一多年前,父亲带着我站在麦田的空地上放风筝,时而握紧时而又松开的手掌扯住那根长长的引线,向后退或向前奔跑。望着在天空飞翔的风筝,我也有一种想飞的冲动。我不理解风筝那一颗飞翔的心,为什么还要拖着一根老长老长的尾巴,勇敢地搏击长空多好啊! A year ago, my father took a kite on the open field where I was standing in a wheat field, and sometimes the unclamped palm clenched the long lead and ran backwards or forwards. Looking at the kite flying in the sky, I also have a desire to fly. I do not understand the heart of a flying kite, why drag an old elder long tail, bravely fighting the sky, how good!