The ancient poems about flying kites include: Village Residence, Poems on Flying Kites, Watching Children Play on the Creek in the Village, Paper Kites, Chanting a Paper Kite to Send the Land to Beijing, and so on.
1. Village Residence:
The grass grows long and the warbler flies in February, and the willows on the dike are drunk with spring smoke. Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Appreciation: In February of the lunar calendar, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and even the willows are intoxicated by the fog in this spring. The children finished school early, so they quickly put the kites high in the spring breeze. At this time, children are carefree, and the pressure of academic competition is not so great. They can play willfully, enjoy spring and enjoy the beautiful nature.
2. Poem on the Picture of the Wind and the Kite:
The wicker is rubbed with thread and cotton, which is enough to put a kite in a thousand places. How much force the spring breeze can dissipate, and take the children to the sky.
Appreciation: The poet watched the children fly kites heartily, and the kites flew higher and higher, which was the power of the wind. I can't help but hope that every child can use the cultivation of his parents to get ahead like a kite. This is the poet's blessing and prayer as an elder.
3. "Watching the village children play on the stream":
Rainy brook swept the embankment flat, and watched the village children thank the sunset. Bamboo and horses stumble and rush to the middle of the lake, and paper kites are domineering and whistling with the wind. In the third winter, I learned from Confucian scholars temporarily, and I also cultivated from my parents. Literacy is roughly comparable to tribute, so you don't have to work hard for your officials.
Appreciation: Children are always happy and enjoy their play time. Lu You, as a well-read poet, said that he only needed to know a few words. Everything is just because of the knowledgeable and ambitious land tour, and now I am still at home.
4. "The kite":
The sky is blue and the autumn is in Fang Jing, but the flying power is still weak. The cool breeze, such as trust, will eventually * * * Bai Yunfei.
Appreciation: Most of the time, we like flying kites in spring, and some people like flying kites in autumn. It's just that the power of the kite is too small to fly. If the breeze can be entrusted, it will fly to the white clouds by the wind. No matter how high a kite flies, it always depends on the wind. If there is no wind, it can't climb to the top, and it can't attract people to look up and wait.
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A hundred feet east wind dances the kite, making a sound for no reason. Life is rootless, but it is held by fame.
Appreciation: When seeing my friends off, I saw kites flying in the sky, which was graceful. Unconsciously, I have to part with my friends again. I can't help thinking that life, like this kite, has no roots. Kites fly by the thread, and that fame and fortune is the thread that holds us.