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1. Kites are childhood memories.

2. Kites are the fantasy of youth.

3. Kites are the care of middle age.

4. The kite is the continuation of the dream.

5. The kite is the tune of youth.

6. The kite is a harbor for dreams.

7. The kite is a sad sigh.

8. A kite is a sail of courage.

9. Kites are the whimsical ideas of youth.

Kites are the continuation of dreams.

The kite was invented by the Chinese, according to legend, Mo Zhai made a wooden bird from wood, developed for three years, is the earliest origin of human kites, and later Luban used bamboo, improved Mo Zhai's kite material, and evolved into today's multi-line kite.

<> "Original text: The eagle kite was flown by the uncle when he was young. According to my father, after putting it up, there were real eagles who fought with it.

There were only two pots of oleanders in the empty flower room. The oleander was so full of saffron that I suddenly felt a little nervous, because it was suddenly dark, and I was alone in the empty garden.

Analysis: This paragraph is about the eagle kite, and then moving on to the oleander. These descriptions are transferred from memories to reality, for example, when writing about eagles and kites, it is memory, and when writing about oleanders, it is in reality.

Structure: From memories to reality, some emotions are rendered by some scenes.

Copywriting: When I was 13 years old, my uncle died suddenly. At that time, the uncle was in the hospital, he was suffering from mental illness, and he had been to the hospital several times before, but this time he did not come back.

I remember everyone was crying at that time, the uncle was only 51 years old when he left, and his three sons in the family, the youngest third brother had not yet started a family, and he did not even have a house. For the eldest mother's family, this is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, the eldest mother cries every day, cries when she is busy with farming, and cries when she is not happy. When the uncle left, the grandparents were still alive, and they were usually not good at words, and after the uncle left, they could only vent with tears.

At that time, I was still quite afraid of the deceased, but I was not afraid of the uncle, I probably knew that he was a relative. Now I don't have any memory of the uncle, I heard my mother say that when the uncle was pulled back, there was no longer the appearance of his former match, the whole person was swollen, not like him at all, only the shoes on his feet looked like his.

With a wide forehead, a wrinkled face and graying temples, this is our portrait of Mr. Jiang. She was the teacher who taught me in the sixth grade, she was a popular teacher, she was a friendly, selfless teacher...The teacher's voice was high and low during class, as if the clear spring of a mountain stream was flowing slowly through my heart.

Therefore, the students were completely attracted by her lectures, and they all followed the expression on her face, sometimes contemplative, sometimes bright, sometimes nodding frequently, and sometimes bowing their heads and smiling. She took care of us like a diligent gardener, nurturing our young shoots. Once, I had a problem that I couldn't do, and suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, "Go ask the teacher."

So I went, and on the way there, I thought: Will the teacher fall asleep early at night? Will the teacher be away from home?

While these two questions were still lingering in my mind, I realized that I had arrived at the teacher's doorstep. The door was not closed, and I could see a faint light through the crack in the door, which turned out to be the teacher still correcting homework. So I knocked on the door, but the teacher didn't hear me.

I thought: maybe the teacher is overtired and falls asleep! Or maybe you're seriously changing your homework.

So I knocked on the door again, and this time, the teacher came out. I told her I couldn't answer a question, so she told me to go in. When I arrived at the teacher's house, I found that the teacher had two bookshelves, all of which were books, and there were still books next to them, which showed that the teacher was very knowledgeable.

There's also a desk, and I think that's the teacher's desk! At a glance, there are several piles of homework on the desk, and these homework are like several mountains, pressing on the teacher, making the teacher stay up late and sad. I told her about these topics, and she explained them to me carefully and told me to do them again.

After that, she went back to her homework. Suddenly, I noticed that the teacher's hair had been dyed white with chalk ash, and the wrinkles on the teacher's face were clearly visible from the pressure of time. On the way back, I kept thinking and saying to myself

The teacher has been eroded by the years, but why do some students say that the teacher is not good? Yes, this is the teacher, this is the teacher who worked hard for us!

You can let them experience the joy of kite flying with hands-on activities.

Umbrellas: Whenever people raise their umbrellas in the sparse rain, my heart is heavy and I feel a strong sense of guilt.

When it rains, they like to hold a colorful, good-looking umbrella to shelter from the rain. Under the dark gray canopy, the gorgeous, brightly colored umbrellas reflect the ground, and if you look down from above, it is a very beautiful sight. But I don't love umbrellas, not only don't I love them, but I hate them.

Because I think it's easy to hurt people and it's ugly. Unlike me, my cousin was about four years old at the time. However, he loved to see brightly colored and beautiful umbrellas, but I didn't allow him to play with them, so he had to wear a thick raincoat and go out to watch others play with beautiful umbrellas.

He would be very happy to see his favorite blue umbrella; When he sees someone else's umbrella broken, he will let out a helpless sigh. All of this seems ridiculous to me. Once, when he was looking at someone else's umbrella, the man saw that she liked it and handed it to him to play with.

I happened to be bumped into by me who was passing by, and I angrily stepped forward and grabbed the umbrella from her hand and flattened it and gave it back to the man, and he wailed. I ignored it and walked away without looking back, and I didn't know what happened to him and didn't care.

Now, whenever I see every umbrella passing by, the scene of my childhood mental abuse of him suddenly appears in front of me. I felt guilty like never before, and I thought of many ways to make amends and admit my mistakes to her. But I could read from his puzzled eyes that she remembered everything, so I bought a colorful umbrella to play with him.

I remember how happy she was that day, the bright umbrella intertwined with his bright smile. She spun around with an umbrella in her hand, and I seemed to see a lovely angel smiling at me. That innocent smile wiped away my heavy guilt, and I couldn't help but hold an umbrella with him and turn around...

On the banks of the Cham River, where the sky is high and the earth is wide, the kite soaring in the sky and the men, women and children watching the kite have become the attractive scenery here. I once saw a peasant woman selling hot corn, when passing by the Zhanhe Bridge, facing the colorful kites in the blue sky and white clouds, she couldn't help but stop her steps, stop and look up, and did not want to leave for a long time, but actually cooled a basket of hot corn. I also saw a pair of ancient couples, helping each other, walking a two-kilometer long street with great difficulty, and came to the bridge, stretching out their hands like dead branches; Pointing and scribbling on the top of his head, talking, looking up, that look, that joy, is very moving.

Folklore says that spring is the season when yang energy rises, and only when yang energy rises, can kites fly. I'm sure of that. However, now the kite on the Zhanhe Bridge has opened my eyes.

Here, all year round, whether it is cold or hot, as long as there is wind, you can see kites flying in the sky. The kite flyers are all retirees. With their own intelligence and spirituality, they have personal experience and precise research on the relationship between kite flight and wind power and wind direction.

It is said that the size of the kite, the length of the tail, and the thickness of the string are closely related to the strength of the wind. So, they did it themselves, skillfully crafted, and made all kinds of kites of different sizes, different shapes, suitable for different winds, and different weather. Therefore, on the Zhanhe Bridge, no matter how strong the wind is, no matter whether the scorching sun is in the sky or drizzle, you can always see the kite flying with wings; You can always see the crane with a childish face, not afraid of cold and heat, not afraid of wind and rain.

Their obsession with kites is like a child's obsession with sleeping and forgetting to eat. The kite evokes the innocent childhood and fiery youth of these old men, making them pursue lofty, soar physically and mentally, and enjoy themselves in the sky.

Why does the kite have such a great charm that the old people are so obsessed? Actually empathize with men and women in love? And how can you draw countless eyes to the sky?

I thought, probably all life in the world wants to grow wings, to rise and fly, and even more so for human beings. The clarity of the sky, the clarity of the sky, the loftiness and profundity of the sky, the moving and changing clouds, the free wind ......They are all rare curiosities on the land, and they are all longed for and pursued by people who have lived on the land for a long time and are disgusted with mud and dirt. The kite was the first man-made flying object to evoke the flying nature of humans.

Therefore, there is that forgetful gaze, and there is that untired head. Only then did I realize why almost everyone had the helpless experience of climbing trees and going to the house in their childhood. Again, I thought, the kite is the messenger of spring.

When people see kites flying in the sky, a sense of spring rises in their hearts. Who doesn't envy the vigor and charm of spring!

Whenever people are immersed in the joy of the New Year, setting off brilliant fireworks under the deep blue sky, I can't be happier.

When the New Year comes, people like to set off brilliant fireworks, under the deep blue sky, the bright fireworks, as if the boundless night is lit, illuminated as bright as day, and the stars in the sky correspond to each other, showing a joyful scene.

And I don't love fireworks, not only don't I love them, but I hate them. My thing was dangerous and smelly, and unlike me was my cousin, who was about five years old at the time, but she loved fireworks the most, but I didn't allow her to do so, so she had to wear a thick cotton coat, and go out to see someone else, and a long flame was lit, and she cheered with joy; When a firework goes out, she sighs helplessly. She's ridiculous in my opinion.

Once, she was watching others set off fireworks and was fascinated, and the man saw that she liked fireworks, so he gave her one, and I happened to be bumped into by me who was passing by, and I angrily stepped forward, snatched the fireworks stick from her hand, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it. She burst into tears, and I ignored it and walked away without looking back. I didn't care what happened to her.

Now, whenever I see the fireworks burning, the scene of mental abuse in my childhood suddenly appears in front of my eyes, and I feel a sense of guilt that I have never felt before.

I thought of a way to make up for it: admit my mistake to her, but from her puzzled look, I could read that she remembered it too. So, I bought fireworks and set them off with her, I remember, she was very happy that day, the brilliant fireworks were intertwined with her bright smile, she held the fireworks and turned around, I seemed to see the lovely angel smiling at me, that innocent smile, erasing my heavy guilt.

I couldn't help it, and I also held hands with her with a fireworks stick.

"Squeak......"Squeak......"Chalk in.

The blackboard moved, and gradually, it became a dot, a small body was gone, and in its place were lines of text on the blackboard. These lines of words take us to the mysterious world of knowledge and let us raise the sails of our ideals.

When wiping the blackboard, the chalk stood silently beside it, and let the board eraser gently rub the blackboard, erasing the lines of handwriting it wrote with its body, and countless thin chalk ends slowly fell down, like jade shavings; Like snowflakes ......But I guess it's more like a spirit, a spirit of silent dedication, more like that kind of noble person. These are the teachers who are working silently and diligently to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. Teachers, they have paid their blood and sweat and diligently cultivated the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation.

They worked hard, from spring to autumn, from green hair to gray temples, with a meager salary, but never complained; Let students step on their own shoulders to climb the throne of success; Accept flowers, applause and trophies, but never take credit for yourself. Isn't this the selfless spirit of chalk? I praise chalk, and even more praise people with the spirit of chalk - because they don't care about personal gains and losses, don't fight for fame and fortune, and selflessly dedicate themselves to society!

1. A kite, a beautiful kite. A pine cone, a plump pine cone.

2. A kite, a beautiful kite. A pine cone, a big pine cone.

3. A kite, a beautiful kite. A pine cone, a giant pine cone.

4. A kite, a beautiful kite. A pine cone, a good-looking spring pine cone.