Chapter 7 phoenix

"It's March 3rd of the year again, and the kites are flying all over the sky..." The children held the strings of the kites, sang songs, and ran on the green grass. March 3rd, the Kite Festival, is the most memorable festival for kites and the happiest time for children. It is a sunny spring day, the sun has just risen, and the spring breeze is filled with moving notes: flowers blooming in the field, children laughing happily on the ground, colorful kites flying freely in the sky...all these converge into spring The moving chorus, colorful and fragrant, makes the gods who came to the world linger and forget to return.Let us raise our heads and observe carefully, and listen intently—the kites in the sky have not yet learned to calm down to feel the world, they are scrambling to be the first to speak.

"I am the longest!" Centipede Kite triumphantly. The willow-leaf kite, which was a little shorter than it, was not angry. She said, "I am the softest." "I'm the biggest!" The elephant kite was confident. The lion kite, which was a little smaller than it, was not sad either. He said, "I am the most powerful." "I am the most beautiful!" The peacock kite spread its gorgeous and heavy tail feathers and flew from one treetop to another. The butterfly kite is also very beautiful, and she flies higher than the peacock... In front of the cabin on the edge of the meadow, a lame child was struggling to stand in the wind, lifting a huge kite above his head.It can be seen at a glance that this kite was not bought from a kite shop. Every bone and every piece of clothing is made by children.It has no strings, but it has a small bagpipe on its chest--this is certainly a child's original idea--this flute can accompany it when it flies high into the air and begins to sing.Its coat is not brightly colored non-woven silk and cellophane, but the child's drawing homework paper. The child tore off the pages of the homework book, pasted it up, and clumsily drew beautiful lines with colored pens—it is A phoenix, its eyes are clear and deep, because the child's tears once fell here; its heart is bright and sincere, because the bamboo branch once cut the child's finger, but he did not bandage it, and let the blood pour into the heart of this big bird .

For it, the child has been busy from last summer to today's spring. "Lame duck, crawl on the ground!" Children holding kite strings yelled happily and ran past him. "Big hen, patch!" The beautiful peacock flew over the phoenix's head, lowered its head and pecked the corolla on the phoenix's head.A tear dripped from Phoenix's eyes and fell on the child's face, and the child smiled: "It doesn't matter—we will definitely be able to fly." "Lame duck, crawling - quack quack!" More children ran past them, yelling. "Big hen, patch-cluck!"

More kites flew and danced, flying over their heads. One of the boys lit a match casually and threw it on the child's hair. "Peng", the hair is on fire - "Peng", the phoenix is ​​also on fire.A drop of blood dripped from Fenghuang's heart and landed on the child's heart.The child spread his arms and stood on tiptoe: "It doesn't matter - we can definitely fly." The fire surrounded them, engulfed them, and in the distance, the sirens of fire engines sounded.People watched from a distance, but they didn't dare to get too close, as if they were afraid that the gorgeous flames would snatch their spring clothes.The kites also gradually gathered around. They watched from a distance in the sky and discussed loudly—they said that it was really wonderful to have such a scene in this gorgeous festival—but the more exciting things are yet to come ——A flaming phoenix flew out of the fire!It was burning and flew up, and the fire on the ground seemed to be completely burned on it, and it disappeared all of a sudden.The child stood there intact, holding an invisible silk rope in his hand.The phoenix kite flew up to the top of the tree and was as tall as a peacock. At this moment, it took off its fire clothes, revealing pure golden light all over its body.Now, everyone can see that it is more powerful than a lion, more beautiful than a peacock, and it is the king of kites.

"I'm sorry, I laughed at you just now." Peacock blushed, "Now, in your light, my colorful clothes are so worthless!" "It doesn't matter, you're beautiful—a peacock doesn't become beautiful because it's on the hen's head, or ugly because it's beside a phoenix—fly! Fly! This is our festival." The phoenix continued to fly upwards, and the centipedes, willow leaves, elephants, lions, butterflies... all flew to its side: "Sorry, we laughed at you just now. Now, please be our king." "A kite is not base because it is dressed in a hen's coat, nor is it noble because it is dressed in a coat of pure gold--Fly! Fly! This is our festival."

Phoenix kites fly higher and farther.After it, the child ran across the grass, holding an invisible silk rope in his hand. "Look, he can run now." People clapped their hands happily and cheered, and everyone held the kite string in their hands, just like holding Meng's hand tightly. More and more kites are flying, the sky has become a sea of ​​kites, and the ground has become a world for children.The judges of the kite festival stood on the high Phoenix Mountain, holding the score sheet, carefully observing every kite in the sky.The wind was blowing their white beards, and their faces were full of smiles—the laughter of children had reduced them to children.

Suddenly, the children on the grass made a noise: "Come on! Come on!" The judges with white beards followed their line of sight and saw that the tiger and the lion in the sky were fighting, their threads were entangled, and they were kicking and struggling vigorously, face to face. "This is my territory, please get out!" said the tiger. "I came first, you should get out!" Of course, the lion was not to be outdone. However, the louder they roared, the tighter their bodies stuck together, and the long kite strings entangled them, and they slowly descended in the air-just when the lion was about to fall to the ground, a The huge golden phoenix flapped its wings and flew down from the sky. It flapped its wide wings vigorously, and the strong wind caused the two sunken kites to take off again.

"Let go of it and follow me." Phoenix said to the lion.The phoenix circled in the air, the lion followed behind it, and the tiger followed the lion. They flew slowly, round and round.Before they knew it, the knot between the tiger and the lion was untied.The children on the ground clapped again—all eyes were on them.They form a beautiful nucleus in the air.A huge force attracts the kites in the sky, making them strive upwards.Gorgeous peacocks followed behind the tiger, light and graceful butterflies followed behind the peacocks, willow leaves and centipedes followed behind the butterflies... Finally, all the kites followed, they broke free from the ropes that bound them freely, and followed Behind the phoenix, fly and fly, and fly into the blue sky.

Finally, the sun set in the distant valley, and the sky returned to the purity of the early morning—thousands of miles of blue sky, not a single kite, only a few white clouds floating quietly in the sky, seeming to be talking about the strange things that happened today.The results of the judges of the kite festival have come out, and the tweeter is announcing loudly: "The kite champion of the kite festival is—the phoenix kite!" The children cheered and ran towards the high podium of Phoenix Mountain.The gorgeous clouds covered the western sky, like a gorgeous brocade shining with golden light.The child knows that his kite will not come back again, and his phoenix has turned into a colorful sky - when his heart is full of darkness, this colorful cloud will rise on time.