I remember it was when I was in kindergarten. Every weekend, I will see other children's parents taking them to fly kites in the park. Those kites are very beautiful, including swallows, butterflies, penguins and tropical fish ... I envy them very much. So, when I got home, I asked my mother to buy me a kite. Every time I think about it, my mother says, "Let's do it ourselves! A kite is very expensive. " I nodded and thought: Don't you just make a kite? It's simple! !
The next day, my mother bought the materials for making kites, so I made them myself according to the instructions. In this way, every day after school, I take time out to make kites. I wanted to finish it in a few days, so I went to fly a kite quickly. However, I didn't know how to do it on the third day. I read the instructions again and again, but I still couldn't do it. I went to consult my mother, who told me the specific method, but didn't do it for me. I was inspired by my mother and got through this.
A few days later, I ran into difficulties again. The instructions for that step didn't say how to do it. Maybe everyone didn't write that step because it seemed very simple! I went to ask my mother again. My mother looked at it and said, "It's so simple, do you also ask me?" Think for yourself. I'm sure you can figure it out. " I racked my brains, but I couldn't figure out what to do. On the weekend, I borrowed her kite from a classmate in my class. I observed it for a long time and suddenly realized it. I ran home quickly and finished that step. It was really simple!
after a long time and I don't know how many setbacks I experienced, I finally made the kite. Looking at the kite I made in front of me, I was very happy. I can't wait to fly a kite. But my mother's words are like pouring cold water on me: "will you let it go?" I won't help you! " Although I have made a kite, I can't fly it. Doesn't that mean I made it for nothing? What should I do? At this moment, mother said, "Go and find your father. Maybe he can teach you. " So, I went to see my father. After a month's study, I finally learned to fly a kite. I asked my mother to fly a kite with me, and my mother agreed. That weekend, I went flying kites with my mother.
I smiled when I saw the kite floating against the wind. This little kite contains how much sweat and hardship I have. This is the most beautiful kite!
In the long river of my memory, there are many memories about my childhood. They shine like shells. They are unforgettable things. Everything is full of laughter and joy, but also full of hardships and bitterness, ups and downs, and every taste has it. I will remember them forever and ever, they are my pride and the most precious memories!