Eagle-like kite

The eagle kite was flown by my uncle when he was a child. According to my father, after it was put up, a real eagle was fighting with it. There are only two pots of oleander in the empty greenhouse. I suddenly felt a little nervous because it was dark and I was alone in the empty garden.

Analysis: this paragraph is about the eagle kite, and then turn to oleander. These descriptions are transferred from memories to reality. For example, when writing eagle kites, they are memories, while when writing oleander, they are reality.

Structure: From memory to reality, some emotions are rendered by some landscapes.

Imitation:/kloc-When I was 0/3 years old, my uncle died suddenly. At that time, my uncle was in the hospital. He suffers from mental illness. He has been to the hospital several times before, but this time he didn't come back. I remember everyone was crying. My uncle was only 565,438+0 when he left. His three sons, the youngest, have no family or even a house. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the aunt family. Auntie cries every day, when the farm is busy and when she is unhappy. Grandparents were still alive when my uncle left. They are usually not good at words. After uncle left, they could only vent in tears. At that time, I was quite afraid of people who died, but I was not afraid of my uncle. I may know that he is a relative. Now I don't remember my uncle. When I heard my mother say that my uncle was pulled back, he was completely gone. The whole person is swollen, not like him at all, only the shoes on his feet are like his.