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那轻小的纸鸢,是你童年的希冀么?屋后的竹,年年在长;少年的心,日日在大。惟有这早春时节,你总跟着父亲,砍屋后的竹,扎一只小小的纸鸢,然后等待着……等待一阵和煦的春风托起你,托起你的梦。哦,纸鸢少年,你还记得这些吗?那刚刚播种过的田野,那油亮亮的泥土,那弯弯曲曲的田埂小路,那蔚蓝蔚蓝的天空。你牵着你的纸鸢,就在这片萌着希望的土地上,跌了一跤又一跤。村边的小河还记得一个流泪的孩子呢!哦,纸鸢少年,如今你是故乡的一只纸鸢了。母亲牵着绵绵的情思,放飞了你。她相信,有一天,会飞回一只鹰。
That light paper kite, is your childhood hope? Bamboo house, every year in the long; young heart, day by day in the big. Only this early spring season, you always followed his father, cut bamboo house after the house, tie a small paper kite, and then waiting ... waiting for a warm spring bracing you, hold your dream. Oh, paper kite juvenile, do you still remember these? The fields that have just been sown, the bright earth, the winding fields, the blue sky. You holding your paper kite, just in this piece of adorable land of hope, fell again and again. Village side of the river still remember a child crying too! Oh, paper kite juvenile, and now you are a paper kite hometown. The mother holding the feeling of the cotton, let you fly. She believes one day flying an eagle.