In normal study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing is a style that is composed of words and expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following is my excellent composition on kites and strings. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Kite and thread excellent composition 1
There is a kite in the blue sky.
it is flying hard, but it only moves a little. A bird flew in front of the kite and glanced at it. His eyes looked like contempt and ridicule. The kite stared back at the line, as if asking why the line had been binding it. Line doesn't understand why the kite is so angry. Line is just worried that when it goes to the seemingly vast sky, it may encounter wind, rain and lightning. Maybe you will feel lonely and lonely. Only the line knows that the seemingly beautiful sky is actually full of dangers. It doesn't want the kite to suffer from these, so it has to be dragged so tightly, so tightly ...
Finally, the howling wind came, bringing with it a series of lightning that cut through the sky and deafening thunder. Looking around, I always felt uneasy, so I pulled it tighter, but in the end I couldn't beat the strong wind that could tear the earth to pieces.
with a bang, the thread suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the thread broke. It slowly fell down and could only stare blankly at the happy kite.
The kite is very happy, because it finally got rid of the disconnection, and it can finally soar in the sky. But the kite found that the sky became dark and could not tell the direction. After a while, the downpour hit the kite, and it found that it was no longer light. A strong wind roared by, and the kite tottered. It struggled hard, but it was still stuck in a big tree under the wind. In the heavy rain, it tried its best to open its eyes and saw the last little bird nestled next to a big bird. The bird also found the kite in rags, and its eyes looked like pity and sympathy.
The kite cried, and it began to miss the thread, the power that has been supporting it behind its back.
I don't know how long it took, but the kite was exhausted. It felt cold through the bones, but it could not find the strength to pull itself hard. The strong wind did not converge at all, and the kite was blown to another place. Where is it this time? The kite doesn't want to watch any more. It already feels dying. It is tired and slowly closes its eyes. Next to it, the soil is pressing something, and the wind is still blowing, blowing away the soil, revealing an old piece of thread that is neither thick nor thin ... The early spring of that year was her last "leisure", laughing and running on the grass, and the kite followed her like a tail, and then gradually rose, rose and swayed happily in the wind ...
It's not bad to preview the test. The kite is floating in the soft sunshine ... it's flat and faint ...
The chatter in my ears suddenly increased. "It's the exam, how still playing! Go and do your homework! " "The classmates, want to hurry up! It's too late to fight again! " "This exam is not ideal, do you still care!" ..... these are like small tornadoes, rolling dust and gravel, hitting the kite line, the skeleton in the wind and the bright pattern of the kite ...
It's another exam ... Time is in a hurry, and a month has slipped away from the nagging. When he entered the examination room, he reviewed the formulas in his mind again, but he couldn't calm down. Then they fled out of his mind one by one ...
The questions flooded in, holding the weapons in his hand, but he didn't know how to defend and attack. The kite struggled in the downpour, but it was so weak that it was slapped on the ground ... < P > The exam was a nightmare, and all her hopes were buried! Ear through the teacher's teaching, parents' reprimand ... That kite seems to be completely useless ...
Fortunately, the sun is desperately squeezed out of the dark clouds, shining on the kite and drying its wet wings.
Parents and teachers seem to find her despair, and Shanshan gives a few words of encouragement. Although it was late, it was unusually warm after the cold rain ... < P > She carefully mended the kite and flew it again!
There is no nagging in my ears, and the pressure in my heart is reduced a lot. It seems that I have seen a rainbow after a storm ...
Although the thread is broken, she seems to have a wider sky, flying freely and flying higher and higher ...
That June was brighter than any previous one. The blue sky and white clouds ... are the most beautiful hymns for her! Kite and thread excellent composition 3
When you see kites flying all over the sky, you will always only see the gorgeous style of kite dancing lightly, but you can't see the thread behind it. It's a line! The thread is silently pulling and pulling behind my back. Have you ever wondered: If there is no thread, where will the kite go?
A kite is weak. It can't control itself, let alone dominate its own destiny. It only waits for the wind to wake it up all its life. Therefore, for kites, thread is essential. With the thread, kites can fly and show their beauty to the fullest. But this day ...
The kite was in the sky, and I saw the clouds and wanted to play with her. The kite just wanted to get closer, but the cloud suddenly drifted to the other side, and the kite chased it hard, but it couldn't be chased.
after some tossing and turning.
The kite said unhappily, "It's all your fault! I can't play with the cloud. "
the line is silent.
Kite became more angry and said, "Go away, I don't need you anymore!" "
Line said softly, "But if I let you go, you will be very bad."
"how terrible!" The kite roared angrily.
The line says, "I won't hold you, and the strong wind will blow you off."
"you talk nonsense! You scare me! " The kite glared and twisted wildly.
......
After some fighting, Xian reluctantly released the kite.
kites are shouting and singing, flying high and low with the wind. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the kite fell into the stream ...
In our life, there are such a couple, they are teachers and students.
When the student stands on the podium, everyone appreciates and praises the student. But you know what? This is the result of the teacher's hard work. Teacher, they are the strings tied with kites. They don't ask for anything in return, they don't show their dew, they just pay silently, work hard, and the kites are always praised. But they still stick to this important position.
without thread, how can a kite be beautiful! Without teachers, there are no glorious students! Excellent composition of kite and thread 4
Spring breeze warms everything up. Taking advantage of the good time, my classmates and I met to fly kites in Shannan Square.
The square on weekends is very lively. When I arrived with a "swallow" kite, the children immediately gathered around and chattered to let me see their kite. "This eagle is really awesome! "I smiled and praised," This centipede is really long ... "
I asked Yunru's children to help me drag the kite. I held the kite in one hand and the spool in the other, and explained while demonstrating:" To fly a kite, you should go against the wind, pay off the line while running, and slowly the kite will fly. " When the black and pretty "Little Swallow" staggered into the sky, the students could not help but exclaim.
The students got together in twos and threes and began to fly their kites. After repeated attempts, kites have successfully flown more and more. Gradually, the sky is dotted with colorful kites. Looking at the kite dancing in the air, I seem to have returned to my childhood.
In the field, my friends and I were running and cheering with our own kites made of bamboo strips. The breeze is slow, and the kite is as smooth as an airplane. At that time, it will always be too long for the kite line. The breeze was still, and the kite fell headlong. At that time, my heart was inevitably lost. We ran hard, hoping that the power of running would make the kite take off again. Unconsciously, it has been far away from home, and the fields are so empty. This is the stage of our childhood. It is far wider than Shannan Square.
"Teacher, teacher, the kite is fighting! "Sure enough, there are two children's kite strings intertwined. I put away my kite and ran to help the children arrange the kite string. Just after processing, another child's kite was hung on the big tree next to the square. Looking at the lost child, I gave him my kite. The small square echoed with children's laughter.
The colorful kites in the sky are like the colorful childhood of children now. My childhood kite was pasted on bamboo strips by myself. It was very simple, but I still miss it. More, perhaps I miss the joy of chasing freely in the fields at that time.
Every kite string is tied with a happy childhood. Kite and thread excellent composition 5
Once upon a time, I always hoped that my parents would let me go and let me fly alone and swim freely in the vast world. However, when I grew up, I found that it was actually the end of the thread that my parents wanted to tell us, and it would always be our shelter from the wind.
I am a person who likes to bring happiness to everyone. At home, my mother is very strict with me and always smiles. If my mother sees me, she will say, "You can't always smile. You can't do things like this." Before, I didn't understand: Why can't I even go to Lian Xiao? Am I that bad in their eyes?
Therefore, I have been struggling hard to get rid of the thread in my hand so that I can fly freely like a kite.
When my mother sees my aunt who is a little older than me coming to my house to play, she always says to me, "Look, how quiet and elegant your aunt is. Now she has grown into a slim girl, and you just know how to laugh and laugh all day. When can you make your mother proud?" This situation is even more difficult after they have a younger brother. Sometimes I really can't stand it. I want to get rid of this situation. I want to escape from their hands. I want to fly alone. However, I have been afraid to take the step of shrinking.
when I grow up, I gradually understand that my parents are always reluctant to let go of the thread in their hands. They just want to fly me farther, while I, who am ignorant, always want to break free, just want to fly with all my strength, but I don't know that if I fall, my future will be bleak. If I fly far away, my life will be full of fear, and I will explore it timidly alone. Maybe I will never leave ...
Mom and Dad, you are my eternal support, the end of the line that I will never cut. You have been looking up at me and paying attention to me silently. The once ignorant child has grown up now, and my youth and ignorance have made me feel guilty. I will try my best to fly, and I will never forget you behind me when flying! Kite and thread excellent composition 6
I like flying kites, and I hope that one day I can become a kite, fly into the sky, be free, come and go with the wind. However, if a kite flies high, it will struggle with the thread that binds it. Kites will never know what will happen after the wind and rain if there is no thread.
The kite that has just taken off wobbles, fearing that it will fall from the air, so it will hold on to the thread and snuggle up with it. Because the kite knows that it can never fly without the thread. The kite at this time may be me as a child.
I am the kite, and my father is the thread that ties me. My father had a great influence on me. He taught me how to be a man, how to be self-reliant and self-reliant ... Listening to my father's inculcation, I snuggled up to him and grew up slowly.
Since I entered middle school, I have become headstrong and rebellious, and I hate my father's sermons more and more. I always think I can do whatever I want. I am free, and my father's confinement is unnecessary. I have my own opinions ... Because my father regards me as a "kid" who knows nothing, I often have "wars" with my father and always contradict him. "What's the big deal about father? Just older than me. "
My father secretly grieved because of my rebellion and thoughts. And I continued to grow up and rebel without knowing it. Sometimes even the thought "I don't need your thread anymore, please let me go and let me be free!"
if I really get rid of the shackles of "line", what should I do? What should I do when I encounter big winds and waves? A great man once said, "Losing strict father is like a broken kite. Although I am free, I don't know how many storms are waiting for it."
These are just some assumptions, but I am still a child who has not experienced any storms. I still want to get rid of my father's discipline. Perhaps this is my persistent rebellion! I hope to grow up quickly, but I don't want to hurt my father's sincere heart, just like a kite is still free in the air without the bondage of thread!
But there really is no such kite and thread.
maybe it's just growing up! Kite and thread excellent composition 7
In spring, no matter where you are, you can always see all kinds of exquisite kites flying in the blue sky in the breeze. A long line is flying with the kite, constantly adjusting the direction of the kite, so that the kite will not fall.
not far away, a little boy is running happily with his father in one hand and the kite string in the other, while his mother is watching the little boy's every move and never giving up. Looking at this warm scene in front of me, I can't help thinking of a story about kites.
A long time ago, kite and thread were good friends. They played and lived together every day. Suddenly one day, for some unknown reason, Kite told Line that he wanted to fly to the sky and hoped Line could help him. Although the thread didn't feel right, he couldn't beat the kite, so he took it to the sky and told the kite not to let go of his hand. The kite agreed, but as soon as it flew into the sky, it forgot the advice of the line and flew away. Although the line shouted loudly, the kite still ignored it. Finally, the kite was rocked by the storm. At this critical moment, the thread held the kite regardless of the danger. Since then, the kite has never left the line.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I am not like a kite, but my parents, teachers and friends are like that thread.
once upon a time, in order to dream in my heart and find out how high the sky really is, I mistook my parents' concern for being oversensitive, my teachers' education for teaching fools, and my friends' advice for being redundant. But no matter how resentful and angry I am, no matter how high I fly and how hard I fall, my father's sternness, my mother's nagging, my teacher's kindness and my friend's advice are like that seemingly insignificant line that never leaves me.
Actually, any one of us.