回忆是一张多情的蛛网,粘住了童年飘飞的柳絮和花瓣儿。——题记风筝美丽的江南古镇,是我,第一个把拖着长长尾巴的春天,放上嫩蓝嫩蓝的天空。我上小学五年级了。星期天,好不容易得到妈妈的允许,坐在家门前的小山冈上放风筝。青青草坡,缀满彩蝶般绚丽的野花。我紧紧握住风筝线轴,用膝盖撑起书包,做着永远做不完的家庭作业。小心翼翼,不敢有半点走神儿。妈妈就坐在低矮的屋檐下,一边剥着豆荚,一边盯着我的一举一动。我机 Memories is a passionate cobweb, sticking to the childhood fluttering catkins and petals children. - Inscription Kite Beautiful southern town, is that I, the first to drag the long tail of the spring, put a tender blue sky blue. I am in fifth grade. Sunday, finally got the permission of my mother, sitting in front of the hill on the fly kite. Green grassy slope, full of colorful butterflies like wildflowers. I hold the kite spool tightly, hold my bag with my knees and do homework that I can never finish. Cautious, afraid to have the slightest distraction. Mother sitting under the low eaves, pea pods, while watching my every move. I machine