Kites 1 We wild children are all like kites. Although we fly in the sky and can't stand the wind and rain, whenever we get close to the ground, we will be pulled up by a strong kite line. -inscription
I am a kite and my friend is a thread. I have a very good friend, who cares about me very much, comforts me when I am sad, and laughs with me when I make progress ... I still remember that he and I crossed a narrow alley to go to school as usual that day, but when we were halfway there, we were stopped by several tall young people and said that we should pay some protection money, otherwise we would see his strength. I was scared at that time, but he rushed up and threw it at me. I turned and ran, but when I arrived with the adults at home, he was sitting on the ground, panting with his back against the wall, and his hands, face and body were hurt everywhere. Later, I asked him why he was so stupid, and he only replied, "We are friends!" " "
My little kite flies steadily with my friend's kite string.
I am a kite and the teacher is a thread. I still remember when I was in primary school, I met a very kind teacher. Although I admit that I am not a good student, because I am naughty and abusive, even fighting often has my share. But she never said anything about me. Many years ago, I stood in the office again because I broke the school window for the third time. I think the teacher will punish me this time. Anyway, turning against her is a big deal. I didn't expect that after the teacher came in, instead of giving me candy, he told me to study hard in the future. ...
My little kite flies higher and higher under the care of the teacher's kite line.
I am a kite, and my parents are thread. When I was eight or nine years old, it snowed heavily that day, and my parents and I were warming ourselves by fire. Although my mother said that she would never let me go out to play again, I still couldn't stand the temptation of heavy snow, and I secretly ran to the open space behind the house to make snow dolls. One by one, I was getting hotter and hotter, and I was busy unbuttoning my coat. When the wind blows, it's a little cold, but who cares? I can faint on the ground, and finally my head is hot and feverish, so I put on my coat and went into the room again. But as soon as I entered the room, I fainted again, unconscious. When I woke up, my mother was sitting on the pillow beside the bed and fell asleep on my foot. Later, my sister told me that my fever reached 40 degrees yesterday, and my parents stayed with me all night.
My little kite flies farther and farther under the care of my parents' kite string. Maybe one day I will fly away from the kite line, but I will never forget the kite line that helped me.
Seventh grade composition kite 2 "Run, run, well, it is high!" " "This is the sound when I fly kites with several partners. Today, the sky is so blue, only a few clouds as white as cotton and a golden sun are in its arms. After several partners made an appointment, we started flying kites.
There was no news at first, and my interest dropped a lot. Watching my friends put their kites in their arms-the sky, my heart is as sour as eating five bottles of vinegar, and I feel lonely. Later, the sky was beautiful and the wind finally blew. My sister jumped up happily and urged me to run. So there was the scene at the beginning of the article, watching my kite rise slowly, and the troubles in my heart flew away. Happy, I quickly let go and let my kite chase those kites higher than it. Gradually, I feel a lot lighter. Looking down, it turned out that I had released a ball of thread! I sat on the ridge and looked up at the kite, only to find that my kite had ranked second, and I was very happy. Finally, it's going to rain and the birds have returned to their nests. I think it's time for my kite to leave its embrace and return to Mother Earth. I don't want to leave this field either.
Why don't you fly a kite when you are upset? This not only exercises the body, but also makes the troubles drift away with the wind!
Getting up in winter is my most painful time, which is different from getting up in spring. It's still dark, and my mother has woken up in the living room.
In the early morning of winter, there was silence all around. My mother's voice was frozen in the cold air before it came out. In spring, I was not awakened by my mother, but by the sweet birdsong, as if I woke up and heard birdsong overwhelming. Therefore, my mother often uses "the early bird catches the worm" to educate me.
It seems that birds bring a touch of new green in spring, and then spring develops at an extremely fast speed. The peach blossoms in the small garden are full of flowers, which must be how fast they grow, and the whole tree can bloom overnight. So, what if a beautiful flower once felt countless contempt? Who can stop the beauty of flowers? Starting with "what is the inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption", I want to ask, what is wrong with flowers themselves?
In spring, kites are indispensable. Often in primary school life, on a sleepy afternoon, chalk dust and white foam are flying in the air, propping up their chins and looking out of the window inadvertently, you can see a colorful kite floating leisurely. Then I will think, why let kites soar freely in the sky, but we can only swim in the ocean of problems? But who doesn't know that there is a thin thread on the kite to guide it to fly?
I think this spring is amazing. There is an active atmosphere in the whole air, which implies our growth. Our bodies and minds have undergone earth-shaking changes. All this has been spent with this magical spring.
Although it is already spring, it still gives people a feeling of being at a loss because it doesn't feel the warmth of spring. Therefore, I should feel this beautiful spring.
The seventh grade composition "Kite 4" walks in my mother's gentle room, flies in my mother's sky and soars in the sea of love in Wang Yang. There is always an invisible thread pulling my immature kite to remind me to protect me at any time.
In the happy season, my mother and I climb the hillside every morning. At that time, I was a little rebellious. My mother and I sat side by side, saving the usual nagging and saying nothing. She just showed me the flowers in front of me, which I never noticed. I don't understand why my mother asked me to do this, but I did it anyway. I saw the early blooming flowers trembling and swaying gently in the breeze, and the half-opened buds were like a baby's slightly open mouth. A few glittering and translucent water drops dripped from the tree and rolled to his lips. Is that the tears of weak flowers flowing in the wind? Purple swallows are whispering, butterflies are flying, and the fragrance of flowers is so warm that it reaches the place so far away from the kite line and the heart at the other end of the kite line.
In romantic and rainy summer, I often go to cram schools, but it always rains heavily. My mother supported me with a big umbrella, an umbrella reminder, an umbrella watch and an umbrella care until my thin figure disappeared in the rain. You look at me like a helpless grass swaying in the wind and rain, and you feel distressed. That rainy season, accompanied by my rickety "kite", stretched maternal love as long as a kite line for a long time. ...
The autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom is the season when I was born. When my mother conceived me for the first time, she wanted me to be smart and beautiful, with white skin, big eyes and a talented brain. But when my mother was lying on the operating table, I just wanted to be healthy and nothing else. Between heaven and earth, I'm afraid only my mother's heart is so low, and I don't want to be rich and prosperous, but I just eat humble meals; Not for dazzling prosperity, but for peace. At the moment I was born, a baby crying broke the silence, as long as a kite string.
In the snowy winter, I snuggled in my mother's arms without any chill. Mom's happy smile warms my heart like a ray of sunshine in winter. Now, with the change of time, the interweaving of sadness and joy and the falling of fate, I have long understood the true meaning of happiness. The warmth of candlelight drifted with the wind along with the blues songs hummed by mother, and floated to the ears and hearts of kites.
One step away is the end of the world, but no matter where my wandering footsteps ring, I will never get out of my mother's love. I am a kite flying in the sky. There is always a line under me, and the other end of the line is always in my mother's hand, so there is love in my long journey. " ...
Mom, run. Take me to chase that kite.
On the day of heavy rain, I came to this world, opened my eyes and a kind face came into view. Time makes her haggard, time makes her bald, and time makes her grow old.
"She is unhappy!" My heart was filled with it, and I was in a daze all day, unable to eat or sleep. I don't know how much she has suffered, but I hope she is happy.
"Sister Kite, what are you thinking?" I looked at him, thick beard and hair, slender upper body, bare feet covered with a layer of dust. From his narrowed eyes, I saw ardent concern and faint worry.
"She is a good person, Brother Xing." I just blurted out, "No, it's not."
"Don't be nervous, I understand that she is really a good person." He snorted and rolled to my side.
"Huh?" I looked at him doubtfully.
"She used to have a small family. Every day, she watches her husband go to work and send her children to and from school. Life is simple and full. But just as the three of them enjoyed this dull happiness, disaster came-the death of relatives, the departure of children and their own cancer. At the age of forty, she has a face of fifty. " He stroked his white beard with his hand, with a dignified attitude and a serious heart. I am speechless.
A few days later in the morning, a ray of sunshine fell on me, warm. She took us to the suburbs on a whim. "ah! Look, the blue sky and white clouds are masterpieces of nature! " I shouted excitedly at Brother Line.
"Hey, elder brother, how do you ignore me? Hey! " I shouted angrily. But he still ignored it, staring at the distance with ecstasy, unpredictable. I have to give up.
"Sister Kite."
"You finally talked, just wordlessly? I told you to ignore it for a long time. "
"Wait a minute, don't let go of my hand and don't listen to strangers, okay?" "Very good." "You must remember, don't forget!"
"Yes, who am I! You can rest assured! " I said firmly.
The wind is coming, and I am flying. I slowly flew into the sky. Wow, leafy trees, exquisite flowers, fresh and lovely grass, small fish swimming happily in the water, farmers humming songs and working on the ridge, birds singing in the trees, what a beautiful scenery. It feels good to fly! I hope to see Brother Xian, who is staring at me unblinkingly. I was looking at my mother, who looked at me kindly with a bright smile, like the rising sun, warm; Like the sunset in the west, it is beautiful.
"This beautiful young lady, may I ask you to dance?"
"Huh?" I didn't see anyone coming, so I turned around a few times. I don't know how long it has stopped, and my head is dizzy. It took me a while to recover. Only the wind smiled and said, "beautiful lady, how about I take you to enjoy the beautiful scenery, taste delicious food and enjoy your freedom?" Say that finish, he made a gesture of please very gentlemanly. I wanted to say yes, but suddenly I felt my waist tighten. Suddenly I remembered Brother Xian's words: "Wait a minute, don't let go of my hand and don't listen to strangers, okay?" "No, I have promised my brother that I can't go with him." "The wind, um ..."
"I'm older than you, so just call me brother!" The wind said with a smile.
"Well, Feng ... brother, I'm really sorry, I can't play with you. I have an appointment with brother line. Sorry. " I step back and look at my brother.
"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" He asked with a smile.
"Well, don't go!" I answered firmly.
"Hum, the hard way! Then you're welcome. "
He growled next to me, I spun, my belt was getting tighter and tighter, and I was suffocating. I don't know how long it took, but I finally stopped. I really want to throw up. He also panted, "Forget it. You are not short anyway. " . Really, it's a waste of my strength "The wind went away weakly, leaving me insensitive.
I slowly returned to my mother's arms, and her face was covered with sweat. Brother Xing gasped and said, "Are you all right?" But his face is full of smiles. I shook my head and looked at them without saying anything.
As night fell, my mother's appetite was wide open, and the smile on her mouth never faded. Seeing her eating so delicious, I couldn't help swallowing.
Late at night, mother fell asleep. I couldn't help it anymore and asked, "Brother Xing, why?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course, why else would I ask?"
"okay. I tell you, don't be so loud, she is still sleeping. "
"Oh." I promised softly.
"Many of your brothers and sisters were cheated by the wind's sweet words. You are either injured or smashed to pieces. Fortunately, you are obedient. "
"Is there such a thing? How hateful! "
"yes! But don't blame him. There are good and evil, good and evil. The key is how to see and treat him clearly. Just like her, if there is a blessing, there is a curse, and if there is a curse, there is a blessing. If you think optimistically, you will choose to forget with time and prove with time. "
I looked at my mother's smiling face and thought, "It's not that you don't want to be happy, but that you dare not be happy.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult, and it takes thousands of miles in one day.
There is a white fog in front of the seventh grade composition "Kite 6". I gently rubbed his eyes, vaguely see:
On a vast grassland. A lovely and innocent little girl is running happily with a crescent moon on her face. When she looked carefully, she found that she was flying a kite, and behind her was an uncle and an aunt, holding hands with the little girl. Thought: this should be her parents!
The kite in the little girl's hand flies higher and higher. Suddenly, the kite string was broken, and the kite floated in the wind like a free swallow. The child stood in the same place and then ran to his parents, looking at them with tears in his eyes, as if telling something. The kite string was broken, and my parents stood staring at the broken kite. At first, they were Gherardini, and then a small crescent moon gradually hung on their faces. The girl didn't understand why her parents laughed, so she asked: Why did mom and dad laugh? Mother picked up the girl with the crescent moon and said to her, Look, the handle of the thread is me and your father, and the kite is you. We have been growing up with you, and the thread is also connected with the kite, but the thread is blown off by the wind and time, and we will leave you because of the torture of time and disease. You must walk a long way behind and continue your brilliant life. At that time, your father and I will be proud of you in the distance!
The girl looked at her parents puzzled and scratched her head. Mom said with a smile, you will understand when you grow up. ...
My vision gradually blurred. Suddenly, a beam of light came in and I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and found that it was a life teacher. I got out of bed in a daze, washed my face and brushed my teeth before I realized it was just a dream.
After waking up, I looked up at the mirror in front of me and recalled the dream full of life enlightenment.
On Saturday, the school has a week off and goes home. When I saw my parents, my nose suddenly turned sour, and I recalled that dream. Tears are rolling in my eyes again, and my eyes feel red and a little painful. I looked up at the sky and didn't let my tears flow. Father didn't care, just thought I was homesick.
Sitting on the desk by the window, I wrote heavy handwriting on the paper: Dad, Mom, even if you leave me, I will face it with a smile. I will make the road behind me colorful and embark on a road of success that belongs to me. I won't let you down. I won't let you down when you watch me become the first in the sky. I will make you proud of me!
Then, tear it off, put it in an envelope and put it under the cupboard. This is a commitment to parents and a goal!
Another night, I dreamed of the enlightening dream in my life. I saw their family lying happily on the vast grassland, staring at the broken kite flying freely in the blue sky, and smiling like a crescent moon at the same time.
A beautiful kite is tied to an ordinary thread.
Kites fly in the blue sky. How happy. It can hear the whistling wind and embrace the clear white clouds. Overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers. "Oh, how lucky I am, I can fly freely." Kate thinks so. It is willing to share this happiness with every passing animal, and everyone smiles at it.
An old sparrow flew. "Dear Kite, nice to meet you." The kite threw a beautiful tail at it. "I am a knowledgeable old sparrow. You should take my advice. "
"I think you are a poor kite. You can only fly in a straight line, but you can't see the mountains and rivers farther away. You should fly higher and higher. " With that, it flapped its wings and flew away.
So the kite said to me, "thread, thread, can you lengthen it a little?" I want to see the scenery further away. "
"But that would be dangerous. After all, the wind is so strong. "
"It doesn't matter, there is no danger in improving a little."
The thread stretched the body hard and the kite shook slightly. "A little higher! A little higher! " The string was tightened again, and the kite was a little wobbly by the wind.
A small black dot flew from a distance. That is an old sparrow with a bug in its mouth. "Oh, man, old sparrow, look, I can see the farther scenery now. Thank you for your advice."
"Oh, you're welcome. I thought you looked no different. There are more beautiful scenery there! You should go and see it. " The old sparrow flew away without looking back.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the thunder like the screams of ten thousand horses comes from the horizon. It's going to rain.
"Hey, kite, it's time to close the line. It will rain. Strong winds and raindrops will tear you apart. " The line is shouting below.
"No, I don't want it. How will this weak wind affect me? This strong silk will not be stabbed by soft cotton water. You just need to be taller. I haven't seen enough! "
"No, lightning will burn you to ashes." The thread cried anxiously and began to fold. The kite didn't cooperate and let itself dance wildly in the wind.
"Pa-"the line was broken, and the kite broke away from the line and flew far away. This line is powerless.
A flash of lightning tore through the sky, and raindrops as big as peas fell from the sky. A kite is like a fallen leaf, which keeps turning over, falling and flying. It is like a boat in a storm, shaking and shaking in the wind and waves.
Knife-shaped raindrops entangled in the wind broke the bone wings of the kite, took off its silk coat, and cruelly threw it into the air and back to the ground. Wind and rain repeat their games and enjoy them.
The storm raged all day.
A little boy found a broken kite bone in the mud, although it is not a kite now-he picked it up and said happily, "I found some firewood again."
The seventh grade composition kite 8 childhood is beautiful, like delicious rainbow candy, rich and colorful, like a beautiful garden, full of infinite fantasies.
For everyone, childhood is the best memory in life, just like shells on the beach. Once the tide rises and the sea washes away, the shells will disappear. Just like the ice cream in your hand, it has melted before you have a bite; Just like the rainbow in the sky, it was out of sight. Before I picked up the camera to take pictures, it had disappeared. Although childhood is so short, as long as you have it, you will have beautiful memories and fantasies, and even if you look back, you will laugh happily.
When I was young, I liked flying kites. It was too noisy, so my mother bought me a big dragonfly kite. Dragonfly's eyes "turn around", which makes it look smart. Two pairs of tentacles set off two pairs of wings more powerfully, which looks really imposing! This makes me both envious and jealous. I want it to take me to the sky, see Sister Baiyun and visit asteroids. Well done! Sometimes I can be silly. But I know it's impossible, so let the kite take my place and let it fulfill my dream instead of me. So I came to the field, and at first glance, the field was wide and beautiful. Holding a kite can help me say hello to Sister Baiyun and wave to the asteroid. I have a kite string in one hand and a kite in the other. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. I quickly released my grip on the kite and flew against the wind. Finally, with the help of Xifeng, the kite flew in the air and gradually rose above the treetops. When I watched the kite flying in the air, I was both excited and excited. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sense of pride. In order not to let it fall, I often tighten the line, sometimes loose and sometimes tight, then loosen the line and keep running hard in the field. But those eyes only stared at the kite, and they didn't even know that their feet stepped into the mud (which I found after I went back), and slowly the kite flew higher and higher.
At this moment, I have the desire to fly, and I hope I can stand out from the crowd. At the moment, what hangs on the kite line is not a dragonfly kite, but my flying dream.
The seventh grade composition "Kite 9" "Can you make it fly farther? I want to fly higher and farther. "
"But then I can't take care of you."
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It's windy today, and the lawn seems to be celebrating. It turns out that people are holding a kite competition! With the referee's whistle, the kite flew into the air like fireworks in full bloom. Of all the kites, only Meng Xiao is sitting in the corner of the lawn. It looks a little unhappy. It looks at the cheerful crowd from a distance, and at the kite flying freely in the air from a distance. Little dream is full of yearning, how I want to be one of them! Meng Xiao is a beautiful kite with dreams.
"Can't I fly?" Meng Xiao blushed and said angrily, but her mother disagreed: "Son, you are too young to know anything. Isn't it interesting to sit here and watch? " "Mom, promise me, I promise to listen to you." Meng Xiao said. Finally, the mother can't resist the persistent little dream. 123 ... 123 ... Xiaomeng tried to climb up, like a young moth trying to get rid of the shackles of pupae. He looked down at his mother and realized that he had successfully flown into the sky. He swayed excitedly in the air. Everything in the air is so fresh! "Dream slowly and be careful not to fall." Mother Line said worriedly, "Got it". Little dream chimed in. But it was soon dissatisfied, because it found that the position it had been staying in was the lowest among all kites.
"Mom, can you put it a little longer? I want to fly higher and farther. " But I can't take care of you. "When I grow up, I can live independently!" Meng Xiao retorted. Mother smiled faintly and shook her head helplessly, but when she saw Meng Xiao's eager face, she couldn't help making it grow longer. Meng Xiaofei flies higher than all kites. He is very happy. Suddenly, the gentle wind roared. Meng Xiao was terrified. At this time, the mother and her party anxiously shouted: "Son, we are going to separate. You must live bravely and independently as you say! " "Mother's words haven't finished, the relentless wind blew them away. "No, Mom, don't!" Meng Xiao's frightened voice was drowned by the wind. It finally flew to a higher sky, looked down, but never saw the bus again, and the world below was out of reach. The little dream was immersed in pain, and the wind, like an intruder, broke its quiet life. "Live bravely and independently ..." Mother's words echoed in her ears, but is this the life she wants? Xiao Meng wiped away her tears. Although she could not choose the attitude of life, she decided to live a strong life. Yesterday has passed, and tomorrow is in your own hands. Meng Xiao made up his mind secretly that I must not let my mother down.
The wind finally stopped, and Meng Xiao slowly felt that he had lost his center of gravity and was tottering. She tried to calm herself down and keep her balance, slowly fell with the wind and grabbed the wire. Below the wire is a bustling city, full of traffic, crowds and dazzling lights. All these are wonderful things it has never seen before, and its heart is full of surprises and yearning. At this moment, it has no regrets. It understands that the development of new life does not need to go through ups and downs. It left its online mother, but it really grew up!
Life is always ups and downs. Although it is safe to stand at a low place, you will never feel the beauty of high altitude, which is the place where you dream of flying and the territory of freedom.
postscript
Seventh grade composition kite 10 "It's never too old to learn." I want to add: "Use the old one."
At the age of five, in class, I deeply felt the great maternal love of "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son". It was also that day that I washed my mother's feet for the first time after returning home, and the heavy basin also made me "take a bath". But I deeply realized that it was these feet that took me upstairs, took me across the muddy path and ran to the hospital with a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius. ...
When I was 8 years old, Zhuge Liang, who was "know yourself and know yourself", surprised me in class. It was this time that I defeated my father and won the title of "Chess King" at home. I just heard my father say, "You are really good!"
/kloc-When I was 0/0 years old, the motto "Don't do to others what you don't want me to do to you" came into my heart. It was also from this year that I stopped asking my mother to clean the sheets and tidy up the messy desk for me. No longer let grandma wash my smelly socks and dirty clothes. "I'll do it myself!" In this way, I learned to take care of myself and learn to live. Thank you, Master Kong.
This year, Tao Yuanming, who "picked chrysanthemums under the hedge and saw Nanshan leisurely", came into my mind. In this way, I learned to relax and be quiet. I will never throw the problematic books aside again, but face them patiently. No matter how long the past time is, I will be meticulous and take it seriously. I experienced more fun in life in small things and panted, "Life is wonderful!" " "
Now, my mother says I am filial, my father says I am smart, my grandmother says I am steady, and my grandfather says I am sensible. ...
Study, thank you, you let me grow up slowly. Now, I am a kite, and I am not afraid of how strong the wind is and how cold it is. There is a long line of knowledge pulling me to fly higher and farther.
Take-off kite, have a nice flight.