这是一本书,它的封面是一片灿烂的彩霞,太阳的身影氤氲在远方。一只风筝,似冲破了迷离的天际。在风中,它自由着,飞翔着,也许动荡过,但在线遥遥的另一端,却永远有一个人在牵引着它,带着它一起去追溯它的家乡——阿富汗。阿富汗,一个在我眼中战火纷飞的地方。然而在《追风筝的人》这本书中,我却看到那里的孩子也可以像其他孩子一样天真地欢笑,在一片翠绿的草地里奔跑、追逐。这里,又重新成为了一个有欢乐的国度。书中的阿米尔和哈桑也曾一同生活在这片 This is a book, its cover is a brilliant pink clouds, the sun’s shadow 氤 氲 in the distance. A kite, like breaking the blurred sky. In the wind, it is free, flying, and perhaps turbulent, but there is always someone on the other side of the line pulling it and carrying it back to its hometown, Afghanistan. Afghanistan, a war-torn place in my eyes. However, in the book “The Kite Runner,” I see children there who, like other children, can be naively laughing, running and chasing in a meadow of green grass. Here again, it has become a happy country. Amir and Hassan in the book also lived together in this piece