Writing Ideas and Key Points:Take kite-flying as the theme, and describe the action of kite-flying.
Body:
One autumn afternoon, my father took me to East Lake. The scene was beautiful, a lot of kites floating over the square: there are like dragonflies, like butterflies, like eagles ......, fluttering in the air. I jumped at the chance to try, my father saw my mind and accompanied me to buy a kite that looked like a fighter jet.
We went to a sparsely populated area of the square. Dad said "You run against the wind with the kite and let go when you feel the kite pulling upwards, and the kite will fly." I ran forward in accordance with my father's said, the kite soon pulled me, I left hand a loose, while running back to see, only to see the kite upward a little bit, and soon swooped down, fell heavily on the ground. Luckily, this "fighter" is made of silk cloth, not broken.
Dad said, "You're not experienced enough, let me show you!" I saw my father pinching the knot of the kite with his left hand, holding the string in his right hand, jogging forward against the wind, soon the back of the kite bulged, my father let go and turned around, the kite floated up with the wind, my father's right and left hands cooperated, and kept letting go of the string with a tightening and a loosening, and the kite was soon higher than the flagpole.
Dad told me to keep on flying, I pulled on the line, pulling a bit, letting go of a section, the kite flew higher and higher, over the International Hotel. My heart felt like it was floating up with it.
"You put the line away and fly the kite again," Dad's voice woke me up. I was about to reel in the line when, by mistake, the ball of string fell to the ground. I yelled, "No!" The kite was already dragging the strings high in the air and sliding forward, my dad ran to catch up with me and grabbed the strings, and I also rushed and leaned down to retrieve the strings. Then, I carefully grabbed the string and slowly retracted it, and the kite obediently came down.
I learned my father's method and flew the kite over and over again, sometimes flying very high, sometimes with other people's kite lines twisted together and tangled up, I could only patiently retract the line to separate, no one complained about anyone, and we all had a very happy time.
With this "fighter", I went out to fly it many times.
With this "fighter", I went out and flew it many times, and it is still in a corner of my study!