一块布,两支竹,撑起了我平凡而卑微的身体。两只手,一阵风,吹起了我脆弱而渺小的身体。没错,我是一只风筝。我是在一群孩子期待的目光中诞生的。我是他们用小小的双手做起来的。正因为如此,我没有市面上卖的风筝华丽,也没有它们硕大。我很渺小,可是我并不自卑。相反的,我看不起 A cloth, two bamboos, propped up my ordinary and humble body. Two hands and a gust of wind blew my fragile and small body. Yes, I am a kite. I was born in the eyes of a group of children. I made them with little hands. Because of this, I have no gorgeous kites on the market, nor are they huge. I am very small, but I do not feel inferior. On the contrary, I look down