Flying in the blue sky, the flying kite

Still sitting in front of the window, still holding the pen that my mother sent me last year, still in front of piles of homework. I don't know when it started, it became my whole world. But I hate this world!

Suddenly a cool wind blew, licking the blindfolded hair, looking up, there are many kites in the sky. The children downstairs are happily pulling the line and trying to make their kites fly higher. They laughed happily. I don't know if spring is open.

But then what, I can only pull the curtains and continue to bury my head.

Mom came, carrying a glass of water and said, "Daughter, come, drink a glass of water." Her eyes are full of hope. That is "Women into the Phoenix"...

Dad came, holding a kite and said: "My daughter is boring all day at home, and it is so boring, go, go out and fly a kite."

I jerked up and smiled. I saw my mother was upset and looked down in disappointment. "Okay," Mom said. "But don't play for too long."

"Good." I rushed downstairs.

Going to the grass, the children are gone! What is left is the green eyes...

Pulling the line in his hand and looking at the sky, it is a bird that can't see what kind of bird. It also seems to be strange to this sky, shameful, crumbling in midair, I am thinking...

Suddenly I felt the line in my hand tightened and licked the hair that was blown by the wind. Seeing that the kite was working hard to fly upwards, he waved his wings and a flock of birds flew past him.

"Knock him like, haha, how can you not fly!" said one.

He seems to be greatly stimulated, frantically swaying his wings, and I can't hold him anymore. Suddenly a thought flew over my mind: let him fly, give him freedom...

With a bang, the kite got out of the bondage and ran to the sky. He was so happy and soared in the sky. Like a young eagle who just learned to fly. "Oh!" I laughed and really happy for him. If I were him, how good...

I am happy to chase him, the grass under my feet kisses my feet softly, the cool wind warmly touches my cheeks, as if I am also out of the world, to the paradise of freedom. Ha ha…

suddenly! The hair covered my eyes, I stopped, and there was a bad feeling. Slowly dialing the development silk, the kite is gone! I panicked around and looked at the birds. They said, "I said it, it will never fly. Look, yes!"

He is in the tree! He was tightly wrapped around the branches, and he tried hard to get rid of it, struggled, and struggled. Yes, it does not help. He looked at me, I don't know what it was, maybe it was resentment and regret.

I stared at him with no expression. I am thinking, I am not the kite...

It seems that my parents also tied an invisible line to me, which bound my freedom and forced me to study. I also tried to get rid of it, but I looked at my parents' hard work and ardent hope. I can't bear it, I can only adapt to it slowly, but my heart always rejects it. Like the kite, the bird's words angered him. I am also "good" to say that he wants to give him "freedom"? The final outcome is that he will never return home.

Maybe I don't know about the world, but I really hope that my parents don't shut me too tight. The 15-year-old flower season needs to be happy.

The third middle school of Hexian City, Shandong Province, the third day: Li Duanyang