“好大的风啊,妈妈!风筝越飞越高啦!”一个稚嫩的童声在耳边响起。我循声望去,只见一个小男孩手捧轴辘飞快地奔跑,而线那一端的风筝在蓝天下愉快地飞升。正值清明时节,春风遍野,草色氤氲,远山含黛,近水生烟,湛蓝的天空就像刚解冻的溪水,那朵朵白云宛如小溪上漂浮的冰块。风筝在蓝天下畅快地飞翔,无忧无虑地追寻前方的风 “Great wind, mother! The kite is flying higher!” A childish voice rang in his ear. I went to prestige and saw a small boy holding the shaft and running fast, and the kite at the end of the line leaped happily in the blue sky. During the Ching Ming period, the spring breeze was everywhere, the grass was green, the distant mountains were full of water, and the water was near the smoke. The clear blue sky was like a thawing stream. The white clouds were like floating ice on the creek. The kite flies smoothly under the blue sky, searching for the wind in front of it with no worries