春天,阳光穿透了树林。抬头,咦,天上那几个黑点是什么呢?原来,是几个孩童三五成群地进行比赛,好不热闹。它被一个黄衣男孩牵着的风筝飞着,飞着,后来跌落在树枝上。风筝已不像先前那般听话,只见它渐渐飘走,在天空不见了踪影。线缓缓落下,只见那男孩随手一扔,散在草丛里。这一小小的举动,却引发我心中些许波动,脑中浮现出各种各样的风筝远走高飞的情景……那原本水土资源丰富的村庄,现已杂草丛生,显露出一派荒凉的景象。年轻人像鸟一样飞走,家中只留下那 In spring, sunlight penetrates the woods. Looked up, 咦, what are the black spots in the sky? It turns out that a few children race in small groups in three groups and five in no time. It was flown by a yellow boy, a kite, and flew, then fell on the branch. Kite is not obedient as before, I saw it drifting away, disappeared in the sky. Line slowly falling, I saw the boy throw away, scattered in the grass. This little act has caused a slight fluctuation in my heart. There are many kites flying in my head. The village with rich soil and water resources is now overgrown with a desolate scene. The young man flies away like a bird, leaving only the home