阳光的碎片斑驳地洒在地上,青草间的露珠泛出五彩色泽,一股暖暖的感觉蔓延于全身,我不经意间抬头仰望,却见千百只风筝,翱翔于蓝天之上。一群群海鸥穿梭于风筝之间,一根根透明的线在阳光下隐约闪着光芒。在透明的线的尽头,是一只只随风飞舞的风筝,依凭着线的牵动,迁就着风的意愿,展翅行走于风线之间,这样飘忽不定却也能高飞。我站在人群中,莫名地为风筝感到不安。仿佛沉默许久后的爆发,只听“砰”的一声,一只风筝,因无法承受风的压力而脱线离去。它吸引住我的视线,我看着它摇曳的身姿被阳光穿透,在草地上留下一层虚影,像一个放荡不羁的少年渴望寻求一种自由。泪水顿时充盈了我的双眼,在恍惚之间,我看见了它孤单而自由的身影,徘徊于天际。是什么让它那么不舍?是线的牵绊,还是放风筝人的温存?但脱线的风筝始终摆脱不了坠落的痛苦与离别的不舍,在天空 The fragments of sunlight spattered on the ground, dewdrops between the grass colorful color, a warm feeling spread throughout the body, I looked up inadvertently, but see hundreds of kites, flying in the sky above. A group of seagulls shuttle between the kites, a transparent line of the gleaming shining in the sun. At the end of the transparent line is a kite flying only in the wind. By virtue of the movement of the line, the will of the wind is relocated to the wind, walking in the wind between its wings so erratic. I stand in the crowd, inexplicably for the kite feel uneasy. It seems as if the silence broke out for a long time, only “bang” was heard and a kite was off-line due to the unbearable pressure of the wind. It caught my eye and I watched as it swayed in the sunlight and left a ghostly shadow on the grass, like a bohemian teenager longing for freedom. Tears filled my eyes, in a trance, I saw it alone and free figure, wandering in the sky. What makes it so sad? Is the line of tie-downs, or the warmth of the kite flying people? But off-line kite can not escape the pain of the fall and leave, in the sky