我的手牵着风筝线,迎着风向小心地抖动起来,就像将一件珍宝颤巍巍地送入高阁一样。脚下的步伐越迈越快,心神专注地期盼着手中的风筝振翅高飞,不断地将风筝线放松,拉紧,再放松,再拉紧……渐渐地,风筝开始缓缓升高,轻盈而欢快地向高处升起,慢慢地飞入云端……那是我第一次将风筝放飞。开始时,看着轻盈如纸的风筝和纤细的风筝线,觉得放风筝似乎 My hand holding the kite line, in the direction of the wind carefully jitter up, like a treasure trembling into the high cabinet. The footsteps of the more and more quickly, the mind focused on looking forward to the hands of the kites flying, keep the kite line relax, tighten, relax, and then tighten ... Gradually, the kite began to slowly rise, Lightly and joyously rise high and slowly fly into the clouds ... That was the first time I’d fly a kite. In the beginning, looking at the light-colored paper kite and slender kite string, it seems that flying a kite seems