1 I was shocked and sad that kites were flying on the 2nd of October.
The season of flying kites in my hometown is February in spring. If the wind blows a rustling sound, you can see short black when you stretch it out.
A tender crab kite or a blue centipede kite. Kite tiles are lonely, windless and round, sometimes low.
Ordinary color TV programs look pitiful. But by this time, willows had sprouted on the ground, early mountain peaches had also sprouted, and there were children.
Their sky is dotted with a mild spring camp. Where am I now? Four are still in winter.
Cold and war bid farewell to their hometown, and the war left in spring, but it was in this sky.
But I don't always love flying kites, not only love and surround him, because I think it's worthless and demeaning to children.
The factors of doing. In contrast to me, my little brother, who was probably parked outside when he was 20 years old, was sick and had no cure.
However, Kan likes kites best, so he can't afford to buy them himself, and I won't let him bring them. He has to leave one and look at the flowers in the air.
God, sometimes it's half a day. The kite suddenly flew into the distance like a crab, he exclaimed; Two tile kite strings
After untied the rope, he jumped. All these things of him, in my opinion, are laughingstock and despicable.