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Kite, according to the wind, holding me, like thousands of stars fall into my eyes.

In the face of mom and dad's urging, the teacher's teachings, my childhood to where? Ideal is very fragile, because the reality is very cruel. Or that sentence, after all, when studying, we are always chasing others without stopping, aThe kite of childhood, although it has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but the kite is destined for me to be the fate of his students.ny one can not slow down the pace, flying freely against the wind.

I remember that once my classmates asked me what extracurricular classes I planned to go to next semester, and I immediately answered: "Mr. Chen's composition class!" I like Mr. Chen's class, because there is never a feeling of happiness and freedom, it is just a flying life.

In fact, I have heard of Mr. Chen very early, has been looking forward to a day of his class, in the first time into the classroom, there is an excited mood, there is a kind of uninvited guest embarrassment. Just meeting the teacher made me afraid to go into the classroom, not because the teacher was strict, but because I was a little ashamed to meet the idol.

Sitting in the new classroom ignorant, the wind outside the window from time to time blowing over my ears. Although after a short time, the memory was diluted by the study, but the teacher said what let everyone laugh, I really can not recall. The lamp on the ceiling makes the shadow of the hand fall on the page, carrying a beautiful temperature forever retained in the heart.

The kite of childhood, although it has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but the kite is destined for me to be the fate of his students.

I flew a kite many times, and to this day I still have five or six old hidden corners of my home. Flying a kite in an open pasture, paired with sunny weather, is just right.In the face of mom and dad's urging, the teacher's teachings, my childhood to where? Ideal is very fragile, because the reality is very cruel. Or that sentence, after all, when studying, we are always chasing others without stopping, any one can not slow down the pace, flying freely against the wind.

Read Mr. Lu Xun's "Weeds", I want to think that everyone knows that there is a "kite". The article is written when the young man tore up the young brother's beloved kite, depriving a child of the right of pure and innocent taste, feeling guilty, life difficult to get rid of the story.

At this time, we may have lost that kind of soul, but we know that kind of shame, that kind of worry.

I think the sun between the trees will shine one day, in the haystacks. Flowers will bloom one day, and my kite will fly high one day. The highest flight I can remember, it fell on the roof, the string was still in my hand, the kite was cut by debris.

And the kite is gone forever, there is still time, may the innocence be with me, put the freedom lightly on the kite on the roof. Though broken and fallen, the wind still carries it. What are you doing in the distance right now?

Whether yearning for innocence or freedom, are carrying the kite flying in my heart, never haggard, flying in the wind.