Student masterpieces ｜ Better work: Kite

In the blue sky in the early spring, there are not only the floating white clouds, but also the free kite flying.

In a leisurely weekend in spring, my father said that he had to take our family to fly a kite while I had no class. Kite? Fortunately, it is difficult to travel with my family in school, let alone the father who "talks about learning". I readily agreed.

Because of the wrong place name, he had to meet his father's wish many times, and he took us to the wasteland of the suburbs. When I heard this, and with the previous "twists and turns", I quickly lost my interest and fell asleep with my sister in the car.

When I woke up, the car was struggling on the rugged and muddy soil road, and it arrived after a while. There is really no beauty here. There is a dusk road under the feet. Not far away is a steep slope, and it will slide into the pierced river without paying attention. Thinking of the last time I was entangled with other kites when I was flying a kite, I said, "This is not good, not only without a kite, but not even individuals." Then he laughed again.

The wind is very strong, the kite is getting higher and higher, and my hand also hangs on the color because of "too hard", but it doesn't matter, my heart seems to be flying to the blue sky with the swing kite.

My father saw my hard work, put on gloves and took the kite from me. I watched my father and the kite running forward, and there was an indescribable taste in my heart.

The kite is getting higher and higher, and the "behemoth" on the ground is just a small "bird" in the blue sky. I walked slowly, and soon drove away from my father to enjoy the time I thought alone. Under the blue sky and white and heavy white clouds, it looks so obtrusive, but so free. I yearn for the white clouds in the blue sky, pure and quiet, freely floating in the air, accompanied by the wind, and changing it at will. Whether it is a fire burning cloud or a storm, it is just one of its various appearances.

"Yun seems to be so free, but there is no final belonging." I thought so, and turned to look for the kite in the distance. His father pulled the kite and walked to the distance, and the kite was getting higher and higher under the pull of the wind and kite line.

I looked at them, and my vision was filled with blue. The freedom to really yearn for people is like a kite. We yearn for the imagination of the sky and the freedom of the wind. But this thin zither line also needs to bring back the warm and familiar ground in the unknown trend.

My father turned his head far away and shouted, "I put the kite line, how tall!" I laughed, and ran to him two steps, "Yeah, really high." I rarely rarely from my father Feeling children -like happiness, my heart can't help but be happy.

It is with this line that freedom has its true meaning.

(The author is a student of No. 15 Middle School in Jining City, Shandong, instructor/Sixth Army)

Author: Chen Wenyuan

Source: "Language News • 7th Grade Edition"

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