The spring rain came, but the people on the square seem to be unwilling to enjoy this expensive as oil spring rain, running away. The whole square, there are only two people and a paper kite flying in the sky ......
The sky before the spring rain, a lot of clouds, but does not appear to be dense, there are rays of sunlight from the clouds through the cracks, irradiated in the square above. This kind of sky makes people think that it is not going to rain, so they come to the square to release the paper kites, and my father and I are also in the crowd. But today the wind was too soft to send the kites high into the sky. People were not discouraged and tried their best to let their kites fly. But the fact was always disappointing, no one could put the paper kites higher than the giant horse in the center of the square, which became an insurmountable height for the paper kites. "It won't fly high!" I concluded, as I always like to do at the beginning of things. But my father disagreed with my conclusion and ran away laughing, he told me to wait and see! Father looked for the direction the wind was coming from. The wind, sometimes east, sometimes west, like a naughty child. Father then ran back and forth with this naughty boy from east to west and from west to east. The paper kite did not disappoint my father, and flew up to the sky, and surpassed the tall "heavenly horse". "Good technique, right?" My father asked me. The paper kite for my father to compete, and I?
It was raining, and people were busy packing up and running away. My father asked me, "Going back?" I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it. Will certainly have a different flavor, I would like to try, then proposed: let me go back to get the umbrella, come back and then put together. My father agreed, and I quickly ran home. On the way home, the rain was not yet heavy, just a light drizzle. When I went downstairs again, the rain was much heavier, and the wind was blowing in my face. I went back to my father with my umbrella, gasping for breath. My father's skill was so good that he finished releasing a large bundle of thread, and the paper kite had become a small dot jumping happily in the wind and rain. The rain got heavier and drifted into the umbrella with the gusty wind, wetting my father's and my clothes. My father said, "Let's go under a tree to take shelter from the rain while playing!" So we went to a nearby camphor tree and continued to release the paper kites.
The wind and rain in the sky is much more violent than on the ground, and the higher the kite flies, the greater the difficulties it encounters. Can it withstand this kind of wind and rain? I'm worried about it, and I'm also worried about myself. In the middle of my thoughts, the kite tumbled. The kite tumbled and fell down rapidly, and what I feared finally happened! The kite was going to fall, no matter how tough it was, it would not be able to withstand the wind and rain! My father didn't want the kite to fall, so he rushed into the rain and kept shaking the thread in his hand. Finally, under my father's efforts, the kite flew into the sky again. My father breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in my heart also fell to the ground. I looked at my father with surprise, he had paid a lot for the kite, and he had high expectations for the kite. The water stained my father's clothes, were those tears of gratitude from Paper Kite? Thank you for the father's contribution, thank you for the father's efforts, thank you for the father's expectations. It is the father's contribution, effort and expectation that the paper kite can fly high and grow in the storm! Looking at the shadow of the paper kite dancing in the air, I thought of myself ......
There is water sliding down from the face and flowing into the mouth, it is sweet and salty ......