1
kite flying is an ideal tied to one end of the line is worried about.
ideal hopes flying high, falling more worried about starting to go, Shen.
's vocation is to fly kites, flying into the sky, clouds, only bigger. As kite only happy.
As a result, worried about the line quietly cut himself, and all the affection, placed bottom of my heart. Time solar eclipse, the line has gradually become Xiu Fu will no longer find no trace straight.
kite flying high, through the power of the wind, or see the magnificent rivers, or the hook of the trees in the Green Yingying.
one day, it crossed a lavender flower. It is gently leaned over to smell the smell.
Xiu line that was turned into a miss. Since then, a ray of fragrance, but also over the horizon with the kite.
2
so many people to the Kap Shui. Furui faint, water quality is still Qinglie.
people are overjoyed. With the cask, with pots of acridine, full, overflow to the arm, the red and green clothes.
people have gone around again Qingji down an ancient well.
I gently close the lid, covered with red and yellow leaves. It needed a break.
Or, when the stars Zhuiman the sky, I quietly opened it, heard it Aortic's heart, faint halo on my shadow.
I think only I would understand.
so I am old, let my soul, to continue to accompany it.
3
You say you want into the possession of my heart, let me into a splendid pearl Shaohua.
I do not. Each of the grinding, will make you ache, each layer of texture Guangrun pearl, made by your tears drip.
I do not want you hurt, I do not want you to tears.
I would rather you are allowed to gaze longingly. Even themselves, by wind and waves roll wrapped away, without a trace.
I want you to eternal life.
4
You say you like fun, do you like the new sky light.
but I was always the pessimist, through thick bloom, I am always sad to see it fall.
but I am willing you to make a fireworks display. Let your holiday night, looked up, exposing to meet the faces.
life I used to bloom, with one second to close Rong.
you go home, I lay on the earth peace, the body printed on the cool and bright moonlight.
I would also like to act the way you.
一
风筝放飞的是理想，系于一端的线却是牵挂。
理想希望越飞越高，牵挂却愈坠愈沉。
风筝的天职是翱翔，翱翔到天际、云端，才会看得更远。那样，风筝才会快乐。
于是，牵挂的线默默把自己割断了，将所有情意，置于心底。时光日蚀，线渐渐变得朽腐，再也寻不出笔直的痕迹。
风筝越飞越高，借风的力量，或看到壮阔的河流，或勾在绿盈盈的树梢。
有一日，它掠过一枝淡紫色的小花。它轻轻的俯身闻了闻。
那是朽线化作的思念。自此之后，一缕馨香，又要随风筝遍天涯。
二
这么多的人来汲水。古井幽幽，水质依然清洌。
人们欢天喜地。用木桶，用盆吖，满满的，溢到了胳膊上，红红绿绿的衣服上。
人们都走了，古井周围又清寂下来。
我轻轻地合上井盖，铺上红的黄的落叶。它需要休息。
或者，当星星缀满天空的时候，我悄悄打开它，听见了它脉脉的心语，晕着我淡淡的影子。
我想只有我会懂。
等我老了，就让我的灵魂，继续陪伴它。
三
你说要拥我入怀，让我化为一颗灿烂韶华的珍珠。
我不。每次的研磨，都会让你疼，每次珍珠质地的一层光润，都由你的眼泪滴落而成。
我不想让你疼，我也不想让你流泪。
我宁愿远远地看着你。哪怕自己，被风浪卷裹而去，无有痕迹。
我要你永生。
四
你说你喜欢热闹，你喜欢光新满天。
我却是个向来的悲观主义者，透过密密花开，我总能看到它的哀落。
但我愿为你作一次烟花。让你在节日的夜晚，抬头仰望，露出满足的笑脸。
我用一生来绽放，用一秒来收肜。
你回家了，我安宁的躺在大地，身上印上清朗的月光。
我还要照着你。