The kite is broken. Composition 1 There is a broken kite in the wind. What a good estimate! So sad! Where is its home and who is its owner? Seeing it wandering around and homeless, I seem to see the young master's anxiety and sadness. How pitiful! Aren't the students and parents who stay at school the same way at the moment?
When I was in junior high school, my mother wanted me to be independent and let me live on campus. To tell the truth, I was really scared and reluctant, but considering my mother's wishes, I resolutely agreed to this decision.
At night, I regret, even a little surprised, that I can make such a decisive decision during the day. At first, sometimes it would be better to be with you, but I never fell asleep. Gradually, late at night, my last roommate fell down. The night is dim, looking out of the window, it is dark. From time to time, I can vaguely hear a few birdsongs. The moon in the sky is looming, flickering and erratic. Am I dizzy or a ghost? I was so scared that my legs trembled involuntarily and my heart was pounding. Sweat has been on my head, and I'm scared. When I was a child, I always thought in the dark, and ghosts and gods floated across hungry oh's mind. But I used to have my mother with me. I'm sure my mother was worried about me!
That night, I forced myself to divert my attention, but I fell asleep unconsciously, feeling less exaggerated. I used to be a little ridiculous. In order to realize my mother's wish, overcome my fear of darkness and make myself independent, I persisted in my decision under my mother's repeated questioning.
Later, I became independent, and I was not afraid of the dark. My mother is very happy and moved. Every night when I stay, my mother and I feel very uncomfortable, just like the kite is broken, and both sides are worried. However, the kite is free, it is independent. I hope it flies farther, and come back when you are tired!
The kite is broken. The girl in spring brings the good news of spring. Grass is out of the ground, flowers are smiling, and children's faces are full of laughter. Whenever I run in the square and see others flying kites, I always stop and look up at the colorful kites in the sky. I am also eager to fly kites and enjoy colorful spring.
In the evening, I asked my father to teach me to fly a kite. That's an old yellow kite, and the scarf on it is almost faded. My father taught me patiently: "The kite string should be put all the time, and it is good to pull it from time to time." I learn from my father's appearance, pulling and pulling, so happy.
Kites fly higher and higher. Suddenly, the kite string was broken. I ran over and grabbed the rope with a smile. So dad tied the thread and put it on, but the thread broke again. This time I didn't laugh, but I almost cried: "kite!" " The kite flew away again! "A kind aunt tried to help catch the kite string, but failed:" Sorry, I didn't catch it. "Dad and I flew to catch up. However, the kite didn't fly for a while and fell into a nearby construction site.
We walked into the construction site compound, and there was no one on the construction site. But there was a dog, and as soon as we took a stick more than ten centimeters long, it ran away in fear. "The kite was not found." I said gloomily. That kite has been with me for five years. It flew away, and I was very sad.
Although that unique kite has left me. But I also understand that everyone always wants to fly freely without worry, but when you lose your care, you may not fly far; If the kite leaves the line, it can't fly far.
The kite is broken. On a sunny day, my mother took my sister and me to fly kites in the park. There are already several kites chasing each other in the blue sky.
I couldn't wait to open my mullet, and my sister helped me hold it high. After I let out a short piece of rope, I shouted "Let go" and ran quickly with the rope. Although I ran breathlessly, my "mullet" floated down like a leaf before flying in the air, just like being drunk. Without fear, I finally sent the mullet to the sky when a gust of wind blew, and it flew higher and higher.
I secretly enjoyed that the mullet broke the rope and was blown far away by the wind. Mother smiled and said, "Now, no one's kite can fly as high as yours." I laughed too.
The kite is broken. Flowers wither and fly in the dance. I wonder where he is going. -inscription
Every March, when I see colorful kites flying overhead, I see familiar faces and broken kites. Knowing him makes half my flower season dull and interesting. Knowing him made me more free and easy when I left. Knowing him taught me to laugh at everything. Always attracted by his hearty smile, his smile is like magic, which dispels my inferiority and fear. When I was most depressed, that smiling face came into my world and became my friend who talked about everything. I once poured out my grievances to him. I acted like a spoiled brat in front of him. I cried in front of him because of my failure. At this time, that warm smile caught my eye and shot into my heart. He is like a lily on a cliff, and that tenacity attracts me. In more than 730 days together, the faint lily fragrance made me slowly learn to show myself and bloom myself. He once said: The ugly duckling pride will become an eye-catching white swan one day. Because of his words, I began to struggle. Although I can't make a red flower, I want to be an indispensable green leaf. Although it is not the protagonist, the supporting role should be interpreted incisively and vividly. The cold wind blew, and that smile was meaningless. I know my kite is going to fly, flying to his sky. I won't stop it, just promise each other: temporary separation is only for better reunion. Now that the flowers have withered, the sky has long lost the trace of kites, and the flowers are flying and heading for their own shore. Broken kite wishes you a happy life!
The kite is broken. Writing 5 Facing those successful people who wear rainbow silk, they are neither envious nor jealous, but choose their own exclusive signboard-silence.
I have been expecting, expecting, my future is as beautiful as a dream, so now I am very happy.
I always feel that something is missing, or maybe my expectations are too high. Like other children, I chose trust, but I didn't know I had made a big mistake.
I was thinking about my ideal, and the class teacher gave me this sentence: "Success is not in the future, but accumulated by daily efforts." Although I understood the superficial meaning and why I was afraid, I lost precious time because of uncertainty about my ideal and too many fantasies, so I didn't work hard. It is good to have expectations and dreams for the future, but if you spend too much youth in expectation, you always feel that you have lost something.
The brief words of the head teacher made me think deeply, but I still don't understand. Since I learned an article, I know that I expect too much from the future and miss the beauty around me. I have been working hard to carve and improve myself, and I always feel that I am not good enough and miss an opportunity. In fact, even if I won the prize at school, it is still a shell worth celebrating and commemorating.
The light I pursue may always be around, just like the opportunity I expect, but it is always around me, just depending on my eyes and how I look at it. If I regard a pencil as a priceless treasure, then it is priceless in my heart, not in the comprehensive vision of others. For example, my classmate picked a food in a food selection game, which is the most expensive food. However, he vomited immediately after eating. He doesn't like the taste of this food, but he still chooses this food because of its expensive price.
My friends don't understand why I always like to argue with others. What's the point of arguing like this? I once thought that there were so many people in front of me. If I fight like this, even if I win the first place in the world, what can I get? It is nothing more than honor and benefit, but what kind of mood am I in the process of chasing?
I am afraid that others will surpass me every day. Sometimes I want to stop and steal a lazy boy, but I have surpassed many people in front. I want to sit on the ground and cry, but I find myself behind. Sometimes I really want to rest and be as happy as those who are not competitive. But I just feel that I am still moving forward, I am still chasing, and I don't want to be behind them.
A kite with a broken thread, let it fly away … why should it fly back to me?
The kite is broken. Composition 6 "Don't be too demanding in everything. I must know that it is the wind of nature that controls me, not the broken wire in my hand ... "
When I was young, when I heard my mother's scolding, I would resist and sometimes get angry. I have always felt that my mother has become a fetter of freedom, limiting the game time and binding a heart eager to fly.
Finally one day, my mother promised to let me fly. She said, don't fly too high, or you will be blown to pieces in the wind and rain. With the help of my mother, I finally got used to the stormy days and stopped being afraid. Nowadays, in dealing with people, the original square edges and corners have been somewhat smooth.
The broken kite flew farther and farther, and I realized that the wind of nature was controlling me. ...
From the north to the south far away from home, I realized what is the warmth of home and what is maternal love. From birth to growth, there are many ups and downs, which do not affect parents' hearts! What has nothing to do with parents' sacrifice and dedication? A bowl of food may be as simple as that, but my mother has cooked it all her life and her hands have turned from white to thick. We think it's just a trace of time. In winter, cold water is still mother's hand, chapped hand, but how many children have bought a pair of waterproof gloves for their mother?
Today, many rural areas still ignore Mother's Day as usual; Children in the city may remember Mother's Day, and the flower shop will send a bunch of carnations to the elderly, but how much love is the social trend? ! We are so busy, maybe it's only half an hour to eat and chat with the old people? It is not that we don't have time, but that we have too many excuses and reasons to deal with.
No matter how we treat our mother, she still loves us. Maybe blood is thicker than water, but we shouldn't take it for granted, because one day we will be parents.
Mother's Day is coming. I hope you can make arrangements in advance and take some time to bless your mother on Mother's Day. Although maternal love has become a habit, it has also become a habit of us as children, and we will not let our mother down on our own festivals. ...
Postscript: Mom's holiday is only one day, so children should pay more attention, talk to the elderly and eat. Children who are away from home should remember to go home often.
The kite is broken. In spring, children fly kites in the park. The kite flew near the clouds for a while; And then it fell so low. The children are pulling kite strings and running around, very happy.
At this time, the kite said to the children, "Why do you take the thread and cut it so that I can fly higher!" " "The child said," Only when I hold the string can you fly, play with birds in the air and greet the white clouds on the clouds. If you cut the rope, you can't fly high ... "
"I don't listen to you." The kite shook its head and said, "If you pull me like this, I won't be free."
The kite struggled desperately and broke its string. It left the children and proudly said, "Goodbye, children, I am free!" " "
The kite flies and flies, but it can't fly high. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it staggered in the air, and finally fell down and landed in a stinking sewer.
I like a beautiful and interesting thing. Its name is kite. One spring a few years ago, my mother took me to fly a kite as I wished. I happily took the money my mother gave me and jumped on the kite stand. When my aunt saw me, her face changed and she introduced me enthusiastically. I was fascinated by the mighty eagle, the beautiful butterfly and the lovely penguin. After my "exclusion method", I finally chose a kite that I like better. It's a penguin kite. It seems to be greeting me! I am very happy to hold its hand and come to a vast land. I looked up and there were many "compatriots" flying! The penguin in his hand seems a little impatient. He can't wait to fly up and play with everyone. I feel extremely nervous and excited. My palms are swishing and sweating. It may be the first time to fly a kite. I've thought a lot. In a trance, I grabbed a thread and threw it into the sky. "Penguin" not only didn't fly into the sky, but was also "injured". I'm not convinced, but I still use the old method. As usual, the penguin jumped up quickly and fled in a hurry ... What happened? Doesn't it like the sky? Doesn't it like playing with its compatriots? Is there anyone behind this? Seeing that the situation was not good, my mother quickly came to help. Persuaded by us, Penguin finally staggered into the sky. Mother gasped and returned to the chair. I clap my hands happily, and the penguin seems quite happy, too. It ran to talk to Mickey for a while, then shifted its target and came to Phoenix to play ... One afternoon, we ran under a group of "animals", they flew over our heads, and the bright sunshine shone directly on them. We looked up. "animals" surrounded half the sky ... waves of cheerful voices flashed through my ears. Suddenly, I heard a strange voice in the cheerful voice. In an instant, the thread staggered down before my eyes. I stopped running and couldn't help looking up. Oh! The thread and the kite fly separately, ignoring each other. Don't, they make contradictions? Hey.-Penguins are dying. Who told him to escape the line? I couldn't help crying, and tears swirled in my eyes. I ran back to my mother and there was a burst of laughter behind me. I was even sadder, and I couldn't help turning my head. Huh? Isn't that my beloved penguin? It is still flying! I wiped my tears. Penguin flew to me happily, as if talking to me. I also ran happily, and the remaining tears splashed all the way ... Oh, a broken kite can fly. ...
Kite Broken Composition 9 In the blue sky, a broken kite 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 calmly. 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 each other and care about each other.
We were strangers once. I think you are arrogant. Although we are classmates, we are like strangers and have nothing to do with each other. The teacher transferred you to the back of my seat that day and told us to learn from each other. From that moment on, I really got to know you. In fact, you are friendly, kind and responsible. Remember the stage play we performed together? The performance script is just spoken casually by the teacher, but we simply think that the teacher is serious and is trying to rehearse 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 ill. The students in our group are very worried. Let me 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. Maybe it's because the wind is too strong, or maybe we didn't catch it hard enough. The kite's string broke and it was out of our control. I just watched the kite fly away, but you told me with a smile that the kite belongs to the sky. Now it is free at last, and can seek and pursue its own happiness with the wind. Maybe this kite will find the other half of its life, and then you will meet it. I nodded in disbelief. You told me that you wanted 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.
The kite is broken. The wind is blowing and someone is flying a kite outside. I squatted by the window and watched them put kites in the sky. Thought is like a kite with a broken thread, which can never be taken back. Once the kite is broken, what wind will blow it to which corner of the world? Will anyone find out? Or is it blown to a secret corner that no one knows, leaving it alone and dying alone? I envy those who fly kites, dragging a thread in their hands, and let them fight confidently against the blue sky. 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 perceived by the heart where it belongs. When a string holding a kite in the palm of your hand suddenly breaks, is the kite-flying person happy for the kite to start a new unrestrained life, or is it regrettable that he accidentally released this kite that he loves deeply? Perhaps, Kite has been longing to fly to the vast and lofty blue sky alone one day, because there is his childhood dream. The kite-flying person also hopes that the kite can pursue what he wants, but Qian Qian in his heart is reluctant to part with it. He was afraid that it would break and disappear again. He loves his kite so much that he has no courage to fly it! Perhaps, kites also hope that they can stay with the people who fly kites forever. But I can't resist the dream hidden deep in my heart. So, night after night, kite-flying people began to hesitate, hovering between advance and retreat, and made the final choice. Perhaps, the kite-flying person will choose to let 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 around. Because he is worried that the kite can't stand the attack of strong wind or even heavy rain. He is not sure whether anyone loves this kite more than himself. If you were a kite flying person, what would you choose?