"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. "This is the ancient people's description of flying kites in childhood, natural, free, free, spring breeze, childlike. But I never flew a kite in my childhood. Now that I think about it, it is not only technical factors, the key is that the kite at that time was too shabby, and the broken paper and the old stalk were pasted up, often before they were sent to the sky, they were crushed. Yes, in those years when there was not enough to eat, no one cared about whether the child's toys were good or not, and flying a kite in a bitter childhood could only be a luxury.
Occasionally there are one or two kites flying in the blue sky of the countryside, which is the behavior of rich children, and we run behind their butts, sometimes helping them pick up kites, which is a great enjoyment. Running in the freshly green wheat field, the rising ground is sweet, but there is more regret in the warm wind that whistles. When I became a big child and wanted to pick up the kite dream again, I was already on the road to finding a way out and making a living. First I went to school, I went to school, and then I worked hard in the city, like a snail, climbing up step by step. The pressure of survival and life fills the space of life, and it is too full to tolerate a little leisure.
The train of life rolls forward. After becoming a father, I remember going to Shouguang to transport cabbage one year, and when I saw that the streets were full of kites, I suddenly moved my mind - buy a kite for my daughter, and even play with the children. I can't remember the price and appearance of the kite, but I only remember the flowers and greenery, with a long tail. After the kite was brought back to Jinan, it went to the hillside for two consecutive Sundays, ran around, and did not put it up, only to provoke his wife and daughter to complain. When flying a kite for the third time, an old man passing by picked up the kite and swept it up and said, "You are a Jiaodong kite, your body is heavy, we are soft here, we can't put it up." The daughter cried and had to watch the kite go to the sky, persuaded for half a day, and it was not easy to stop - the kite dream ran aground again.
The pace of life is getting faster and faster, so fast that it often leaves the soul behind. Later, in the middle age that dare not be romantic, for the parents to send the end of the pension, the daughter's middle school entrance examination, college entrance examination, employment, marriage, love, childbirth, plus their own work, promotion... A string of life burdens, overwhelmed, sleepless nights, on the verge of deep walking, a little careless, will fall into the gully. Life is a down-to-earth thing, can not tolerate the slightest romance, public affairs, private affairs, big things and small feelings like a stone rolling down the mountain, always impacting, grinding the edges and corners of non-separation. Sleeping late on the weekend is already a luxury, even if you have the heart to fly any kite, you have already thrown these dispensable moods out of the clouds.
When the summer of life gradually goes farther, when the shackles of life have become the past, when everything in the near flower armor has been released, when the third generation has reached the age of running freely in the field, the idea of flying kites flashes in my mind again. On a whim, I said that I would do it, first to the professional store to buy kites, buy equipment, and then choose a spring breeze, sunny day, in the open area of the river in the east of the city, waiting for the wind to come, running a few steps, a loose and a collection and then loose, in the daughter and the little grandson cheering, the kite swayed and flew up, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther. The daughter grabbed the line for a while, and the grandson grabbed it for a while, looking at the kite in the blue sky and the children and grandchildren in front of him, his eyes narrowed into a line, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment. The kite is a Spider-Man shape that unfolds several square meters, and when it flies in the sky, it attracts the onlookers and praise of passers-by.
The number of kites is more frequent, and new contradictions are constantly emerging. One is that the line is too small, and the line is often entangled when the line is closed; the second is that the line is like a knife, and if the line is slightly careless, the hand will be scratched; the third is to grasp the timing of the line that is not good, the wind is strong and the wind is small, the line is hanging, and the kite will be planted.
There is a doorway to the line. With a series of confusions, he began to look for a teacher and friends. Old Meng is an expert in this field, flying kites has a history of more than ten years, full of white hair shining silver in the sun, wide face is like a kite, talking about flying kites is more like a number of family treasures, the head is the Tao. He looked at my kite and the line and said, you have to buy a high-grade line turn, and recommended the URL. In the evening the daughter immediately handled. The next day with new equipment, he went to find Old Meng again, and Old Meng looked at it and said, "Your thread is entangled, you must put all the lines straight over, so that you can save effort when you close the line." ”
Lao Meng continued to guide: "The posture of your line is not right, your right hand cannot be placed on the line, the wind is fast, you can cut your hand on the ground, take the line in your left hand, support it with your right hand, it is best to wear gloves." "He went out of his way to demonstrate, and I quickly got the gist of it. Just when a strong wind came, according to the technique of Professor Lao Meng, the kite jumped into the sky, and Lao Meng shouted on the side: "Put the line, let go the line!" "I turned the line flat, and after a while, almost all the wires were released. Watching the kite spread joy in the sky, it was happy, but it was head up for a while, head down for a while, like a drunk, stumbling, and after a while, the line hung badly, becoming a big arc. "Close the line, close the line, quickly close the line!" Old Meng ordered. But the line in his hand really did not listen to the call, old Meng grabbed the line and was just about to operate it himself, only to see the kite planted at a long distance.
Looking down the line, I found a filling station, circled around it twice, and didn't find the port to go up. The master of the gas station said that no one has gone up since it was built, and a lift is needed to go up, and the ladder cannot be done. I immediately had a big head. My wife called and said, "Kites would rather not be used than foreign faces." ”
At the moment of confusion, the old colleague Zhang Yiming came over, and after he turned around twice, he suddenly shouted: "The kite is upstairs opposite." Sure enough, the kite fluttered outside the unit on the easternmost side of a building, looking painless. Lao Zhang and I quickly ran downstairs to discuss it, and he advocated cutting the line first, and then using the remaining line to tie the stone to flush the kite down. According to the old method of temptation, when the fourth time was thrown, the stone hung on the kite, only to listen to the sound of the whistle, and the kite slipped to the ground. Looking at Lao Zhang's hand again, it may be because the tangled thread heart was cut, and Yin Hong's blood stained half a meter silk thread red, which was painful.
Retrieving the kite, Lao Meng said: "Your game is too dangerous, the kite falls on the road, once the line hangs someone, people will fight with you." Lao Zhang said: "The ignorant are fearless." "We all laughed. Old Meng let me fly the kite again, repeatedly explain the tips and precautions, the line must be quickly closed when the line is hanging, the kite should be released when it is earned at a high place, and it is necessary to judge the situation and retract freely. I grabbed the medicine according to the prescription and carefully explored it, and it worked. On the second day of the Qingming holiday, when I put the kite into the sky again, the kite plunged into the woods again. I found bamboo poles, wires, hooks, pliers, scissors from home, and followed the line into the woods, and finally found it. I connected the bamboo pole, tied the iron hook firmly, looked up and operated carefully, and finally reached the kite, and there were tears (pine oil) on its face, and my eye sockets were moist. As I wrapped my arms around the thread, I said to myself, "I just sewed it this morning, and you ran away, saying that you can't spend the night outside." "Put away the kite and tools, the twilight is thick, the used wire is thrown to the ground, and in the heart, I say: Leave these traces of romance, many years later, maybe someone will come to examine - in April 2022, Master Li flew a kite here." Ha ha.
After bumps and bumps, practice makes perfect, and kite flying is becoming more and more comfortable. Watching it dance happily, I feel that the sky is a big curtain, a large rice paper, you can imagine it and swing it freely, and you can enjoy the dialogue.
In a few days, I will say goodbye to my career, and I will soon become a kite, which can soar freely. But if you think about it, freedom is relative, no matter when and where, every kite is hung by a vague line, looming.