连日阴雨,心境也暗了。好容易盼到一个晴朗的日子,便携小儿,去乡下放风筝。站在高坡上看油菜花地,一望无际的金黄,晃眼的灿烂。七岁小儿,奔跑在田埂上,那只风筝却怎么也放不高去。我接了过来,逆风跑去,放线,调整方向。风筝抖着尾巴,飞上了天空。我的心思都在风筝上,风筝就被我越放越高。 Rainy day, mood is also dark. So easy to look forward to a sunny day, portable children, go to the countryside to fly a kite. Standing on the high slope to see rape, endless golden, dazzling brilliant. Seven-year-old child, running in the ridge, the kite but how to put too low to go. I picked it up, went against the wind, put the line, adjust the direction. Kite shaking his tail, flew to the sky. My mind is on the kite, the kite is higher and higher as I am.