春天,唤醒了大地,也唤来了天上的风筝。孩子们的希望飞上了蓝天,我的思绪也飞回了童年——嫩嫩的竹枝,细细的线,拴着我童年的欢乐。蓝天下,绿草上,我和伙伴们手里扯着风筝,恣情的奔跑。那粗糙的蝴蝶,呆板的信鸽,笨拙的蜻蜓,满载着稚童们对飞鸟的羡慕,对蓝天的向往,飞上九霄。幼小的心中,梦想着将来有一天,能拥有一只更美更精致更多彩的风筝…… In the spring, the earth was awakened and the kites in the sky were also called. The children’s hopes flew into the blue sky, and my thoughts flew back to childhood - tender bamboo branches, thin lines, bearing my childhood joy. Under the blue sky and on the green grass, I and my partners held kites in their hands and ran sensationally. The rough butterfly, stiff pigeon, clumsy cymbal, full of young children’s envy of the birds, the blue sky’s longing, flying nine. In my young heart, I dream that one day I will have a kite that is more beautiful and more colorful....