“记得那年三月三,风筝飞满天。”然而,久居城市,难得有一块开阔之地让你驰骋在蓝天白云下,用手中的线牵动着那一缕纯真。星期天,一时兴起,骑着单车,叫上伙伴,也想过过童年的风筝瘾。郊外,人已不少。蓝天上,风筝也已争奇斗艳。有些飞得很高很远。但是举目望去,我总觉得缺了点什么,是什么呢?伙伴 “Remember that March 3, the kite flew over the sky.” However, living in the city for a long time, there is a rare place for you to ride in the blue sky and white clouds, with the hands of the line affects that innocence. On sunday, on a whim, riding a bicycle, calling on friends, but also had a childhood kite addiction. Suburbs, a lot of people. On the blue sky, the kite has been contested. Some fly very high and far. But looking up, I always feel something missing, what is it? Partners