, there is a little kite at the other end of the line, which will always lead my thoughts and walk into my dreams forever. Husband is also afraid that she will not take care of herself. She called several times a day and told her that after all, it was the first time to leave mom and dad, leave home, go to such a far place, and go to the world alone.
As a result, the situation has changed. Children are kites and thoughts are threads. My husband also helped me fly this little kite, for fear that she would fly high and unsteadily. Without computers and videos, we will send messages and make phone calls to let her study, live and adapt.
Children also call back from time to time to ask questions and tell us to pay attention to our health. At first, the voice was wrong and the child cried. Let's change the subject quickly, or find an excuse to hang up Children who leave their parents grow up.
The kite flies higher and higher, and the line is pulled tighter and tighter, but it dare not take it back. Still looking forward to flying higher, flying longer and flying higher.
Sometimes I watch my husband get lost in thought after the phone call. I say, you know kites are hard to fly. Do you think you have the kite string? It is in your hands and tied to your heart.
Flying a kite shows a kind of trust, a kind of responsibility and a kind of affection. If the kite flies steadily, the family will be safe. Family is safe and life is better.
Year after year, the number of people flying kites is increasing year by year. Everyone is looking forward to the kite that has experienced wind and rain and can become an eagle and soar in the vast sky.
Year after year, the flying kite remains the same, the people remain the same, the heart remains the same, and the years remain carefree.
I haven't flown a kite for a long time It suddenly occurred to me whether there would be a group of urchins pulling strings in the silent park.
Maybe not now. How can there be such a beautiful picture in this lonely night and rainy air? The kite in memory flies farther and farther, perhaps it is getting closer and closer to the person in memory. What if it's just getting closer? This is the last time for the kite-flying person to stop.
The kite in the sky finally returned to the ground, but the people on the ground were still looking at the sky. Maybe he is thinking, when can he have the next flight? Maybe what he is after is not the kite itself, but a group of children who are also flying kites, or a beautiful cloud in the sky, or a puppy who keeps picking up the ball on the grass ... Maybe none of the above, just a beautiful girl living in his heart. He just wants to have her around when flying a kite, even if she just watches from a distance, he will be stupid for a day. He never thought about whether it was worth it. He thought of countless ways to meet or strike up a conversation, but there was always a way to deny himself. Perhaps, like many people, what he is afraid of is not rejection, but loss after rejection. Because some subtle relationships, once broken, tend to develop in two extreme directions. Either excellent or extremely poor.
There is only one question that he has never understood, and that is why she always watches kites there. Does she have stories about kites, too? But on second thought, some questions never need to be answered. Because the answer you are about to know may be far from what you want or even run counter to it. After all, few people know what the teacher thinks before giving the question. What's more, these problems are all found by yourself? So he still flies a kite, and she still watches. He really simply thought that life could go on peacefully. However, everything is changing. Perhaps it is precisely because he realized this that contradictions accumulated in his heart. Until he made up his mind to speak, she suddenly disappeared. His heart suddenly panicked. He made countless guesses, but no matter how many versions he performed, it seemed to have no effect.
Kites flying in the sky don't seem so cheerful. The color of the sky is no longer light blue, but foggy gray, just like the dusty sky, and the kite can no longer be seen clearly. The wind is strong, kites fly high, but there are few people. He didn't see her until dusk. At this time, he really couldn't see the shape of the kite, only felt that the thread in his hand was very tight. It seems that the kite also wants to get rid of its master's bondage. Maybe everyone is pursuing freedom in their hearts, even kites are no exception. She must have gone for freedom. He said to himself. Since there are constraints, why not pursue freedom? However, at this time, he made another mistake. He cut the string of the kite, but he couldn't understand that the freedom of the kite just let nature take its course. So do people. We often talk about freedom, but we never admit it. We will never know what freedom is.
Maybe when he sees the kite again, he will realize that there is no freedom in this world!
I may have listened to some discussions, watched some touching movies and seriously thought about my own ideas. I don't always do anything for a purpose, but there must be a reason. I want to pay for my stupidity before. I am a person who must live a real life, because my brain is not enough, so my life must be simple, and the best way to be simple is to be true. Honesty takes courage, but I will live in peace. Maybe it's not so difficult to be brave when you are used to honesty. When you are in a bad mood, I will listen to the bagpipe version of Braveheart, because it is simple, but it combines heaviness and lightness, repression and rebirth. That kind of Xu Ya-sheng and nature are like the antidote for patients.
I remember that I didn't like argumentative writing since junior high school, which may be the reason for my lack of logical thinking ability. I like prose, scattered words and scattered writing. Everyone says that prose is inseparable. I think as long as the situation shows and makes sense, there is no need to find fault, just like paying attention to those idiots when watching TV.
Speaking of a frenzied state, I have carefully thought about it in my memory, but I haven't really found anything to make me forget myself. Whether it's eating, loving or traveling, it means that I just like it, and love has not reached the point of fanaticism. I don't know if there is anyone in this world who can live a lifetime at first sight, but it doesn't matter to me now. I'm just doing research from the perspective of observation. If we just fall in love together, I don't think we can rush to start a family. Because to form a small unit organization, there must be corresponding responsible departments and a reasonable division of labor within the family. When we make sacrifices and concessions, we can get married.
Kite prose essay 8 has a kind of writing, which can be confided silently without a single ink; There is a call that can be heard from a distance without a sound; Have a partner who can follow for a long time without time; There is a kind of kite that can fly from time to time without spring breeze.
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Halfway through spring, the greenery is getting stronger; The wind is warm and the heart is cold as autumn. Look up at spring and look down at the past; Tea cooks years, wine cooks life. The world of mortals returns to the earth and remains desolate forever.
After all, the lost time can not be reproduced, but can only shuttle through overlapping memories, fluctuating with the alternation of day and night.
In the spring morning, the sky is dark and windy, filled with faint sadness. A kite with a broken line fluctuated with the wind, and several cuckoos accompanied it, moaning to the north.
Qingming is here again. I don't know how many graves have been added beside the green mountains and green waters. I have always thought that the time of my life can be as smooth as running water, and even if I meet with loss and loneliness, I will not experience life and death; However, too many farewells are often staged without expectation. With the separation of flesh and blood and the death of relatives, perhaps a temporary reunion will become a farewell in this life.
Once upon a time, I snuggled up to you and went for an outing. Now, things have changed; I am like a kite with a broken thread. I don't know which is the front, which is the back and which is the left. I have lost my way. No matter how the wind moves, it still lingers in the past time, not for whom it is sad or happy, not for whom it advances or retreats, but for the sky that quietly exists in the past and is difficult to move out.
At present, in front of your tombstone, once again fly that kite full of thoughts, no gorgeous words, no superfluous feelings, only endless suffering and endless benefits.
Time slowly polishes the thoughts of parting, and the years are stranded with reluctant memories; Ren Chunhua is romantic, and the rain and snow blend together, leaving only a quiet corner in her heart, hiding her thoughts gently until the four seasons are unified, and there is no sunshine day and night, and she is buried with her heart.
Looking back on the past, tears string into indelible pictures, reluctant love, lingering kindness, floating in the silent world with the wind.
Look up at the prosperity and look down at the rest of your life; Years are deep, and one heart is only for peace.
The weather is getting warmer. Who wants to stay at home, adults and children? They have been busy flying kites in the east wind. At this time, the kite may be the best artifact to compete with the screen. This air knife in early spring has been corroded by rain and melted by sunshine, but it has lost a little momentum.
Kites are lively spirits, running swiftly under the east wind; Kites are flowers in early spring, proudly blooming in Bai Yunbian.
In the open space of the river beach, there are two beautiful kites holding high the world of mortals. As the clouds curl up, the light and comfortable air makes everyone look up. "Fly so high! Who put it? " Oh, a teenager is sitting on the steps of the river bank, rocking nylon thread leisurely, blushing proudly and intoxicated; The other is a girl in her early twenties, standing on the river bank, chatting happily with her companions, shaking the spool at will and letting her kite fly like a bird.
There is a young couple over there. They are starting to practice with their newly bought butterfly kites. The girl is running to pay off the line. The boy stirred the nylon thread slightly and the "butterfly" spun on his head. The two men adjusted their direction again. "Butterfly" steadies its posture and drives the silk thread to soar. Maybe it smelled the fragrance of the winter jasmine and danced for it.
Other kites, large and small, just hover about ten feet above their heads. Although their owners are running around, they still don't want to escape the attraction of the earth. The spool passed from father to mother, but it was still not supported by the cool wind. They persisted in the children's laughter ...
It is "the size is free to take the initiative, and the sense of superiority is unintentional." Colorful kites enjoy the touch of the breeze, and kite-flying people enjoy running freely. People and kites are blooming flowers on this vast land, welcoming the Spring Festival with endless prosperity.
At this moment, it is already colorful and full of spring.
Kite essay 10 A kite was hung up for sale, and suddenly it was found that the spring was bright and the spring breeze was mighty, and it was the season to fly kites.
Go, fly kites in the suburbs. Watching kites flying in the air, watching wheat seedlings turn green under the encouragement of spring breeze, and watching green grass excitedly drill out of the ground, your heart will be filled with the breath of spring!
The custom of flying kites exists in many places and has a long history. Kong, a dramatist in the Qing Dynasty, wrote: I love Tomb-Sweeping Day in victory over Japan, and young people in white climb willows to rest, swim in the sand with embroidered shoes and fly kites everywhere. Why people like flying kites is probably related to the ideal of human beings to "fly". Legend has it that in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, people jumped from a height with kites on their backs and didn't fall to death. Then flying kites is good for health. Song people's Continued Natural History said that when flying a kite, "open your mouth and look up, you can vent your anger". The Story of Yanjing at the Age says that kites can be seen clearly in the air. A Dream of Red Mansions describes Lin Daiyu and the girls flying kites, saying that "flying kites is unlucky" and "Miss Lin has recovered from her illness".
I used to fly kites when I was a child, but I couldn't afford it. I tied it myself. A piece of paper with eight slits and four thin straws will do. Probably because I tied it myself, so I am very interested in playing. At that time, not many people bought kites to fly, and the business of kite sellers was light. Kites are not as gorgeous as today, and there are not many varieties, but they are cheap, but few people have bought them yet. In the eyes of teenagers, adults can tie serious kites, use tough bamboo sticks as skeletons, and paste old newspapers. "The Story of Painting a Boat in Yangzhou" says that there is a kind of kite, the sound is in the bow and the strength is in the tail. The abbot who is the oldest and whose tail is twenty or thirty feet long is called a' door panel'. One of my uncles tied a kite like this, one meter high, with two big whistles on it. When the wind blows, the sweet "buzzing" sound rises and falls with the strength of the wind, like the joy of heaven. I don't accept a kite that is late, so let it buzz in the dark with a teenager's dream.
I also fly kites with my little daughter. At this time, there is no condition to make kites by yourself, and it seems that only the old man surnamed Zhou sells kites in the town, which is very monotonous. So I bought one and went to Youling with my daughter on Sunday. The kite is in the sky, and my daughter's heart seems to be in the sky. I recovered my youth from my daughter's excitement and excitement.
Last summer and autumn, I passed Weifang. What impressed me deeply was that when I came to the central square of this city, the sunset dyed the western sky red, and a group of silver-haired old people were flying kites here. The roads on the west and south are crowded with people, but this square is so leisurely. At the turn of summer and autumn, you don't want to fly a kite? Victory Day loves Qingming and flies kites everywhere. People used to say that flying kites after Tomb-Sweeping Day was not high, because there was no "Japanese wind", and the wind direction was not concentrated and erratic. But these old people in Weifang can fly kites in the sky. They can fly kites very high, which really makes me taste the "kite capital".
"Paper flowers fly like snow all over the sky, charming girls swing from side to side, flying colorful skirts swing with the wind, making butterflies rejuvenate." When Zheng Banqiao was in Weixian, he described Weichun in this way, and the first sentence was kite. It can be seen that the "kite capital" is not a hollow name. In Weifang Kite Museum (said to be the largest professional museum in the world so far), I saw countless masterpieces of kites. From the "category", there are six series: string subcategory, board subcategory, three-dimensional subcategory, soft wing, hard wing and freestyle; These kites have a wide range of themes, diverse patterns, exquisite workmanship, fine drawing and different shapes, which are dazzling and dazzling. I have never seen so many kites of different varieties and shapes in my life. I can't resist the temptation. I bought some kites in the shop and sent them back from the post office. I didn't want kites to be too expensive, but the delivery fee is not quite equivalent to kites.
The spring is bright, the spring breeze is mighty, colorful kites and colorful dreams fly in the sky.