Video playback of my kite poem

Take me with my kite, my kite, take me to the blue sky quickly! I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly like a bird, across the sea, across the ocean. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! It's great to see all the children in the world in the sky. I want to hold hands with them and laugh with them. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! Make a fool of yourself and fly your dream kite. In spring, a broken kite hangs on my open window. That shiny nylon thread keeps flying in the spring breeze. Kite, kite, who is your little master? I guess the children who fly kites must be very happy and disappointed; His kite once flew to the twelfth floor, but it hung upside down and fell with the wind. Kite, kite, I want to find your little master. ) I took off this kite and accidentally found the name of the little master; Kites are made of test papers, and I also found the failing score! Don't ask, don't ask, I don't want to say his name. He is a little neighbor of mine and lives on the third floor of the building opposite. Tomorrow, I will invite him for a spring outing and return this kite to him by the way. (Of course, we have to talk about other things ...) Appreciation.