One Sunday morning, it was sunny and sunny, and spring was everywhere. The fruit trees are blooming and the wicker is sprouting. From a distance, it looks like clouds of green fog and beautiful braids of big sister. Trees and flowers are scrambling to dedicate their fragrance and beauty to Mother Earth. What a beautiful scenery!
Some children are flying kites on the football field not far from the school. There are so many kites in the blue sky! That's a crane, that's a centipede, that's a parrot, that's an eagle ... all kinds of flying in the sky, very beautiful.
In the distance, children in twos and threes are playing their favorite kites with great interest and concentration. They are pulling the kite string, and the kite is high and low for a while, as if dancing. I saw a little boy in Dongla, in Sila. Kites sometimes fly low and sometimes fly high. Soon, the kite flew into the air. It seems to say proudly, "Look, I can fly the highest!" " "Next to them, the two children seem to be tired of running, sitting on the ground and watching the kite fly freely.
A child nearby is happily flying a dragonfly. You see, he has a thread in his right hand and a spool in his left, smiling at his kite. "Big Dragonfly" flapped its wings, blinked its big red eyes and jumped straight up. After a while, the kite caught up with the butterfly, caught up with the kite and hid in the clouds. Little Doudou, who had never been to school, saw it and jumped three feet high with joy, and kept shouting, "Oh dear! Fly,' dragonfly' is gone,' dragonfly' is gone, my brother is great, my brother is great! " At this time, a plane flew over, and the "dragonfly" flew higher than the plane.
I saw it, and my heart itched. I found my own "butterfly", ran out of the door and put it with everyone. It is easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider. Butterfly wobbles like a drunk. I shook the string, but the kite was like an ant on hot bricks-running around. I'm in a hurry. It's no use running. What should we do? I thought, "I'll ask someone else!" " So I ran to ask the owner of the dragonfly, "How can I make the kite fly as high as the dragonfly?" "He looked at me, then at the kite and said," It has something to do with the style of the kite and the airflow in the air. In addition, if you know the direction of the airflow, you can fly very high. " I listened and nodded. At this time, the wind on the football field was very strong. I shook the line a few times and the kite flew. "Pay off, pay off ..." he said. I let go, but I can't pull it out at the moment. My friend was impatient and grabbed the spool in my hand. He held the spool in his left hand and pointed his head at the kite. The spool shouted "Yi Yi". After flying a kite, I thought, "I didn't expect to have the skill of flying a kite." "
fly a kite
On Sunday, my mother and I came to Xingyue Square to fly kites.
I used to have an eagle kite. When it is placed in the sky, it will spread its wings freely in the blue sky. Unfortunately, it has broken its wings now. The eagle kite is broken, so my mother and I have to buy another kite. This time I took a fancy to a beautiful "big butterfly". The orange body was covered with dark green stripes, so we bought this "big butterfly".
The exciting moment has arrived, and our "big butterfly" will fly to the sky. But this "big butterfly" seems to be against me. As soon as I left the ground, it was like breaking my wings and falling straight down. At that time, there was only a kite in the sky, a "swallow" in a red robe, as if catching pests in the field.
Suddenly I found our "big butterfly" flying in the sky, and I was fascinated by it. But in a few minutes, it fell straight again. In this way, I tried several times and fell down.
No way, my mother and I had to exchange a "big goldfish" with the kite seller. When we changed kites and walked to the center of the square, the kite in the sky was holding a flying competition.
Look at that colorful "little satellite" with its tail spinning around, as if exploring Mars in space. The kite in the sky not only flies very high, but also has a "big butterfly", whose white body is covered with blue stripes and rises slowly with the flapping of its wings. The one that flies lowest is a brown "Kitty Hawk", which is the smallest kite, perhaps because its little wings is not hard.
After watching it for a long time, none of the kites are "big goldfish". I told my mother to let the color of the "big goldfish" fly to the sky quickly. I asked my mother to hold the "big goldfish" high, and I ran forward quickly, paying off the line while running. I shouted for my mother to let go of her hand quickly. In a short time, our "big goldfish" flew steadily into the sky, its two pairs of big wings flapped slightly and its eyes kept spinning. Suddenly, a "grimace" caught up with our "big goldfish" I said to my mother, "pay off, pay off." Ah, our big goldfish has surpassed the grimace! I was beaming with joy.
There are more and more kites in the sky, which are more colorful against the blue sky.
fly a kite
It was a Sunday, and my sister and I came to the square to fly kites. Wow! There are so many kites in the square! All kinds, there are red goldfish, white rabbits, black swallows … Ah! I don't know whose kite this is. It flew so high and far that it almost became a point.
My sister and I should put it down quickly! Otherwise, we can't catch up with others. I picked up the spool, and my sister held our kite and big plane above my head. I grabbed the spool and ran quickly, releasing it as I ran. At this time, my sister had let go of the kite, and I dragged the kite for a while before stopping, only to see our "plane" rising steadily into the sky. Dad came and taught me to put it higher. I saw him holding the spool, pulled it a few times first, and then stepped back. He said it was artificial ventilation. His eyes were fixed on the kite, and his left hand kept swinging the line. Suddenly, the wind stopped and my father quickly closed the line. When I was halfway through, the wind came again, and the kite suddenly came to the "spirit" and slowly flew into the sky. Father kept paying off, and the "plane" flew higher and higher.
Dad said: flying a kite must go against the wind, which is called advancing despite difficulties. Yes, facing difficulties is the choice of the wise and brave.