Sunday, March 8, 2009

Fly, Fly, Fly A Kite

Kites have become my friends since I was a child. I remember the melody of a song, where are the kites in the sky? Where are we once upon a time? They all disappeared.
One afternoon I saw someone flying a kite on campus. That day the weather was warm and the wind was strong, and the bright sun shines to bring me happy mood. But I had a feeling of lose when I saw someone flying a kite. I didn't know why was that.

Every spring, there are a lot of people fly kites at the bank of the river in my hometown. When I was in high school, I really enjoyed to fly a kite with friends there. The wind and clouds created a natural painting which exists in other to highlight the kite, the colorful kite, and my life in high school. Today everything is different. I love my life here in PUC, but nostalgia is like a piece of cloud that always can be seen when I look up to the kite. Anyway, I've lost my childhood. In some cases, kites comfort me a lot.

And a song flies with the kite: fly fly fly a kite

2 comments:

  1. This picture calls back my memory of my hometown. I miss it very much. When I was young, I also went to fly a kite there. It is very interesting.

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  2. Your friend is so different, A Kite. The kite reminds you of your feeling of your hometown, childhood. Don't feel lonely, we are around you!

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