Poems about flying kites (poems by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty)

"Village Residence"

Gaoding

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky,

The willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke.

Children came back early from school,

busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites

Anonymous

Children don’t know how cool the wind is,

they want to take advantage of the west wind.

The antenna on the paper kite was torn off,

There were only clouds in the deserted Qiang sky.