Let go of the kite
Tang Hao
Spring is coming, the wind and the sun are beautiful, a pair of wrongdoers Xiao Qiang Xiaogang, and xueba Xiaohong go to the park to fly kites.
Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites. Xiao Qiang shook his head as he walked, carrying the ancient poems he had just learned. Xiao Gang said on the side, it seems wrong. Today is blowing the west wind, Xiao Qiang is speechless, Xiao Hong laughed, she likes to watch Xiao Gang playing xiao Qiang the most, a hundred times a day can not get tired of watching, angry Xiao Qiang rolled his eyes, or obediently walked into the park with them.
The sky was blue, like a pool of clear water, with a fat little goldfish in it, and a long twisted centipede lying on the rock. Xiao Qiang looked at the kite in the sky, quickly took out his own little swallow, and couldn't wait to say to Xiao Gang: "Let's fly the kite together!" Xiao Gang wanted to refuse, but he thought that the kite forgot at home and had to agree. Xiao Qiang took the line, Xiao Gang lifted the kite, Xiao Qiang ran at the speed of 100 meters sprint, from time to time to look back at the line is not long enough, when the line is long enough, Xiao Qiang shouted a "put", Xiao Gang jumped up and struggled to throw the kite into the air, like a paper airplane carrying dreams, but Xiao Qiang did not look at it, just ran forward.
Running and running, I suddenly saw a colorful triangular kite, which was put by a little boy, and he shouted happily while flying: "The kite has flown!" Fly! It's a long time taller than theirs. Xiao Qiang's competitive spirit was suddenly born, he kept running, kept letting go of the line, and the speed was like a cheetah preying, and finally surpassed the little boy. Xiao Qiang clapped her hands happily, Xiao Gang jumped three feet high with excitement, and Xiao Hong smiled while admiring her butterfly kite flying. They played until it was dark before they came home and disappeared into the night. The kite flew far, it wasn't a kite, it was a dream for children to fly.
(The author is a third grade student of Chongqing Nankai Primary School, instructor: Chen Zhongyu)
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