Essay Love is a Constant Topic .

What will not change is the yearning for the sky.

Early on Sunday morning, I walked alone down a long bluestone alley, hiding my face in the mellow breeze. The breath of early summer has been warmed, fermented and soothing in the corners of this small city in the south of the Yangtze River, so that people who get up early can feel its heat. Today, there is only a pitiful month before the high school entrance examination, and for our junior high school students, the tense atmosphere of the provisional examination is no less than the temperature of summer.

The stone paths in the park, the idlers resting under the lakeside pavilions, or whispering in groups, or gazing at a pool of crumpled lake water in the mist. The scenery I saw was indeed beautiful, but at this time I was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery at all. Every time I went home with the results, I couldn't hear my parents' complaints, but from the moment we looked at each other, I clearly knew their inner anxiety and worry.

And from their deliberately encouraging words, I felt like a kite that couldn't find the direction of the wind, and was in danger of falling to the ground at any time.

As I pondered, the hearty laughter of children could be heard in the distance, breaking the silence of the early morning in the park. I looked for prestige, and saw a few more kites dancing in the wind in the crisp sky. I took a step and walked in the direction of the kite, where a pair of children were flying their kite on a lush lawn.

One child holds a kite, the other a spool wrapped around a cotton thread. The breeze blows from the lake, and the child with the kite throws the kite into the sky, and the child holding the spool runs fast while winding the cotton thread out quickly. The kite floated tremblingly, crumbling, the child flying the kite had a solemn expression, calm and calm, holding a spool in his left hand and pinching a thin thread in his right hand.

The wind blows slowly. In an instant, these paper-tied objects became like elves, like birds soaring in the sky, no, they fly more freely than birds, and they are more fascinated by children!

I remember a poet who said: One glimpse of a bird in flight can relieve the weight of the soul. Because human beings have a desire to soar freely! And the joy in front of me once again activated the hidden desire in my heart: to cross a graceful arc in the long sky!

Look up at the sky and meditate: Do you want to stick to one side's field and slash and burn again and again? Do you want to chase the cool breeze pleasure of the unleashed Mercedes? Perhaps, as long as I take a small step, I can release myself and fulfill the ambition of "the red line is volleyed, and the green clouds have a way".

Migratory birds are also constantly migrating, looking for their best habitat, and in the long and arduous trek, they have tapped the potential of flight and plumped up their wings. The birds hovering under the eaves, who else can they think of but sparrows? Pluck up the courage to spread your wings and take a leap, and don't let flying become a never-ending desire for your wings.

Even if there is a blank and unsettled loss after "the gossamer is broken and weak, don't complain about the east wind and part", you must happily accept it!

Because I always believe that as long as I have the belief of yearning for the sky, the kite always belongs to the sky!