An interesting thing

I remember last year, the sky was clear, and my father and I had a good time to fly a kite after eating breakfast.

We came to the square and there are already many people flying kites. Look, how tall the eagle is flying! There are also many kites with small goldfish and butterflies. Seeing such a situation, I thought: my kites must fly higher than they fly.

I asked my father to raise my kite righteously. I took the spool and ran back against the wind. While laying the line, when I retired to a dozen meters, I said aloud to my father: "Let! "My father loosened the kite, and I turned and flew around with the kite." Running and running, suddenly the kite fell to the ground. I was very depressed, but I didn't feel discouraged. I went to a larger open space to fly a kite. This time I finally put the kite on. I ran and laid the line, and from time to time I took a kite line. My kite flew higher and higher. Look, how beautiful my big sister is! The wings fanned out as if they were dancing in the sky. My mood has suddenly got better.

Although it is difficult to put a kite, how fun it is to fly a kite!

Fourth grade: a little love one day