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The story of a kite (imagination)


When I saw the kite, there was a little sadness in my heart, and my father’s kind face came to my eyes...

That was what I lived in the country when I was a child. At that time, my home was not big, dozens of square meters, dim light. Life depends on the meager salary of the average teacher, and there are five children in the family to eat and drink. The mother knits her sweater at home and sells it for a few dollars. I grew up day by day in this rough tea, not asking for wealth, but only living safely.

Once, I played pebbles in front of my house. The rich child next door took a beautiful kite to show off to me, laughing at me "poor ghosts", even no pocket money. I didn't say anything, just kicked the stone aside, bowed my head and silently held back my tears. All this was seen by his father, and his heart was as painful as a knife.

After a few days, when I came home from school, I found a letter on my father's desk and several manuscripts that were modified. I dropped the bag and curiously opened the envelope. At first glance, it was a fifty cents and a notice:

Comrade XXX, your article has been accepted by our agency and paid a fee of five cents. Thank you for your contribution!

XXX Magazine

I read the letter word by word, staring blankly at the five cents in my hand. For a moment, I understood everything: my father didn't want me to be laughed at by my little friends, so he would stay up late to write these days, hoping that his article could be submitted for the purpose of...

I can't help it anymore, tears poured out, thinking of my father's bloodshot eyes, how can I be worthy of my poor father!

After another dozen days, there was a beautiful flower cloth kite at home. I went up and put the kite in my arms, tightly, like holding my father. This little kite contains how many fathers love me!

In my heart, there is a flying kite. This is the father's kite. It embodies every love that my father has for me, cares for me, loves, and countless encouragements.

Fifth grade: vine snake de smiling

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