My kite composition

In the usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. In order to make your composition more simple and convenient, the following is my composition made of kites, which is collected for your reference only and I hope it will help you.

I use kite 1 to write that it is a kite, and it is the baby of children, because it is more beautiful and conspicuous than any kite. Of course, it can fly higher. At first, he was proud, but later, he got tired of being tied by a rope. It longs for freedom.

I am a sixth-grade student. Every day in life, except for a lot of homework that can never be finished, there is only self-righteous nagging from teachers and parents. I hardly have time to do what I like with my peers. I long to fly freely in the sky like an eagle.

Finally, one day, the kite flew to the top. Suddenly, the rope broke. The kite was so excited that it finally got rid of the shackles of the rope and could fly freely.

Another boring weekend. I am doing my homework. Suddenly the phone rang, and my mother told me that she and her father were going on a business trip. I am ecstatic: finally nobody cares about me! Mother nagged a lot, but I managed to cope with it. Hanging up the phone, I was thinking about how to relax this weekend.

The kite was flying in the air, and suddenly the wind stopped. Kites can no longer rely on the help of threads. There is no doubt that it fell and was black and blue.

After doing my homework, I jumped up happily to warm up. Before I came to the computer, I couldn't wait to open the game and start dancing. After playing a few games, I felt a little bored. I turned on the TV, picked up a pack of snacks that had been hidden for a long time (usually my mother wouldn't let me eat them indiscriminately) and began to eat. Then I turned the volume of the stereo to the maximum, played rock music and danced hip-hop to the rhythm. Then I took out my beloved skateboard, because I was too busy studying to skate, and ran downstairs until I was exhausted. It's past 6 o'clock in the evening and I haven't eaten dinner yet. Open the refrigerator, there are only a few packets of biscuits, and I feel that I have no appetite. I turned on the computer and played games for a while. It's already half past seven. Usually, at this time, my mother will invite me to dinner, but now ... tears fall unconsciously, and my heart suddenly becomes empty.

The kite was hooked again, but this time it was very happy.

I heard my parents' nagging again, doing homework that I could never finish, but I was also very happy.

Because I know that neither myself nor kites can lose them.

I wrote my composition with a kite for two weekends, and my homework was finally finished. I stretched myself, took a pen, sat in a chair, held my chin in my hand and stared at the scenery outside the window for a long time before I said, "How boring!" " What the hell should I do? Homework is finished, books are finished, TV and computer are not touched, and housework is done by mom. Dad was reading the newspaper, and mom and sister went to the mall. Alas! Why is it so boring? I was drawing on paper with a pen when someone patted me on the shoulder. I looked up. It's my father. My father said to me, "Bored? Make a kite with me! " I'm surprised. What? Dad can make kites. Never heard of it! Dad seemed to see my doubts and said, "When I was a child, my family was poor and I didn't have the money to buy those toys. Your grandfather taught me to make kites. Now that the country is developed and there are many toys, few people make kites themselves, so you don't know that I can make kites! " "Oh." I nodded. "I see, let's start now!" Dad replied, "OK, I'll get the materials and tools first." "Say that finish, my father turned to the room, opened the drawer and took out a pile of materials and some tools. I was very surprised. No way, my dad even bought these! I won't know until I ask. Last time my father was on a business trip, he saw that these materials and tools were sold in shops, so he bought some and prepared to make kites when he was free. Today, when he saw that I was free, he thought he could teach me and make kites with me.

Dad introduced the materials and tools to me on the coffee table, telling me which one is paste, which one is paper cutter, which one is bamboo stick, which one is gauze paper and which one is horse drawing paper. After the introduction, my father asked me to get a basin of water and let me soak the bamboo stick in the water to make it soft. After the bamboo stick became soft, my father helped me break it with a knife and then repaired it into a half shape. My father told me that this is because I will stick bamboo sticks on horse drawing paper in the future. If it is too thick, the bamboo stick will tear the paper. After the bamboo stick was broken, my father asked me to cut the repaired bamboo stick into proper length with me, and then let me cut the horse drawing paper into squares first. Then stick the bamboo stick on the paper, tie the long bamboo stick to the short third with gauze paper with me, and then bend it slowly until the two ends of the long bamboo stick touch the diagonal of the paper, and then stick it again. After many hardships, I finally reached the final step. My father and I assigned the job. I attached the kite's tail and he tied the kite's silk thread. In a short time, we finished these two things.

The kite was finally finished. I picked it up and looked at it. Although it is not as beautiful as those kites in the shop, after all, this kite was made by my father and I, so even if outsiders think it is no longer beautiful, it will always be the most beautiful in my heart. So, I suggested to my father: "When my mother and sister come back, our family will fly kites together!" " ! How's it going? "Dad nodded and said," that's a good suggestion, so be it! """Yes! You did a good job. Thanks, Dad! "I cheered and smiled happily. My father patted me on the head and laughed with me, so this warm home was full of endless laughter.

I'm a kite. Spring is coming. In this beautiful season, what I want to do most is to fly a kite.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the happy day has finally come. On that sunny afternoon, the teacher led us to fly kites in the field. Along the way, we talked and laughed and danced, and soon arrived at our destination. "Hula" everyone dispersed immediately. Look, some quickly put kites on it; Some have been working for a long time, and the kite string has not been arranged yet; Some people are running wildly in the fields ... "Hehehehehe" There are bursts of laughter in the distance. Oh, it turns out that Li Peng's kite string was broken, and the kite flew leisurely!

I pray not to be like him. I started running and the kite fluttered with me. "Fly, fly!" "I shouted happily. Suddenly, my foot tripped over something. Ah, what bad luck. I sighed and the kite fell with my sigh. I quickly stood up, but no matter how hard I tried, the kite couldn't fly. I can't fly this time,' I said to myself. At this moment, Li Peng came up to me and said, "Failure is the mother of success. Don't lose heart. "So I fly again and again, and the failure again and again doesn't bother me. I flew and flew, and finally succeeded. My eyes are fixed on the sunshine, watching kites flying high, and my heart is full of unspeakable joy, blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, kites, running children … what beautiful pictures and gorgeous colors.

"Back to the classroom", I reluctantly pulled down the kite string, but I didn't expect the kite string to be chaotic. At this time, my heart has been flying with the kite in the sky and flying freely.

I and kite composition 4 In my eyes, kite is a symbol of happiness and dreams, and an emissary of happiness and peace. It's a pity that I never put down my kite, and I can only watch it float into the distance and finally disappear into the sea of clouds.

Every early spring, I always take a walk in Jinghu Park and listen to the sound of spring flowers. In this colorful world, countless butterflies and birds have come to the embrace of spring. Among the flowers by the lake, all kinds of butterflies are dancing. In the sky, there are beautiful butterflies and kites flying high. They are so vivid! They flapped their wings gracefully in the wind and soared in the clouds. The colorful patterns on them become more and more bright in the sun, shining with dazzling light. On Jiuzi Square, groups of children are playing with kite silk thread in their hands. The sky above the square became a kite party and a sea of joy. I was attracted by this spectacle and couldn't help but stop to watch it. There was a sudden exclamation in the laughter. It turned out that a child accidentally loosened the kite string in his hand. The beloved butterfly immediately flew higher and higher with her dream until she disappeared from the children's sight. Kites in the sky bring happiness to children, but they are also so cheerful and comfortable. They soar in the sky together. Their figures in the blue world are deeply reflected in my heart.

In fact, in my eyes, flying kites means flying ideals and hopes. In the process of pursuing life to fly, I have experienced a lot and gradually realized some life truths. Although I know I haven't flown my kite myself, I believe that through my continuous hard study, I will be able to fly my kite in the storm of life, across rivers and oceans one day. The setbacks and difficulties in my study and life are the driving force for my kite to fly higher and higher. So don't be afraid of difficulties, learn to grow up in setbacks. Look, my kite just took off. Listen, "My Kite" is still singing softly: I am a bird, but I want to fly and fly higher!

This winter, in a small county town in Sichuan, there lived a little boy named Jianyi in a village. He was disabled from childhood, his parents died early, and there was only one brother and one sister-in-law. My brother and sister-in-law are very stingy. They often make him do things that he can't do and give him leftovers ... Persevere in trying to live, but he doesn't give up life, because he knows that death is impossible. Only reading can make him not be despised by others. No longer depend on others.

But firm hands and feet are disabled, hands can't write and feet can't walk. What should I do? Determined friends are also anxious for him.

Then someone said, "Give up! Don't be stubborn, your hands and feet are disabled, it's no use. You'd better listen to something, suffer, suffer, and follow your brother and sister-in-law! " Others said, "don't go back, we support you." Determined to know clearly that going back means a bleak future. Determined to think about it, he replied firmly: "I won't go back, no matter how hard and tired I am, I will study." Then someone said, "What about your tuition?" Yes, this is another big problem. How to solve it? It's really a wave of unrest. God really intends to test perseverance! Finally, I made up my mind to help others earn tuition while studying, and others can't say much. I had to bless one after another and walk away. However, what can the perseverance of the disabled do? Fortunately, a kind-hearted aunt took him in, and every day when she was free, she shouted to sell Gaiwancha.

From then on, he began to go to school. He practices writing with his mouth and walking with his body every day. At school, his classmates think he is a freak and don't want to play with him. He was lonely and even thought about giving up, but thinking about his previous efforts, he gave up the idea.

Spring is coming, everything is reviving, birds fly back from the south, sit firmly on the lawn, and quietly stare at the figure of their companions playing in the playground ahead. Perseverance is a little lost. He complained about why God made himself a disabled person. He watched his classmates being taken care of by his parents, and he was just a lonely companion. He was very sad ... He looked at the sky with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't cry because he had to study hard. Instead of complaining.

A few years later, perseverance grew up, and he finally had his own bright future. Even though he used to be an angel with broken wings, now he is flying again.

Perseverance is a disabled person, but he is still full of longing and confidence in life, and he has not given up. He is just like his name! Should we also reflect on ourselves?

Yes, maybe our life is full of thorns, maybe our trudging steps are bitter, maybe our ambitions are not satisfactory, but if we face and frustrate with a calm heart, then our complaints and willingness to give up will be vulnerable. In fact, it will be much easier to be strong, calm and simple on the ship of our lives! Perseverance in the most depressed time, he did not say give up, but proudly said: "As long as my heart does not stop beating, I will not give up life and life."

Now I finally understand that although there are many disappointments in life, flowers bloom and fall, and the truth comes out. These are meaningful songs of life, and no one can change them. Let the past disappear in the wind! Let's hold our heads high, challenge and pursue our dreams.

Although this "kite" can't "fly" into the sky, it has added infinite vitality to this spring.

Let's sincerely wish this broken kite fly higher and higher. ...

Kite is a kind of toy, and the manufacturing method is simple: use bamboo sticks as a frame and paste paper on it. When you are finished, put the line in the air and you can fly very high. At first, wooden kites, then paper kites, and finally the kites we are flying now.

Every spring and March, my mother and I will make different kites together at home. Then guess what kites we are making this time. Can't guess! It is a monkey, my mother is a big monkey and I am a little monkey. After that, my mother said to me, "son, there is no green grass in the countryside." Otherwise, let's put it in the green grass in Lujiang Park, shall we? " I was just busy looking at my kite, but when I heard what my mother said, I readily agreed.

When we came to the green grass, the first thing we saw was that children my age were flying kites here. I see their kites are colorful and varied, just like a beautiful painting. At this time, I also went out with my mother and my kite. After I took it out, I didn't know how to fly. My mother said to me, "if you don't know, study hard, son." Look at me. " I saw my mother holding a thread in her left hand, a kite in her right hand, and her legs running in tandem, ah! The kite is flying! I've been staring at my mother. My mother was tired from running, so she went to the gazebo to have a rest. Just then, the wind stopped, and I didn't know it. I can't run, jump and fly with my kite. I almost lost confidence and said to my mother, "Mom, isn't my kite flying very high?" Mom smiled. "Mom, what are you laughing at?" I am curious. My mother said, "silly boy, don't you know that after the wind stops, the kite will lose its buoyancy and naturally it won't fly high?" "oh! I see. Mom, I understand! " I am confident again. After a while, Feng Baobao came out, and I shouted, "Ah! Mom, look, the wind baby is out, I'm going to fly a kite! " Mother nodded. Like my mother, I hold a thread in my left hand, a kite in my right hand and my legs run forward. Finally, my kite flew, and my mother saw it, with a sweet smile on her face.

By flying kites, I know that learning is like flying kites. Without the help of teachers, we wouldn't have mastered so much knowledge.

In my memory, there are many stories about growing up, and the most unforgettable one is a story about flying kites.

I remember 10 years old, one sunny Sunday, I came to the Xihe River to fly a kite.

My mother and I came to the dam. I looked up and saw that the sky was too quiet, only the sun and white clouds, and I felt very monotonous. An idea flashed through my mind-think of kites as little angels between heaven and earth!

So, my mother and I arranged kites. I am holding a kite and my mother is holding a thread. As soon as the wind blows, I will run a few steps forward. As soon as I let go, the kite will fly! The silence in the sky suddenly disappeared. A sky, because of the existence of kites, has become full of vitality. Just when I was in high spirits, my kite dropped! The sky is calm again.

I didn't lose heart. I failed to put it away the second time and the third time. As the saying goes, "Failure is the mother of success!" I said loudly that this "mother" is going to find a "son"!

I didn't know that force flows in the blood. When the wind came this time, I threw it with all my strength! "wow! Great, "I said happily. I put the kite away! Kites fly higher and higher and become smaller and smaller. The sky is moving and full of vitality. Because there is a kite flying freely. Look, here comes a flock of pigeons. They seem to be playing games with kites. I seem to hear their laughter!

I'm tired, I get off work, I go home, and the sky is calm again. The kite is full of my happiness!

This is a story about me and kites!

Kite composition 8 was on holiday, and my father and I went back to our hometown. I saw my friends flying kites in my hometown, which was really interesting. Dad saw my envy and guessed that I also wanted to fly a kite. That night, my father secretly bought me a colorful kite in the street.

The next morning, when I got up, I saw a brand-new kite appear in our living room. I thought to myself: did dad buy it for me? I've been hesitating to ask dad. But I dare not ask my father if this kite is for me. Just then, my father said something was wrong, and I was so happy. Can't I fly a kite if my father is gone? Seeing my father go out, I can't wait to fly a kite. I opened the kite and saw two poles inside. What is this for? I didn't know it was a kite stand until I read the instructions. Because this is my first time to fly a kite, I have no idea how to assemble a kite. I watched it again and again, and finally found two holes in the kite. I tried to put these two poles into two holes and finally assembled the kite.

I see another thread, I think it should be a kite thread. I found the thread end, put this thread into a small round mouth of the knot line and tie a knot. The kite string was finally tied, and I ran out with the kite. I feel the breeze blowing in my face. I held my kite high against the wind. I think the kite is going to fly. I extended the line, and the kite broke free from my shackles and floated into the air. I watch kites flying high in the sky, and I want to fly freely in the sky like kites. What's it like down there?

Flying kites is so interesting. I want to play again in the future I wonder if you can fly a kite? If you want to fly a kite, I can teach you.

I and kite composition 9 Winter is coming, and spring is not far away. Yes! It's winter, snowy winter, and soon spring will come, but what shall we do in spring? Flying kites, of course!

I like spring, I like the warm spring breeze, I like the crisp birds singing in spring, I like the fresh air in spring, I like the green grass and flowers in bud in spring … I prefer flying kites and looking up at the sky in this beautiful and leisurely environment.

The sunshine is warm and soft. My father and I came to the square with kites. There are many people. I lifted the kite, and my father pulled the kite string, but the kite didn't fly. I held the kite high, but it didn't fly. I was a little depressed and said, "Dad, I don't think we can let go." This sentence seems to be in contrast to me who just wanted to fly a kite with great interest. Dad went on to say, "Hey, try again. Do you want to go home as soon as you go out! " ""Of course not, "I said. We tried again. I held the kite high, jumped lightly and threw it out. Dad pulls the kite string very well. The kite finally flew, I cheered!

Immediately, my father pulled the kite string from time to time, and the kite flew up bit by bit, rippling slightly towards the blue sky and white clouds, like a free fish swimming around in the sea. My father said I was as happy as this fish. While enjoying myself, I asked, "Dad, why do you pull the kite string from time to time?" Don't you want it to fly higher? "Dad touched the kite string again and said," Pull the kite string to make it fly higher and farther. If you don't pull the kite string, the kite will soon lose its balance and fall! ""dad's eyes are kind but meaningful, as if to imply something. During this time, the thread on the spool has been released, and the kite will not fly high again. I naively asked my father, "Why not cut the kite string?" ? Otherwise, how can the kite fly higher? ""no, without the kite string, it means that the kite has lost its constraints. Without constraints, kites should let themselves go. How can it fly high! "Dad is a meaningful sentence, waiting for me to ponder-

This kite is just like us. If we don't give up again and again, we will succeed. On the other hand, if we do whatever we want, we will eventually fail to fly and fall again and again. If there are not a few kite strings, the kite will definitely not fly. Maybe it's not ours anymore. ...

Dad gave me a spool to connect the kite string with the kite. I know the fate of kites is in my hands.

Restraint, restraint ... I can't pull the kite string, and I will never cut it. It wants to fly and fly freely. ...

If it can understand me, I will say to it-you will enjoy flying to the fullest, and if you can, you are the tallest kite in this corner of the sky!

I looked up at the sky and watched the kite fly higher and higher, and gradually became a dot. ...

I write with a kite 10 Spring and March are good weather for flying kites. This weekend, my father took me to fly kites, and we had a good time.

This Saturday morning, my father and I went to fly kites happily. We came to an empty meadow, and I couldn't help lying on it. The spring breeze is warm, blowing people's faces floating, and I enjoy the beautiful scenery that nature has given us. Grandpa Sun is obviously in a good mood today. He scattered the bright sunshine everywhere. Golden light is like a yellow veil covering Mother Earth.

I was fascinated when my father came and gave me a push: "Are you here to fly a kite or to sleep?" ? If you do this again, I can go back. "I quickly stood up with a carp and stood with a kite as my father said. After everything was ready, I spread my legs and ran as fast as I could under my father's command. " Let me go. "I quickly let go. After a while, the kite rose slowly. "it worked! "I jumped three feet for joy. I saw that beautiful kite, which was even more dazzling against the blue sky. It is like a beautiful butterfly, flying freely in the sky.

Flying kites is really interesting. I will come again next week. I hope it will be fine next week!