Kite of childhood

Kites and childhood are beautiful features imbued with the soul of the countryside. Who through childhood has not once let their dreams fly high in the wind on a kite?

When I was young, my friends and I in the neighborhood often went to the corner of the garden to whittle bamboo to weave kites every summer. Sometimes, we were so desperate that we took our mother's conical hat to the field and removed the brim to make strips. On a peaceful summer afternoon, sitting together to make kites was the most fun. Some made the ribs, some stirred the glue, some cut the paper, some glued it. Round kites, triangular kites... each one was carefully cared for, with tails and wings attached. We also prepared the kite strings. Each of us had a can of cow's milk wrapped around hundreds of meters of line, thread, and thread... All of these were found by our own efforts. We could take the thread from cement bags, armor cloth, or steal our father's fishing line. In general, we made use of it and then put it together. The most fun was when we flew kites. The sky was vast and boundless. The wind blew in full force, on the empty land at the end of the village, we gathered together to compete, releasing our dreams into the sky. Even though it was a hot afternoon, it didn't matter, we were so happy that we forgot everything. No need for a shirt or hat, it's too cumbersome, just wearing shorts is the lightest thing. Just run like that in the wind to pull the kite up.

The stronger the wind, the longer the string, the higher the kite flies. When the string is fully stretched, looking at the kite high in the sky, one can fully feel the passion of childhood happiness. The kite string breaks, no problem, we can sharpen the bamboo strips and remake it, it is still as fun and enjoyable as the beginning. The greatest joy of childhood is wanting to make the thing you dream of with your own hands.

But that was a thing of the past. Nowadays, although kite flying is still a passion among children, it seems that it is not very passionate. Kites still fly in the countryside, kites still fly in the city, but they are all just ready-made products. Instead of paper kites, kites are now made of fabric, with bright colors, long tails, and wide wings. Who needs a green, red, purple, yellow kit, with strings, with shafts... they can have as much money as they want. Where is the effort to sit and shave bamboo, split bamboo strips, cut paper to glue the kite? If you like it, you can play, if one is broken, you can buy another. In this advanced era, everything is available, children today are so lucky!

So convenient, but why every time I see the "technology" kite flying, I feel like the soul of the countryside has been lost and in that brilliant color only the value of money appears.

I dream of becoming a child again, stealing my old mother's conical hat, removing the brim to make a kite and let my dreams fly high.

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