Last year's winter seemed particularly long, the cold has been accompanied, so when the spring girl stepped on the light footsteps and came, everything seemed so precious. The sun was shining, the breeze was caressing, the mood became incredibly comfortable, eager to make an affectionate embrace with nature, and shouted loudly, "Go, mom let's fly a kite together!"
Suburban paths, full of the sweetness of the Sinai, I hold up my mother with one hand, asking questions along the way, the wheat seedlings in the field of tantalizing green, a few adults with children squatting there digging weeds, the heart can not help but come out of the sentence: "We dig is not weeds, is the mood!" Far away from the noise of the city, wholeheartedly devoted to this cozy tranquility, happy like wings, people can not help but want to sing loudly! Passionate atmosphere also infected the mother, she is like a bird in my side of the twitter Zaza, or follow the singing of a sentence or two can not find the north and south of the tune. Through the path to the square, the crowd suddenly dense, full of flying kites to the people to tell the beauty of spring. The sound of children's laughter was everywhere like silver bells, and all the mothers and fathers were infected by their children's happiness, feeling the relaxation and joy.
I let my mom help me pick a "Ultraman" kite, when the kite is up, the child cheered loudly, hands and feet, jumping and jumping to release the happiness of the heart, looking at the sky to make a person's eyes confused, the shape of the kite, the thoughts were taken to the sky, a few bamboo strips, a white paper woven into the childhood happiness, when together with my mom DIY kite, I was very happy, I was so happy. When I flew a DIY kite with my mom, my feet jumped out of the sky. My mother said that although she didn't have so many colorful toys in her childhood, but in those years and months, there were not so many skyscrapers, not so much traffic, and it seemed to be surrounded by green trees, red flowers, and young grass. The opportunity to be close to nature was far higher than my present ...... "Mom, the kite is so beautiful!" My shout brought my mom back from her thoughts. "Mommy, why does the kite have to be pulled by a string!" "That's a kind of love, baby! It's like there's always a thread tightly connected between mommy and you, and no matter how high or how far you fly, mommy's heart is always with you!" Hearing these words from my mom, I feel that I am the happiest person in this world, mom, my son will always love you!
Beautiful March, even if you can't go down to Yangzhou, you must spend more time with your parents, go to the countryside to release the paper kites, to fly love!