Flying a kite 1 "Flying a kite, flying a kite ……" Like migratory birds, we rushed to the fields. Along the way, the students talked and laughed. Some said their butterflies and kites were beautiful, while others said their goldfish would soar in the air. ...
Here, here, the warm sunshine shines on the endless fields. It will be a beautiful day if you bask in the sun here. The students sat side by side on the ridge, playing with their kites. Look, they dress kites so full of energy. I named my kite "mechanical bat".
Here we go, here we go. I hold the spool in my left hand and retreat while paying off the line. "ouch!" Had a fall. The string wound several times, and the kite floated down, causing a burst of laughter. I started again. This time I learned my lesson and the wind flew smoothly. Holding the thread in my left hand, I sat comfortably on the ridge and looked up. There are all kinds of kites flying in the air.
Look, look, the rainbow looks beautiful in the sunlight. The eagle tightened its claws and circled in the air. Look again, the "robot cat" over there has also gone to the sky. Beautiful butterflies are better than swallows and goldfish, as if eager to report that spring is coming ... green dragonflies are flying around as if looking for food. My "mechanical bat" also joined in the fun. The sky was made into a beautiful picture by kites, which made me dazzled and relaxed.
Flying a kite in class today, the Chinese teacher asked everyone a question: "What's your favorite hobby, little friend?" Some children say they like singing; Some children say that they like painting; Some friends say they like running; Some children say they like playing with mud.
Most students answered the questions asked by the teacher, leaving me alone. The teacher came up to me and said, "Xiaoli, why don't you talk?" Didn't you hear my question? "I said," teacher, I'm afraid what I like is not correct and I dare not say it. Looking at my prevarication, the teacher smiled: "What's not to like? "? As long as it is something you really like, you can say it. Go for it! "I just stood up safely.
Looking at the eyes of the whole class staring at me, I was a little scared and worried that others would laugh at me, so I whispered to the teacher, "Teacher, I like flying kites in the clear sky, because kites can fly very high, so I keep chasing them on the water." Quite fun. " When I said this, another classmate at the back laughed. The teacher said, "Xiaoli answered very well. Don't laugh at her In fact, flying kites is not only fun, but also can exercise, isn't it? " The whole class is clapping for me!
After coming home from school, I ran home and told my mother what happened today. My mother praised me as a clever boy. My mother not only praised me, but also said that she would take me to fly a kite in the biggest square in the city center on Sunday!
Looking back, I have great nostalgia for flying kites.
I remember that spring, my parents and I came to the gym with kites we had already bought. There are many people flying kites today. When we are all ready, the kite can fly. I saw my father holding a spool and my mother holding a big kite seriously. At this time, dad ran forward while paying off the line. Before my father said to let go, my mother let go of the pink butterfly kite in her hand. My father didn't know it, but I kept running. I hurriedly. Dad looked back, yes, the kite "walked" with him on the ground for a long time, and his "clothes" also put on some colors, and the first test flight failed. I said to my parents, "Let's not lose heart and keep working hard." This time, the three of us cooperated tacitly, and the kite finally flew into the sky. "Pink Butterfly" flies leisurely in the air, sometimes high and sometimes low, and its beautiful wings are shaking and shining with golden light. It's simply beautiful. There are more and more kites in the sky, colorful and very beautiful. "Kitty Hawk" seems to say that the blue sky is really big and beautiful. Pink Butterfly seems to be singing; "Dragon" seems to be absent-minded ... The blue sky becomes a beautiful picture.
Before you know it, it's afternoon, and we should "call it a day" and go home. On the way home, I was thinking: I can keep a diary today, and the topic is "Flying a kite".
It's sunny this afternoon. My sister and grandpa and I went to fly kites on the lawn of the gym.
The lawn is crowded with people, and kites are filled with large and small avenues, with different colors and shapes, which are dazzling.
Kites fly around in the sky, including "eagle", "shark", "crane" and "Altman". Look, that "eagle" flying high, with its sharp mouth, shiny black eyes and brown feathers, circling back and forth in the sky looking for prey. The bloody mouth of the shark is frightening, and its sharp teeth and eyes reveal murderous look. It is very fierce to rampage in the air.
Watching other people's kites fly gradually, I couldn't wait to take out my own kite. This is a kite called "Altman". Kites are triangular, with wings on two arms and tails on two legs. I put some strings first, and my sister stood in the distance with a kite. I began to pick up the strings. Sister released her hand and the kite flew slowly. Just after flying for a while, the kite turned upside down and fell to the ground. I quickly checked the reason carefully. It turns out that the support rod is too long. I took off the pole, found a brick to shorten it and put it on the kite. The kite finally flew into the blue sky, and I jumped and jumped happily.
The higher the kite flies, the better my mood is. This is really a pleasant afternoon.
Flying kites in the fourth grade composition 5 Spring and March are good seasons for flying kites.
On Sunday, the weather is sunny. I followed my parents to fly kites in the beautiful Suibin Square. Kites on the booth are colorful and have different shapes. Look! This is a fierce eagle, this is a lovely pleasant goat and a beautiful goat; Look again, this is a white crane and a green parrot ... Finally, I chose a big and beautiful butterfly kite. My mother asked me to stand this big butterfly upright. She ran back quickly with the spool and put the thread away as she ran. I let go when I heard my mother say "let go". My mother ran for a long time before she stopped, and the big butterfly flew steadily into the sky by the power of the wind. My mother gave me the spool of the kite, and it didn't take long for the kite to plunge into the fountain pool like a shot down plane. My mother said, "When you see the kite fall, you should run at once, and the thread in your hand should be loose." I flew again in my mother's way. So kites hung high in the air and watched some kites fall again and again. The big butterfly proudly said, "Haha, see if you can fly as high as me?"
It was getting dark, and I reluctantly left the square, but I felt very happy in my heart.
Flying a kite Spring comes quietly, and it is rare for the sun to shine. Our family of three came to the square, and today's purpose is to fly kites.
The square is very lively. Many people fly kites, only one kite flies to the sky. We bought a kite with the pattern of "Shock Boy", and our daughter was very happy.
It's windy today, which may be a bit difficult! Holding a kite, I kept running in the square and grass, running from one place to another, crossing the bridge, and the kite seemed to fly, but. Still falling on the ground, my mood will be tight and loose with the kite, and I want to conquer the kite in my hand again and again and let it fly. My daughter and husband follow me, and we are very happy, regardless of age and people around us, there is that kind of happiness.
Finally, the kite flew into the sky, and my daughter cheered and shouted for the rope, so I told my daughter the essentials: "When the kite string is tight, you take it with you, and when the kite string is loose, you drag it." As soon as this sentence was said, I thought of work. Yes, management is not like this. We must be flexible, in order to make our kites fly higher, instead of falling or breaking. Only by mastering the tightness can our management work be more exciting.
Flying kites in the sky doesn't seem to require any effort, and the passion and excitement will gradually calm down. Careful reflection, maybe chasing is the best feeling to fly a kite!
Next weekend, we will fly kites and continue our new experience.
It's sunny on Sunday morning. My parents and I came to the stadium happily with kites.
As soon as I saw the stadium, many people were flying kites. They work in pairs. Some of them have put kites in the sky, while others are preparing to fly kites. There are all kinds of kites: eagles, cranes, parrots and centipedes ... but there are no big butterflies. I said to my parents, "Come on, let our big butterfly fly!" " !
Our big butterfly is very beautiful. It is colorful, with a small head, and its wings swing up and down with the wind, as if it were about to fly at any time.
I'm holding a spool, my mother is holding a kite, and my father is teaching me how to pay off the line. When everything is ready, say "you can let go" to your mother. I ran forward with the spool, and the kite fluttered in the wind. It didn't take long for our "big butterfly" to fly in the sky.
Then I can master the "big butterfly". If it wants to fly high, loosen the line a little, if it wants to come down, tighten the line a little to prevent it from falling.
The "big butterfly" dances under my control, which is particularly eye-catching. Colorful kites compete in the sky, adding endless joy to people's festivals!
Today is Saturday. In the afternoon, grandpa and I happily went to fly kites.
We came to Gulou Bridge Square, where many people flew kites. Grandpa and I took out the kite and put it away. "Now you can fly a kite!" I jumped up and screamed with joy. Grandpa pulled the thread in the handle and I ran north with the kite. "release!" Grandpa shouted. I quickly released my hand and the kite flew slowly. I quickly ran back to my grandfather. By this time, the kite had already flown in mid-air. My heart is as happy as honey. But it didn't last long. A few minutes later, I saw the kite rolling in the air. Grandpa pulled the thread loosely and tightly, but it still didn't work. Finally, the kite seems to have lost control and plunged into the ground. I didn't lose heart, because I wanted to be a wolf. Not once, not twice, not twice, not three times. In short, there will always be a moment of success. So, grandpa and I decided to play again. However, things are often not as simple as we think. The kite flew into the sky again, but somehow, the string of the kite suddenly broke and soon fell out of the air. Grandpa and I had a hard time getting the kite back. Grandpa said, "Let's go home! The wind direction of this meeting is not suitable for flying kites. Can we fly kites another day? " I nodded in disappointment.
Grandpa and I went home, that's all. Although a little disappointed, I am still very happy.
Flying a kite The breeze is blowing gently and the sun is shining. On a sunny Saturday, my father decided to take me to fly a kite.
We are happy to come to Phoenix Square. Wow! There is so much recognition here! I saw some people in the square looking up at the sky, some adults running in front with lines, and the children jumping and laughing and chasing after them. Look at colorful kites in the sky, reflecting the blue sky. There are goldfish, swallows, bats and the Monkey King ... Children watch their kites fly into the sky and clap their hands and cheer happily. There was laughter in the square.
I couldn't wait to drag my father to a kite stand and took a fancy to a triangular festive kite at a glance. The whole kite is pink, with a happy face painted on it, and several purple Kobanawa green grasses adorn it. The color is really beautiful. I hopped around the square with my kite, pulled up the string and ran, but the kite couldn't fly. I looked at the kite on the ground with annoyance and didn't know what to do. Father came over and asked me to hold the kite above my head with both hands. He walked forward while paying off the line. When he walked about 20 meters, my father told me to let go and pull the wire quickly. Kite is like a boat riding the wind and waves, flying slowly into the sky, just watching it fly higher and higher ... After a while, I only saw a small flower dot floating in the high blue sky, as if to disappear into the clouds.
Flying kites is really fun! Next time, I must fly the kite myself.
Flying a kite in the fourth grade composition 10 In February of the lunar calendar, the grass grows and the flowers are overflowing. On a sunny spring day, my parents and I went to the countryside to play.
We walked along the path and looked around. The grass wakes up from sleep, just like a group of lively children, jumping out of the embrace of the earth in a naughty way, so lovely and beautiful. They stretch their bodies and dance against the spring breeze, adding green to the earth, making the spring breeze more beautiful and the earth full of vitality.
The willow tree, which had been sleeping for a winter, woke up from a deep sleep and its thin branches were covered with a layer of green. Those fluffy little leaves that popped up yawned lazily, looked around and stretched themselves. The green branches hang down like a girl's big braid. When the spring breeze blows, they sway with the wind. Peach blossoms are sealed outside the bamboo. Look! Peach blossoms, chrysanthemums, and winter jasmine flowers ... are as open as competitions. Flowers are next to each other, crowded with branches, like an ocean of flowers. The fragrant flowers are intoxicating and attract bees to fly around among the flowers.
My father and I came to a clearing with kites. My father took a spool. I threw the kite into the air and the Spring Breeze man lifted it. Father turned the spool slowly and ran quickly. The kite flew higher and higher and slowly rose to the top. I cried happily, "Dad, look!" Kites are almost invisible! "Kites soar in the blue sky like eagles.
There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and kites fly freely in the embrace of the sky. Such a beautiful picture scroll is really intoxicating and unforgettable.
Flying a kite for the fourth grade 1 1. Spring is beautiful. March is a good time to fly kites. Today, I made an appointment with my friends to fly kites.
We walked on the road, the spring breeze blew our hair, the soil on the roadside thawed, smelled of soil, breathed fresh air and looked at the beautiful scenery: mountains and water, really like a landscape painting!
We stood on the top of the high mountain, overlooking the foot of the mountain. People on the road are like ants.
We are holding our beloved kites. There are eagles, butterflies, frogs and mermaids, all of which are beautiful; These kites represent the beautiful dreams of partners. For example, the eagle represents a handsome and brave warrior, and the butterfly represents a beautiful stewardess. ...
Mine is a beautiful yellow butterfly, representing flying. My dream is to be a pilot in the future and fly to the blue sky of the motherland.
We let go of the ropes and they flew slowly into the blue sky. Fly higher and higher, fly farther and farther. One dream after another flies, and our hearts fly with it, flying to the future.
Today is Saturday. In the afternoon, grandpa and I happily went to fly kites.
We came to Gulou Bridge Square, where many people flew kites. Grandpa and I took out the kite and put it away. "Now you can fly a kite!" I jumped up and screamed with joy. Grandpa pulled the thread in the handle and I ran north with the kite. "release!" Grandpa shouted. I quickly released my hand and the kite flew slowly. I quickly ran back to grandpa. At this time, the kite has flown in mid-air. My heart is as happy as honey. But it didn't last long. A few minutes later, I saw the kite rolling in the air.
Grandpa pulled the thread loosely and tightly, but it still didn't work. Finally, the kite seems to have lost control and plunged into the ground. I didn't lose heart, because I wanted to be a wolf. Not once, not twice, not twice, not three times. In short, there will always be a moment of success. So, grandpa and I decided to play again. However, things are often not as simple as we think. The kite flew into the sky again, but somehow, the string of the kite suddenly broke and soon fell from the sky. Grandpa and I had a hard time getting the kite back. Grandpa said, "Let's go home! The wind direction of this meeting is not suitable for flying kites. Can we fly kites another day? " I nodded in disappointment.
Grandpa and I went home, that's all. Although a little disappointed, I am still very happy.
Today is a sunny day. My cousin and I came to the new square to fly kites.
There are many kinds of kites, such as butterflies, swallows and eagles ... all kinds of colorful kites are displayed in front of our eyes, dazzling. A gust of wind blew from my ear, and the sky and the ground were full of excitement. People flew kites with great interest, and there was laughter everywhere.
My cousin and I started flying kites. Let's tie the kite string first, then extend some strings. Then he ran away quickly. But those kites seem to have no strength, can't fly at all, and still follow me. The sound of "sloped". Well, I have no choice but to let my cousin play it. Cousin, a smart card, just added one more action than me, and even made the kite fly. He ran away with the kite string.
Kite With the help of my cousin Qi Xin's Qi Xin, this kite really lived up to expectations and rose a little until it became a black spot. At the moment, he seems to have merged with the blue sky and white clouds.
My heart is suddenly enlightened, yes, it is flying, it is flying with our hope.
The road to growth is like a kite flying into the sky, sometimes difficult, sometimes difficult. But if we try to overcome them, we will be born on the throne of happiness.
Flying a kite fourth grade composition 14 sunny, spring breeze bursts. Today is really a good day to fly a kite. So, my mother asked me to fly a kite. At first, I thought flying kites was easy. I picked up the kite and made it fly. No matter how hard I try, the kite just can't fly.
My mother came over and said, "Run, let the kite fly higher and higher in the air, and then pull the string to let the kite fly higher and higher in the air." However, when I run, the kite will fly very high, but when I stop, the kite will slowly fall to the ground and fail several times in a row. I said angrily, "It's really hard to learn!" "
I went back to ask my mother, and my mother said, "You should learn from the previous failures, sum up the reasons for the failures, and think carefully about why you can't let go?" After listening to my mother's words, I posted it with confidence. I first put the kite on the ground to see the wind direction, then sent it up, and the kite slowly rose to the sky. However, the wind seems to be facing me. The wind changed and the kite fell at once. At this time, I don't panic at all. I remember what my mother said. Pull the string and let it go, and the kite will slowly rise. Finally, my kite rose again and flew freely in the air for the first time.
Finally, I learned to fly a kite, from which I understood a truth: "As long as you persist, you can learn your skills well."
Today is my happiest and most unforgettable day.
On Sunday, my parents took me to the square to fly kites.
It's a beautiful day today. The sky is blue, Wan Li is cloudless and sunny. The sunshine warms me. The weather is really good in spring and March!
There are so many people flying kites in the square, and kites have their own characteristics and shapes. There are eagles flying with wings, golden dragons glittering, and proud and beautiful phoenixes. I photographed dancing butterflies.
Started flying kites, and my father said he would show it to me. He took the kite in his left hand and the kite shaft in his right, threw it up and ran forward quickly. The kite fell before it ran for a while. I laughed beside me, grabbed the kite and said confidently, "I'll do it!" " ! As he spoke, he imitated my father's appearance: holding a kite in his left hand and a kite shaft in his right hand, throwing it up and running quickly. Alas, the kite sticks to the ground like glue and can't fly. At this time, my mother encouraged me: "failure is the mother of success, don't give up, persistence is victory"! After listening to my mother's words, I was full of energy and ran forward with my kite. Grandpa Feng also helped me blow the kite to the height of10m,15m and 20m. My kite flies the highest, and the "butterfly" is particularly beautiful under the sunshine, as dazzling as the glow on the horizon and as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. My father showed a surprised expression.
In the spring of March, it is a good time to fly kites, and we enjoy our happy childhood.