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Mandarin Proposition Speaking - "Kite Imagination Song"

Kite imagination song

On holidays, I went around the river beach and saw many children flying kites. Long leads, one tied to the sky, one tied to the ground, the child and the kite are wandering between the sky and the earth, and even the heart is wandering in a trance, as if it is back to childhood.

Most of the kites I flew as children were woven by my elders or family members, a few thinly cut stalks, tied with fine yarn into the shape of various birds and beasts, pasted with snow-white pieces of paper, and then used colored pens to outline the patterns of faces and wings. Usually the most pierced are "old eagles", "beauties", "flower butterflies" and so on.

There is an uncle in the front yard of our house, who is good at kite-tying, and is famous far and wide. The kite he tied was not only good-looking, colorful, and flew high, but also stretched a leaf on the kite with a diaphragm cut from a reed, blown by the wind, and made a "buzzing" sound, as if it was the singing of the kite, spreading under the blue sky, adding endless charm to the open world and bringing a little madness to the galloping child's heart.

The kites of the children of our neighbors in that alley were almost all woven by their uncles. His kite does not sell for money, whoever comes to the door to ask for it, give it to whom, he is willing to post his own money to buy materials.

Later, the uncle went overseas, and kite flying gradually became far away from the children. However, every year my uncle wrote to his hometown, and he never forgot to mention kite flying as a child. After the return of Hong Kong, his family letter said that he was only a kite that was flown overseas by his hometown, although it was fluttering and cruising, through the wind and rain, but the head of the line had always been held in the hands of his hometown and // relatives, and now he was too tired to return to his hometown and relatives.

yes. I think, not only uncles, each of us is a kite, held in the hands of our mother, from childhood to adulthood, and then from hometown to the place where the motherland needs it most!

Excerpt from Li Hengrui's "Kite Imagination"

— The Houhou-Ō-essing Landlord , Ying -