Poems about children flying kites

Rural residence

High set

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Kites fly to heaven.

a certain person

Children don't know that the wind belongs to cool thin,

I am bent on using the west wind.

The antenna on the kite is broken.

There are only clouds in the desert.