Last month, I wrote about flying kites, but I just read it again. I always feel that there is something missing in my heart. It seems that flying kites is not only leisure, comfortable and poetic, but also exciting, thrilling and interesting sports.I don‘t like running, playing or other sports.
Therefore, I have always been unable to see the results of sports, so my father chose this sport for me to fly kites. My father said that I was too playful. He said that I could fly kites for playing and exercising. My sister said that it was called shooting two birds with one st time, I just read, and I tasted by feeling. I imagined that in the articles I read on weekdays, I always described kites like this. So in the beginning, I was really not interested in it. I couldn’t figure it out all the time.
Why? Why? Take a kite, throw it on the nature and run in the fields (lawns). How boring! I feel a little idiotic.In fact, otherwise, at the beginning, I took my father‘s order to throw a kite. I was not very happy, so I thought about it. But I was helpless for a long time. The kite on the right side was thrown into the sky, and the spool rolled quickly. Because the field is too rough, and I am not fast at running, so the kite soon fell down, and tried again. I tried my best to run, running all the time, I dare not turn back. Because I am afraid, I am afraid to see that sad scene, a small kite, gently falling in the air. Then I fell heavily on the ground, once, twice, three times, four times and again all failed.
Slowly, I lost confidence and thought: anyway, it’s no use trying many times, I‘m doomed to be unable to put it on. Ah, but I don’t want it to end in failure. It‘s my character. I’ve always wanted to be perfect. I don‘t want defects, so I can’t give up, and I won‘t give up.Pick up the kite and come again. Throw it up with your right hand. Run! Run! At this point, I know and I understand. Now I’m like running away from a dangerous house. I only have to run, run all the time, run without strength until I run out of the dangerous area. Only in this way can I be saved. I have no strength, but I don‘t know if it’s safe. I bit my teeth and looked back. WOW?! Up, finally up, because I am too happy, excited, almost fell down again. But fortunately, I got a little off-line axis and recovered. To be honest, if you want to ask me about my kite flying experience, I still can‘t answer it. I was burying my head and running when the kite slowly went up.However, I have learned a little from my character: as long as I persist, nothing can be done.Flying a kite may be a vulgar sport, or an extremely tasteless sport, but it is an excellent sport, exciting, elegant, both have.I don’t know if my writing is complete or flawed, but I think, what I think, what I feel, I write it out, like: the feeling of flying a kite that is expected and can‘t fly, the feeling of being near and far away, the feeling of failure and can’t help, the feeling of being afraid to come down, the feeling of tensing like a string, the feeling of flying successfully and quiet The feeling of.
Although it may not be a sacred and lofty feeling, it is the most beautiful one. I don‘t know who it is. He once told me that. The kite is a holy door, it separates two complete worlds, the line is like the sunlight passage to the holy door. So kite is a beautiful hope for us.
More people say: Look! Kite, close but untouchable, it is your hope, as long as you grasp the spool, its fate will be controlled by you. Don’t let it fly freely, but it must be restricted by you, so you can have a sense of security, right?By the way, in the end, I have a question for you.
I‘ve been bored for a long time: would you like to try this sport? If you like, let’s move quickly!
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