fly a kite

There are many traditional cultural festivals I like, such as dumplings, dumplings, and lanterns. Among them, my favorite is to fly a kite.

On Sunday afternoon, we arrived at the lawn of the convention center and were ready to start flying kites. Unfortunately, my kite support frame seems to be long-legged, I don't know where to go. I looked around on the lawn and found a half-hour support frame. As soon as I looked up and saw that everyone's kites were flying high and far, my heart was upset. At this time, my mother saw the person who was selling the kite, and she came up with an idea. She went up and bought a suitable support frame and said to me: "Chen Chen, your kite can be released, let's fly a kite!" I heard this and immediately laughed again. A bright smile. I took the kite, ran and ran... There were many working kites flying in the sky: some were like the eagle hovering; some were like rockets shooting into the sky; some were like airplanes gliding in the sky; others were smiling like smiles. I couldn't help but think of a poem: The grass grows and flies in February, and the embankment is drunk with spring smoke. The children’s school is back in the morning, busy with the wind and the paper. Although it is not February, my mood is as bright as spring.

Third grade: Fujian Millennium