Ancient poems about paper kites

Cunju

Author: Gao Ding

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Guan Cun tong Xi Xi Shang

(Song) Lu You

The bamboo horse staggered away.

Kites are full of domineering, whistling with the wind.