春天、风儿轻轻的,阳光暖暖的。一个小男孩在草地上放风筝。小风筝随着春风,迎着阳光,向天上飞去,像一只翩翩的彩蝶,在蔚蓝的天空起舞,在洁白的云朵间漫步。小男孩将双手围成一个喇叭高声喊道:“风筝,我等你回来!”然后,松开了手中的线。小风筝飞高了,飞远了,越来越小,看不见了……从那以后,小男孩经常来到草地上等候他的小风筝。夏天,树上的蝉帮他呼唤小风筝;秋天,南飞的雁帮他去追寻小风筝……可是,小风筝一直没有回来。 Spring, the wind gently, the sun warm. A little boy is flying a kite on the grass. Small kite As the spring breeze, facing the sunshine, flying to the sky, like a fluttering butterflies, dancing in the blue sky, walking in the white clouds. The boy shouted with both hands in a loudspeaker: “Kite, I’ll wait for you!” Then she released the line in her hand. Small kites fly high, fly away, getting smaller and smaller, invisible ... Since then, young boys often come to the grass waiting for his little kite. In the summer, the cicadas helped him call a kite; in the fall, the goose Nanfei helped him to pursue a kite ... However, the kite never returned.