He began to pay off the line, holding the kite in one hand and the line in the other. Ah! Fly! I really admire him in my heart, but it doesn't last long. The kite suddenly turned several times and fell.
The little boy didn't lose heart. He tightened the line again and let the kite float in the wind. At first, he didn't dare to let go, and the kite floated around his head. The wind stopped and he began to let out the wind slowly. The kite is flying in the sky again! No, the kite fell to the left and swayed a few times, then fell to the ground.
The sunset gradually set behind the western hills.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother picked green reed leaves and made zongzi.
A lovely bird, singing in the tree.
In the evening, when the sun goes down, the fishermen sing sweet fishing songs and return home with full loads. The lake is dotted with light like stars in the sky. Under the irradiation of moonlight, (water town) is more charming.