Fly

In the summer vacation of the fourth grade, I encountered the "spring breeze". Don't be alarmed. If you have experienced the "torture" of practicing track and field in the hot summer days like me, then the cool, gentle breeze will make you feel like the spring breeze, really comfortable!

Accompanied by the "spring breeze", I continued to go home. When I arrived at the door of my house, I suddenly saw many people flying kites on the square. I couldn’t help but stop watching: a colorful kite was ups and downs in the air, up and down, right? beautiful! Among them are retro-style swallows, simple and simple octagonal, they compete in the air... A beautiful scene comes into my eyes.

After watching it for a long time, my heart felt irritated and eager to try to fly a kite. Although, I don't even have any idea what my kite looks like, but it doesn't matter, I want to participate.

I stepped up and ran home, and I came to my parents to come to the kite at home. The kite has not "breathed" fresh air for several years, and the layer of paper on it has been filled with dust and dirt. The father picked up the kite, took a few paper towels and wiped off the dust, and began to guide me how to put it. My father said a pass and let me go. I have already been unable to live, my father just finished the instructions, and rushed out of the house with a kite.

I ran to the square to pick up the kite, and I was also interested in preparing to fly a kite. I followed the skill and experience of my father just called me, carefully grasping the small wooden spool in my hand, excitedly flying in the square, picking up the line little by little, putting the line...

I tried hard and kept trying, and the kites in my hands finally flew up. I didn't dare to put the kite too high, because I hadn't let go of a kite a few times before, and I was afraid that the kite that I put on would fall down again. So, at first I only put the kite in the air for more than two or three meters. However, I immediately felt a little addicted, because my kite was a little too low compared to other people. So, I put it a little bit more than five meters in the air.

However, just as I put the line little by little, suddenly, a very fine wind blew, my kite was almost blown away by it, but fortunately I grabbed the line. Otherwise, the wind will be a little bigger, and my kite will be "shouldered". I dare not let it go higher. The little kite and I have only a slender line that is almost invisible. This thin line is so weak and weak in the unpredictable wind, as if it is not managed at all. Live a big kite. To be on the safe side, let's lower it!

I began to slowly pick up the line, and the kite returned to the next two or three meters. I had a sigh of relief, and both hands held the bobbin and the line tightly, and did not dare to loosen a hand. I was afraid that the nasty wind would break the line, all I could do was grab the spool tightly. The kite was still flying at low altitude, and I gradually let go of my heart. Suddenly, an invisible sound seems to echo in my ear again: "Let's go up a bit, don't be nervous, you can put it in." I want to think about it for a long time, think about it for a long time, or fly a little higher, don't White is here to fly a kite.

So, I started to slowly put the line again. The kite rose again little by little, a little bit away from me, getting smaller little by little, my heart hanging again. It has already been placed in the air more than ten meters high, but the wind like the one just did not scrape again. The kite is very obedient to me, and it is almost as high as the highest kite in the crowd. A sense of pride arises.

At this time, I found that this seemingly weak and weak line has completely controlled the kite. The kite can only be left at my mercy, and I finally let go of my heart. In a short while, the wind came again. My kite just shook a little, not as fast as before, but it didn't have much impact. I looked at the kite and looked around, smiling with a smile.

But at this moment, a group of black birds who couldn’t name them passed over the roof of the 30-story building in front of me, and the mouth screamed from time to time. I thought: Birds We are free to fly so high in the air, why can't my kite? Besides, a broken balloon is not flying higher than a bird, is it farther away? I changed my mind. Who doesn't like freedom now? I thought as I put the line.

After a while, the line has already reached the end, and the kite has soared at a height of more than 30 meters. At this time, a wind more than the previous two winds of winds scraped over, I thought: Oh, it is God to help me too! I pretend that I didn't respond. The hand that pulled the line kept rubbing the kite line, and I hoped that the line that still kept the kite kept breaking off, so that I could The kite is flying freely. Under the wind and my "destruction", in a short while, I heard the "stinging" and the kite line was broken. Then the kite flew high. I pretended to be astonished, holding the spool and watching it go, hoping it would fly freely in the sky. I stared at the kite, and the scene of the kite went away in my mind. However, the kite fluttering at high altitude for a few times, then rushed down like a fierce dive bomber, and suddenly swayed a few times in the air, and began to rush down...

Finally, along with the sound of the filigree strips and the muddy tiles, it floated like a piece of paper on the square in the distance, motionlessly shruggling the wooden skeleton and lying on the ground.

The kite actually fell!

Yes! The kite really fell.

I have nothing to say, standing in the same place, without a word.

I thought that if I got rid of the shackles of the line, it would fly higher and farther. However, it still fell, this is an ironclad fact. Maybe, when it hasn't learned to fly, it may only be bundled. In this process of continuous learning and progress, it can completely try to fly higher, but never do whatever it pleases. It desperately wants to get rid of the shackles of the line, desperately fighting for the so-called freedom, and then "flying" in the sky, but that is not enough. Because, then, it will fall to the ground immediately, and after some repairs, it will be able to get back and fly again, but it has already lost its early vitality, replaced by a sick body and countless patches. . Isn't this an iron-clad fact?

I have a lot of thoughts. I think, why are we not the same? Yes, if we are too arrogant, proud, and complacent, we will fall into the bottom of life. The broken kite quickly changed from 30 meters to 0 because it was too free to be too arrogant, too proud, too complacent. Looking back now and in the past, many young people are also like broken kites, aren't they? Kite can be repaired, and people can be rehabilitated. However, these young people are still not aware of their own crisis. I think, I can't repeat their mistakes. How many people like this ordinary kite line, obscurity and selfless dedication, aren’t our parents and teachers like this? They "manage" us like the line, but we want to escape. We must have had such an idea: I hope you will let go, let us fly freely. But now I hope that they will better control me, because today's bondage has laid a solid foundation for tomorrow's freedom. I hope that in the near future, I can really fly freely in the sky.

Thinking of this, I am deeply ashamed of my impulsive impulse. I bent down with satisfaction and picked up the kite and my father who had broken the line on the ground. That kite is really beautiful.

Fifth grade: rose red wings