夏季一个晚上,天色很好,凉风阵阵。我出去散步,在一片空地上,看见一个10岁左右的男孩正举着线轴子拉一只落在地上、离他有七八米远的风筝。那孩子有时候能把风筝拖四五米,忽高忽低却总也飞不起来。那只蜻蜒风筝有些地方已经被草尖划破了。我站在他身后不远,看他拉线、奔跑、再拉线……,我还没有看见过放风筝 One night in summer, the weather is very good and the breeze bursts. I went out for a walk, and in a clearing, I saw a boy about 10 years old holding a bobbin and pulling a kite that fell on the ground and was 78 meters away from him. The child can sometimes drag the kite four or five meters. It can’t fly up and down. Some parts of the kite have been scratched by the tip of the grass. I stood not far behind him, watching him pull the line, run, pull the line... I haven’t seen flying a kite yet