The kite string is broken. What did the children do? composition

article 1: a kite with a broken thread

the wind is blowing, and someone is flying a kite outside. I crouched at the window and watched them put kites in the sky. Thoughts are like a kite with a broken thread, which can never be recovered. Once the kite is broken, what wind will it drift to which corner of the world? Will anyone find it? Or is it blown to a hidden corner that no one knows, so that it is left there alone and lonely for its life? I envy those who fly kites, dragging a string in their hands and letting them struggle to the blue sky with confidence. The kite flies higher and higher, passes through layers of elegant white clouds, and flies smaller and smaller, so small that it can only be sensed by the heart where it should be. When a string holding a kite and connecting it to the palm of your hand suddenly breaks, does the kite-flying person feel happy for the kite to start a new unrestrained life or regret that he accidentally released this kite that he deeply loves? Perhaps, the kite has been longing for one day to fly to the vast and lofty blue sky alone, because there is his childhood dream. And the kite-flying people also hope that the kite can pursue what it wants, but Qian Qian in his heart can't bear to part with it. He is afraid that it will snap again and disappear away. He loves his kite so much that he lacks the courage to fly it! Perhaps, kites also hope that they can stay with the kite-flying people forever. But it can't resist the dream hidden deep in my heart. So, night after night, the kite-flying people began to hesitate, wandering between going in and going out, making the final choice … Perhaps, the kite-flying people would choose to let it go. Because he knows that since he loves kites, he should respect their dreams. Love should make each other happy. Perhaps, the kite-flying person will choose to keep it by his side. Because he is worried that the kite can't stand the attack of strong wind or even heavy rain. He is not sure if anyone loves this kite more than himself ... If you were the kite-flying man, what would you choose?

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Part 2: Let youth be like a kite with a broken thread

Youth is not like a tape that has been heard, and you can go back and relive it anytime and anywhere. But it is quietly walking in our mature awakening.

don't you think youth is like a kite with a broken thread? At first, it may be a little at a loss and panic, then it begins to adapt slowly and try to find its own happiness. Just like us, we fantasize that we are in the jungle, open our minds to relax our previously tense nerves, take all the happiness for ourselves, open our eyes, lie down and watch the rainbow on the horizon appear after the rain clears, and firmly believe that the final victory will belong to us. I can't help laughing at the thought of this, but not casually, but the right corner of my mouth is slightly raised, which is a confident smile.

Although it is floating in the wind, it still tries hard to fly to a successful battle point. Therefore, it begins to try to catch the branches on the road, entrust life, find its own happiness, and adapt to us. Sometimes a little success makes us hold back. That shouldn't be us. We should be rock climbers who never stop, and stay awake for our lofty ideals.

Maybe one day, the wind will stop, kites will fall, and maybe they will be sad that they failed to achieve their goals. But they won't regret it, because they have struggled, pursued and tried their best. What is lost is just an opportunity. Just like us, some succeed in the end, some fail in the end. As for losers, they must work hard, but they may not succeed. As far as successful people are concerned, they can be unsuccessful, but they have to work hard.

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Article 3: My kite is broken

In the colorful spring, birds and flowers are everywhere. Under the blue sky and the green grass, the bright sunshine filled the whole world. The grass is green, the flowers are red, the birds are smiling, and spring is finally back.

when the spring breeze passes, flowers bend with laughter, green leaves sway with the wind, and kites ride the wind and look far away. Red and green, filling the whole sky, seem to climb to the top of the white clouds.

kite, kite, where did my kite fly? In this peak season of kite flying, are you still flying safely?

Kite, my childhood dream, this dream flew away in my childhood, so far it hasn't flown back, and it won't come back in the future.

once, I was looking forward to it, hoping that one day I could have my own kite. It doesn't need to be strong, it doesn't need to be gorgeous, just fly. Several times, I saw my own kite in my dream. It was so big and beautiful. . . . . . However, a dream is a dream after all, and you have to wake up all the time. But when I woke up, my dream came true, and I finally got my own kite. That was compiled by my brother himself. Immature heart, clumsy hands and attentive eyes are carefully weaving my dreams. The skeleton of the kite was carefully cut from the bamboo branches; The kite's wings were slowly cut from old newspapers; The thick and light color was gently traced on the white paper by him. Every bit, it's all his hard work.

I am excited to send a kite to the sky. I laughed and danced, and my excited mood still had a aftertaste for a long time. One end of the kite carries love and dreams, and the other end holds my excited and happy heart.

I wonder when we don't need to make kites by ourselves. We have enough money to buy all kinds of kites. But these kites are not my kites, and my brother is no longer the brother I know.

we have grown up. Yes, they have all grown up and changed. My brother won't make kites for me anymore. He can give me a few yuan at will and let me buy them myself. He knows how to lose his temper, what is silence, what is indifference, and looks like a man, but he is not his old brother. It seems that there is a transparent film between us, and we are separated in two worlds in the same world.

Occasionally I saw a kite in the sky on the windowsill, and suddenly I remembered my childhood kite and my childhood dream. So, I made a kite myself. When my brother saw it, he coldly dropped this sentence: "Why ask for it?" Suddenly, inexplicable sadness came to my mind and touched my soul.

I took my kite to the suburbs and sent it into the sky. The excitement of childhood suddenly disappeared, and my heart was surprisingly calm because it was frozen by sadness.

I looked at it quietly and found that it was not free. I run, and it follows me; I stand quietly, and it can only be quiet. Why did it take me more than ten years to discover such a profound secret? I'm so stupid.

however, it was too late when I found out. After all, it can't stand the bondage and the temptation of the blue sky. It's going to fly away. It broke free from my thread and flew away far away.

really? Is it going to fly away when the power is great? Like my brother? He has his own sky, and will he soar? My kite flew away and the spool was still in my hand. The piece of thread in my hand fell from the sky and hung on a tall tree in the distance, while the other piece of thread flew away with the kite. This is much like my concern for my brother. Half of this concern hangs in my heart, and the other half is my brother flying away.

my kite, does the line that flies with you occasionally think of the other end? The line hanging on the tall tree, don't you feel tired hanging like this all the time?

I finally left the thread. The hanging thread is still hanging there, and it can only be hung like that.

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Part 4: A kite with a broken line

In the blue sky, a kite with a broken line is flying freely, pursuing its own happiness without hesitation through the gentle wind.

There is no beautiful prelude, no beautiful words, no melodramatic language, everything is arranged by heaven, everything is doomed, everything is unexpected, and everything happens so peacefully. Our meeting is fate, our acquaintance is accidental, and our intersection is speculation. To outsiders, we really have a tacit understanding. We will all say the same thing, we will have the same idea at the same time, and we will do the same thing in the same place. Our handwriting is very similar, and no one can distinguish our handwriting correctly except ourselves. Our feelings are very close, and we never quarrel over trifles. We can understand and care for each other.

We used to be strangers. I thought you were arrogant. Although we were classmates, we were like strangers, but we were irrelevant to each other. On that day, the teacher transferred you to the back of my seat and told us to learn from each other. From that moment on, I really got to know you. In fact, you are very friendly, kind and responsible. Remember the stage play we performed together? Performing the script is just what the teacher said casually, but we simply thought the teacher was serious and rehearsed hard every day. The teacher was moved by our performance enthusiasm and decided to give us a chance to perform. On the day of the performance, you were sick. The students in our group were very worried, so they asked me to call you to say hello. You know this is a hard-won opportunity, so you must cherish it and go back to school to participate in the performance. Finally, our sweat brought sweet fruits, and we were recognized by our classmates. The teacher praised us and called on all the students to learn from you. You immediately gave everyone a charming pear vortex smile.

once, we flew kites in the wild and watched the beautiful kites fly higher and higher. We all laughed. Kites fly in the embrace of the blue sky, swim in the company of white clouds, and dance in the breeze. Perhaps because the wind was too strong, or maybe we didn't grasp it hard, the kite's thread broke and the kite got out of our control. I just watched the kite fly away, but you smiled and told me that the kite belongs to the sky. Now it is finally free and can follow the breeze to find and pursue its own happiness. Maybe this kite will find the other half of its life, and then you will meet it. I nodded incredulously. You told me that you want to be a kite with a broken thread and bravely pursue your own happiness. In fact, you really did it. In order to find happiness, you chose a rugged road without hesitation. You gave up our friendship and left without looking back. I don't blame you, because I am familiar with your temperament, and I believe you can find your own happiness.

I will silently pray for this brave kite in the distance, wishing it to find its other half as soon as possible and fly happily under the happy blue sky.

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Article 5: A kite with a broken thread

When I was a child, I was a kite. My parents had everything under their control. I had no choice! They hold me, but then I will feel no worries! Even if we are separated occasionally, there is still that dependence in my heart!

when I grow up, I think I can be independent and struggle to open the line in my parents' hands! I want to do what I want, and I don't want to be bound by others! That's my adolescence! I think it's a very bold feeling, and occasionally I will do anything for my friends, that is, the feeling of helping each other when the road is rough!

I want to grow up slowly, and I will inevitably encounter some setbacks in my life! I should face it bravely, but I still can't stand the test of setbacks! As the saying goes, if you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see the rainbow! This is a test of perseverance, and I think I will overcome it!

There are many ups and downs in growing up, which is a necessary process in life!

Sometimes I cry sadly because of something,

Sometimes I cry with joy because of something!

Life is full of disappointments, and there is a good side!

this is the test of life for me, and this is also my test of life!

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Chapter 6: Kites and Lines

Once upon a time there was a kite, which was very beautiful. When it is put in the sky, it always attracts people's attention, which greatly pleases the young master. Everyone likes its colorful stripes, but they always ignore the dusty thread.

Although the kite is beautiful, with a lot of praise from people, it becomes more imposing. It has never looked down on the thread that people don't care much about. One day, it started a competition for the line.

"Gee, you dirty and messy thread, you'd better stay away from me. Don't defile my beautiful image. Get away from me."

In the face of such an outrageous kite, it was so sad that it broke out all its dissatisfaction at once, saying, "How can you do this? Without my support, you are nothing. At that time, you are just superficial and useless. You can fly freely in the air, praised by people, and who pays silently in the dark. Oh (sneer)! I used to envy your beauty, but now it's ridiculous to think of it. In fact, how ugly you are. "

"You ... I ...", Kite was speechless. Maybe ... Maybe it knows wrong. It silently bowed its proud head.

Line saw the kite blushing, tearful and pitiful, and her heart suddenly softened. "Kite, you have to remember that modesty is the most beautiful, and you can't look down on everything because of your appearance. Well, I wish you knew you were wrong. "

Since then, kites have changed. It's not as arrogant as it used to be ...

Dai Yubing, Grade 7, No.15 Middle School, Taijiang District, Fuzhou

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Chapter 7: Tears of Broken Lines

"I want to be the angel you love in fairy tales. Open your hands and become wings to protect you! " Whenever I hear this fairy tale of Guang Liang. Will cause my disappointment.

Although I am young, I lack a childlike innocence, so I have more feelings than my peers.

The teacher said that you are too mature.

really? I don't know. All I know is that I won't let myself be wronged, and I won't make myself suffer. I have learned to protect myself. Does this mean maturity?

mature me, I often suppress my feelings. When others cry because of a little injustice. I won't crowd nervously like others.

I envy people. They can cry if they want, and then they will be fine. But I can't, because I can't cry.

It seems that something has been repressed in my heart, like a heavy stone, which makes me breathless.

I opened the fairy tales I bought a long time ago, turned them over one by one, and found that the endings in them were so beautiful and unrealistic.

yes, this is a fairy tale. Something that is felt, but does not exist.

I want to cry, but I won't tell anyone. Because it's a big joke to them.

I suddenly found that I have many similarities with adults. I sighed for myself, and I also realized the feeling that I wanted to cry but I couldn't cry, or I couldn't cry.

when fairy tales were popular, I went to see the MV of this song. Yes, very touching. I also saw many people secretly wiping their tears after reading it. When my classmates asked me in surprise, "Why don't you cry?" I just smiled awkwardly.

fall down on the bed and listen to the rain.

I ran outside as fast as I could. It's drizzling, I don't know why. This rain, special ice. And very astringent. Go home and look in the mirror. I found myself in the mirror with tears on my face. Moreover, when I watched the MV again, I cried again.

what belongs to me is back. Although in the eyes of others. It is so ordinary, but for me, it is very important.

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Article 8: The kite is tired