fly a kite

On Sunday morning, there was no cloud, and the spring breeze, I went to the beach with my father and mother to fly a kite.

There are so many kites in the sky, there are small fish, bees, and butterflies. My kites are beautiful sheep, and the beautiful sheep is wearing a pink skirt with two bows on the head and a pair of black. The bright eyes are beautiful, the beautiful sheep are flying freely in the sky, and nodded to the bird for a while, and smiled slightly toward the sun, and then danced with the spring breeze. I stood on the beach and looked at the high. The blue sky, watching the kite flying higher and higher, I thought; how good I am if the kite.

It’s really fun to fly a kite. I can’t help but think of a poem on the language. 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.

The first grade of Haibei Road, Beidaihe District, Qinhuangdao, Hebei: Guan Yuxin