Kite and thread 800 words 1
Thread is another pair of wings of a kite. Kite, the thread is broken, how can you fly? -inscription
He used to be a kite, a naive kite. Whether it's a light ink crab kite or a tender centipede kite or a lone tile kite. The important thing is that he can fly! It used to float in the snowy gray sky in Beijing, low and tentative, and he came back when grandma called for dinner. He is still running among budding willows and peaches in bud, and he becomes gentle with them in spring. He grows, he flies, he fantasizes. Then at his most beautiful and arrogant age, a gust of wind blew him to northern Shaanxi, and he went to the countryside, still the ordinary, naive and flying kite.
Is it flying too far, or is the wind in northern Shaanxi too crazy? One day, he couldn't fly, and his seemingly intact wings lost their strength! God should be jealous of his humble wings? If God is crazy, why did he win the lottery?
As far as fate is concerned, don't talk about justice.
This is how he felt after many years. Over the years, he has been in and out of the neurology department of Friendship Hospital. He said in his self-report: "The neurology ward of Friendship Hospital has 12 ward. Except for 1 and No.2, I have lived in other 10 wards. " And that time, that is, the first of three times, he lived for a year and a half, and the day he was discharged from the hospital was the time when his wings were declared completely damaged.
As I said, he is a kite, an ordinary, naive and flying kite. Being carried out of the hospital is something he never thought of before. Is a kite with a broken wing still a kite? Losing his wings, his temper became furious and unpredictable: "looking at the array of returning to the north in the sky, I will suddenly smash the glass in front of me;" Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I will suddenly throw what I have on hand on the surrounding wall ... "
He was immersed in the pain of losing his wings and ignored the thread that was more painful than him. He later said, "At that time, her son was still young and didn't miss his mother. He was stunned by fate and thought he was the most unfortunate person in the world. He doesn't know that his son's misfortune is always doubled with his mother. " When he was furious, his mother quietly hid out and secretly listened to his movements where he could not see; When he was calm, his mother tried every means to persuade him to go out for a walk; When he ran to the Ditan alone, his mother helped him get into a wheelchair and watched him swing out of the yard. During the hours when he left home, his mother fidgeted and fidgeted; When he stayed in the garden for too long, his mother came to see him and took a lot of anxious roads ... but he didn't understand all this until later. When he did this, his 49-year-old mother was dead.
Kite flies high, be careful of the line like a knife. How tight is the line like a knife? How much strength have you suffered? Flying again and again, taking back again and again, how scarred is this line in the ups and downs? Does the thread say to the kite, "Think for me ..."
My mother's last words before she fell into a coma were: "My sick son and my underage daughter ..."
Thread is another pair of wings of a kite. The string is broken and the kite is full of holes. How will you fly?
He thought of death, not only thought of it, but even "lying in bed all day without saying a word, his heart is always completely blank, and then filled with a dead word." A mass of wires in his ward can't help but make people guess. But he survived after all, at least not to seduce death. Because of friendship? Because love has a desire to create? Or because of mom? Perhaps this sentence can give us the answer: "I am not dead, I can't walk, and I have hope and fear for the future." In the coming years, many unexpected things will happen. Sometimes I still meditate on' God bless' and fall into a daze, but one day I began to understand God, who has a more specific name-spirit. In the confusion of science and the chaos of fate, people can only rely on their own spirit. No matter what we believe, it is a description and guidance of our own spirit. "
What he found can be called "invisible wings". Did the kite fly? I don't know. But what I know is that the soul of a kite will never forget to fly.
"It is autumn again. My sister pushed me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are warm and deep, and autumn wind is blooming brilliantly. I know mom's unfinished flowers, and so does my sister. We are together, have a good life ... "
-I want to use this article to commemorate the fourth anniversary of the death of my beloved writer Shi Tiesheng.
Kite and thread 800 words 2
Every child who leaves home is a kite flown by his parents, and that constant love is the string on which the kite is tied.
I am a kite carefully woven by my father. When the spring breeze blows in the field, I begin to fly under the guidance of my father, wandering all the way, confused all the way, fighting all the way, fighting all the way until I soar in the vast blue sky.
When I was a child, I was the baby in my father's hand. My father's deep concern, like kite string, makes me warm and feel safe. I never feel lonely and lonely.
Later, when I was old enough to go to school, my father took me to the spring breeze and let me fly. My father is a kite-flying man, and my father's big palm is tied to our kite string. In order to let me fly into the blue sky early, he lifted me high and ran hard on the earth. Although he was exhausted, he ran like hell. Naughty, I always want to break away from my father's bondage, which makes my father very angry and even picks up the whip in my hand. Just like that time, some new snacks came to the canteen next to my home. I clamored to learn, but my mother refused. I was unwilling to take money from the drawer quietly and buy delicious snacks. This move was seen by my father. Without saying anything, he picked up the whip and gave me a good beating. At that time, I remember that I was an aboveboard person and turned into a kite yearning for the blue sky and sunshine.
When I was a teenager, I slowly flew into the blue sky under the traction of my father, and tied the line between me and my father, which was the expectant look in my father's eyes.
When I entered junior high school, I stopped living with my father every day, started boarding and went home once a week. When my father spent less time in charge of me, I began to indulge myself, and my father's deterrence gradually decreased. Once, when I came back from school and finished eating, my father asked me to go for a walk. On the way, my father told me, "You have grown up. It would be bad if I picked up the whip as before. Now you should think about who you are studying for, the way you do things, and the way you get along with others. I can't make decisions for you anymore. I have to learn to handle and deal with it myself. " My father's eager eyes hugged me tightly. In my future flight, I will have more goals, less confusion, more understanding, less parochialism, more opinions and less blind obedience.
It is those eager eyes that make me try my best to face the blue sky and sunshine. My world is getting better and better and my knowledge is getting wider and wider, but the thread in my father's hand always controls my emotions.
As an adult, I have been running for a living all the year round. When I got home, my father didn't talk much, but the joy and satisfaction in his eyes deeply shocked me. For the joy and happiness in those eyes, I can only fly up wholeheartedly, because that is my father's wish.
My kite-flying, led by my father, flies higher and more steadily every day, but I don't know that my father who flies kites has grown white hair and his health is getting worse every day. Nevertheless, my father kept a close eye on his kite, hoping that he could fly higher and farther.
Every flying kite has its owner and kite string, and I am the kite in my father's hand. Under his traction, my sky is getting wider and wider, my world is getting more and more exciting, and my pace is getting more and more steady. ...
I want to thank my father, who flies a kite.
Kite and string 800 words 3
In the blue sky, white clouds are swimming quietly, a cool breeze is blowing gently, and a kite is flying into the sky.
It's like a five-or six-year-old child chasing and frolicking in a vast flat square with an innocent smile on his face and a slender thread in his hand. His clear eyes were attracted by colorful kites, surrounded by innocent laughter from children. His parents looked at him with gentle and deep eyes. They didn't notice that the line was ignored.
She wore a colorful skirt and danced with the wind in the blue sky, attracting attention. Her freedom and beauty attracted the admiration of her young master. So she held her head high and looked down on the slender and ugly line more and more.
The child is happy to fly a kite. If he can understand the language from another world, he will be eclipsed. Flying a kite in the sky, originally full of joy, she was disturbed by the ugly thread pulling it tightly behind her, glanced disdainfully and flew into a rage at the thread; "You always follow my ass, dirty and ugly, which will only tarnish my beautiful image. I advise you to think hard. You have the face to show others, I don't! " Every sentence reveals her dissatisfaction with the thread, like an arrow through the heart, awkward.
As time goes on, the young master likes her more and more. When she is free, she will run to that open space to fly a kite. Also get better treatment than usual, and become more and more rude in front of the line. After all, the thread can't stand it. Those words that have been suppressed for a long time gush out like a volcanic eruption: "I am ugly and will only tie you behind my ass, not as beautiful and inconspicuous as you, but have you thought about the consequences of leaving me?" Kate was shocked, and scenes of the past appeared in front of her eyes. Regret occupied her whole heart, and pride slowly faded from her eyes. There is a slight irony in the tone of the lines: "I admit that I envy your beauty, too, but it seems that this is all." You are disgusting! " The kite blushed and bowed its head silently. At that moment, in the eyes of the internet, she faded away and became delicate and touching. "You ... I ..." she stammered. Right ... no ... up ... "The sound is like a filament, but the lines are still clear. He said reproachfully, "It doesn't matter. We are all good friends. It's good to know your mistakes. " Say that finish, the line smiled, and so did the kite. That smile is like a rainbow after rain, pure and beautiful.
As always, the sky, the wind is still so cool, and the clouds can't bear loneliness. Kites and strings fly freely with the children's cheerful laughter, and the happy smiles on their faces are as bright as the sun passing through the clouds.
Kite and thread 800 words 4
Kite, although it can fly in the blue sky, needs the connection and control of thread. Aren't we the same? Although we can travel around the world outside, don't we need the care and love of our parents? This is us and that is our parents. ...
After the kite flies high, it can overlook the earth, but without this thread, it has no chance to fly. Our parents, clutching the thread tightly at the other end, are always watching us for fear that we will make mistakes carelessly.
Some people are mature inside, thinking that they can fly independently, do whatever they want, and are no longer controlled by their parents. What is the result? Trapped on the ground, I can't fly anymore!
Parents carefully let us out and let us learn to stand on our own feet. In fact, they are still protecting us. What about us? It's novelty, and mistakes are collected by parents. If anything happens to you, your parents will die of grief.
When the kite is tired, the thread will take it back to rest. We are tired, why don't our parents compensate us? Some people are still dissatisfied. I have seen such a news:
There is a boy whose parents are not at home all the year round and live with his grandparents. After his grandparents died, his parents came back. But he often talked back to his parents, got mixed up with delinquent teenagers, and was later put in prison for taking drugs. ...
You may think that this is the fault of my parents, but on the contrary, my parents have tried their best to make up for it, in exchange for my son's heartless face and subsequent bad news. Why would they do that? For a happy life for a family of three?
On the way to struggle, we should look back appropriately to see if there is still a love left behind. See if anyone has been worried about you!
Kite and thread 800 words 5
Spring is the season for flying kites. At the height of the library, there are often many colorful kites flying in the air, setting a colorful edge for the monotonous sky.
Some parents hold a stick in one hand and pull the thread in the other. The rope and kite cooperate well. The kite can fly around in the warm spring breeze because it is supported by this thread. When adults release the thread, they release it, which makes the kite fly higher and farther. Once there is a contradiction between the kite and the string, the string is broken and it can't fly, so it falls from the air. And this thick, long and ugly line can only sigh in place. People often see beautiful kites flying back and forth in the sky, but they don't know that the thread is supporting the kite behind.
Lines and kites are like young us and our parents. When we were young, we always wanted to get rid of our parents. We want to enter the society as soon as possible, and the society is beautiful and fair in our hearts. We hope our parents can let go, help us and let us travel alone. But when our parents helped us fly, we couldn't fly. We thought we were strong and fell into a trough.
Just like the day I went shopping in the mall alone, I couldn't buy many things because I didn't bring enough money. Originally, my mother wanted to give me some money, but I refused: "I have grown up, so you don't need to help me!" " "Recalling what I said to my mother at home, I think I am.
That kite with broken wings, I don't need my mother's help all the time, but I am willful because of pride! When our parents help us fly again, we will become that dazzling kite again. When we succeeded, this thick, thin and ugly thread, our parents, he was already exhausted.
The unconditional promise between the thread and the kite makes the kite fly back and forth in the air, and our parents pay unconditionally for us, making us willful.
Kites and strings
There are always some kites flying in the sunny sky. They want to get rid of the traction of the thread so as to fly higher, but will they be happy after getting what they want? -inscription
If you are a kite, do you want to run away from your parents? One day, when you really leave the care of your parents and step into the society, you will be helpless, just like a kite being injured by raindrops; Running around like a headless fly; Finally fell to the ground. I used to be an unruly kite.
When I grew up, I began to get tired of my mother's nagging. I have to divert my attention from my mother's nagging or try to avoid being with her. That day, some friends asked me out to play, and my mother nagged, "Jiajia, you have to go home at night. Pay attention to safety and don't play dangerous games ... "So, my friends laughed at me for being so big, and I still had to listen to my mother say that I was a" mother treasure girl ". I couldn't swallow this breath and went home in a fit of pique. At this time, my mother nagged again, and I was depressed. I quickly interrupted my mother's words, thinking of my mother and yelling, "It's because of your nagging that they laugh at me." "Say that finish, I rushed to the room and slammed the door, leaving only my mother's warm eyes and tears.
From that day on, my mother never nagged me again, and I always felt unnatural.
One day, my mother had something urgent to go out and left me alone at home. But my mother is a little uneasy and unwilling to go out. After I patted my chest and promised, she left helplessly. When I heard the door slam, I was as excited as being liberated by the Tang Priest, like the Monkey King who had been kept under Wuzhishan for 500 years. I was lying on the sofa, eating snacks and watching TV. It was 12, but I forgot to eat. So, when I was hungry, "Gollum ~" called me, remembering that I hadn't eaten lunch, I opened the cupboard, but the food was cold, so I had to endure it.
When my mother came home, I suddenly felt that my mother was the timely rain, which solved my upset mood. Although it's just a very ordinary home-cooked dish, I tasted the dew. At that time, I realized that the ubiquitous nagging in life is my mother's selfless and silent love for me. I realized that I shouldn't lose my temper with my mother.
So, I, a prodigal son, wrote a letter to my mother to express my apologies. The letter wrote:
Dear mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't lose my temper with you. I'm too young to understand. Please forgive me.
As a result, my dear mother forgave me, and now she can hear the nagging full of love again.
I firmly believe that I can fly higher and farther under the traction of my parents and family!
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