I remember being naive when I was a child. Like other children, kites are my favorite. My father agreed to let me fly a kite and taught me to fly a kite. Teach me to fly a kite when I'm done. My father and I came to an empty meadow and watched my father run fast against the warm spring breeze. Kites fly very slowly. I shouted happily, fly, fly! Watching the kite fly higher and higher, my father handed me the kite string and asked me to try to fly it. I happily took the kite string, ran and jumped, and let the beautiful swallow fly in the sky.
In the evening, my father and I came home, and my mother was very angry when she learned that my father took me to fly kites. That's why my mother doesn't allow me to fly kites. As Lu Xun said in Kite, my mother thought kites were for worthless children, so she forbade me to play them. My mother broke the kite angrily. I remember crying many times.
I gradually walked out of the corridor of memory and returned to the real world.
I looked up and continued to appreciate the kites in the sky. The kite flies higher and higher, as if trying its best to break free from the shackles of that kite line. I think I'm like a kite, aren't I? Trying to break free from the bondage of parents and teachers.
Finally, the kite string was broken. I saw the kite flying freely in the sky, as if it had won, but after a while, it slowly began to fall. I wonder if I would fall like a kite with a broken string without the constraint of my parents and teachers. The answer is yes.
I am like that kite, and my parents and teachers are like pulling my kite string. I won't break free again, because I know that they will lead me to fly higher and higher. Will make me fly proudly!