那一次,我放起了一只风筝,一只嫩绿色的风筝。看着别人的风筝,放得好高、好远,心中有说不出的羡慕。于是我大胆地放着线,希望自己的风筝也能飞得很高、很远。我兴奋地在草地上飞奔,我的风筝如愿以偿地飞在了不敢臆测的高空。我加快了速度,欢呼着,沐浴在春光中,享受春天给予的满足感。但,这时,我却止步了——我的风筝呢?它逃出了我的视线。哪怕我跑得再快再远,我眼中的只是前方的人儿和树木。我的风筝,它在我的目光所 That time, I put up a kite, a tender green kite. Looked at the kite of others, put so high, so far, there is no envy in my heart. So I put a bold line, I hope my kite can fly high, far away. I am excited to run in the grass, my kite so lucky to fly in the height of the speculation. I speed up, cheer, bathe in the spring and enjoy the spring of satisfaction. But, then, I stopped - my kite? It escaped my sight. Even if I ran farther and farther, my eyes were only the children and trees in front. My kite, it is in my eyes