初春,天还森冷森冷的,大人们都干着他们的事了;我们这些孩子,积了一个冬天烦闷,就寻思着我们的快乐,去做风筝了。在芦塘里找到了几根细苇,偷偷地再撕了作业本儿,我们便做起来了。做一个蝴蝶样儿的吧,做一个白鹤样儿的吧;我们精心地做着,把春天的憧憬和希望,都做进去;然而,做起来了,却是个什么样儿都不是的样子了。但我们依然快活,便叫它是“幸福鸟”,还把我们的名字都写在了上边。终于拣下个晴日子,我们便把它放起来:一个人先用手托着,一个人就牵了线儿,站在远远的地 In the early spring, when the weather was cold and cold, the adults were doing their affairs; our children, having accumulated a winter bored, pondered our happiness and went to make kites. After we found a few skeletons in the pond and secretly reopened the operation, we did it. Let’s be a butterfly and make a crane. We do it carefully, and we do all the tricks and hopes of spring. However, when we do it, it’s nothing like it. But we are still happy. We call it a “happy bird,” and we have written our names on it. We finally picked up the next sunny day, and we put it away: One person held it with his hands first, and one took the lead and stood far away.