In my opinion, since ancient times, the stories about spring have almost always been carried by kites. After all, there was no TV, no Internet, relying on kites to connect heaven and earth, don't usher in winter and spring. See all the days when the red attack and green people hold the kite in their hands and attract the spring as deep as the sea, how to "cherish the spring"!
You may wish to close your eyes and think, the kite that is flying in the sky, if it does not fly in the wind, it will soar into the sky. With "eye reconnaissance", the kite is emerging from the slush claws in the spring; the kite will see everything in the world out of thin air. The kite was originally an intangible heritage given to future generations by the ancients.
Reading Lu Xun's kite prose and tasting the "younger brother" of childhood, why did he obsess over the temptation of kites so deeply? Kites are the best childhood playmates for my brother. But for "me", it is the least favorite plaything, "the plaything is lost". When I grew up, "I" still understood my childhood brother, the childlike heart that loved kites.
In this magical land of China, no matter how the dialects of east, west, south and north "collide", kites never pick fat and thin, "throwing east and west". Children living in the north and south, with different dialects, but they all like the messenger of the kite this spring. Kites say with the east wind, laugh with the spring sun, form good friends with children, kites faithfully fly children's innocent dreams...
Climbing Jinfeng Mountain at noon, we walked to the large square on the east side of the Red Army Square, and our eyeballs were dragged by the overwhelming kites. Looking up at the sky, countless kites dance and sprinkle joy in the air; looking down at the ground, kites are ready to fly on the ground stalls, ready to fly in the sky and read the spring colors of the world.
At this time, a little girl of about three or four years old actually quarreled with her mother about flying on a kite. The little girl's growth path and flying dreams were intertwined long ago. The young mother tirelessly talked to her daughter about kites, said about growth, and explained the "mystery" of kite flying...
There is no need to go back to the old, even vague childhood, how to fly a kite. The sight leads the kite in the sky that intends to "return by the wind", soaring in the sky, a long kite line, "long arms control" the kite's placket; everything in the world has a "lead" and "pipe" theory.
A mischievous kite with a variety of shapes, soaring and sleepy, falling to the ground for a short breath, ready for a new round of soaring into the sky. Naughty children, do not want to run to pick kites, do not know that kites are riding the wind to read ancient poems. Qing Gaoding's ancient poem "Village Residence" praises kites and children in this way, and it is said to be shared with visitors and friends.
Grass warblers fly on February days, whisking willows drunk with spring smoke.
Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
Today is a good day on Sunday, flying kites can be addicted to the little pot friends, how can you bear to go home early? Vow to restore the scenes of ancient and modern "kite" poems one by one, bringing the world the endless reverie of traveling to spring and sighing in spring...
Think that in "Dream of the Red Chamber", the Jinling Twelve Chao, at this time, was already impatient in the pile of classics? Rush out of the compound, get close to nature, give poetry and drink tea, sing relatives, right?