Vaguely like a song, you can hear it, but it is blown by the wind and doesn't tune it. -Gao Pian's kite.

Spring breeze has no credentials since ancient times, only one rider plays the flute. -Xu Wei called Poems on the Wind and Kites.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"

Where the kite was broken, it was blown down on the branches of apricot trees. -Luo's "Spring Boudoir"

Suddenly the parrot whispered outside the window and the kite blew off the west side of the eaves. -Chen Changsheng "Spring is a Letter"