From inside the schedule that discharges full course, take a time, went to time of park together with pa Mom. Take a walk in river side, slowly and the breeze that come lets a person be intoxicated in this attractive season.
从排满课程的时间表中，抽个时间，和爸妈一起去了趟公园。在河边散步，徐徐而来的微风让人陶醉在这个迷人的季节里。
There are a few kites in far-reaching and bright and limpid sky, go up to fall suddenly suddenly, terrified, struggling, and the child that holds a line, laughing to running at the same time at the same time, try to let kite fly further taller.
深远明澈的空中飘着几只风筝，忽上忽下，惊恐着，挣扎着，而握线的小孩，一边笑着一边跑着，试图让风筝飞得更远更高。
Before long, the child that I also resemble that fly a kite is same, carefree, be without the pulling good childhood kite of the tie to run. But, the person always should be brought up, go assuming responsibility, do not have apprehension impossibly forever run, go making a kite however, let oneself fly further taller.
曾几何时，我也像那放风筝的小孩一样，无忧无虑，毫无约束的牵着美好童年的风筝奔跑。可是，人总要长大，去承担责任，不可能永远没有顾虑的奔跑，而是去做一只风筝，让自己飞得更远更高。
The child of childhood, the kite nowadays, die is in my memory. To become can with wind keep sb company, with Tian Weiyou's kite, I am trying hard. And that string that pulling me now is school work. Everyday with make full marks / associate with of course of study, for the mark “ battle ” .
童年的小孩，如今的风筝，消逝在我的回忆里。为了成为一只能与风做伴，与天为友的风筝，我正在努力着。而现在牵着我的那根线就是学业。每天与作满分/业为伍，为分数而“战”。
Accumulation mountainous book, write never-failing examination questions, reality and callous fractional …… makes me further and further from childhood. As time passes, flood the joy before.
堆积如山的书本，写不尽的试题，现实而又冷酷的分数……让我离童年越来越远。久而久之，把之前的快乐淹没。
The scene of that child fly a kite, let me find a heart that true chasteness. Before the sort of bright laugh, endless loud cry, the expectation …… all in the heart emerges it is before.
那个小孩放风筝的情景，让我找到了内心那份真挚的纯洁。之前那种灿烂的笑，无尽的呐喊，心中的期望……全都浮现在眼前。
Want to did not let off kite for ages probably. Want to be willing only it seems that, and weather allows, OK fly a kite. But I know, at that time happy not as good as when childhood optional. Impossible also farewell goes to that not to know sadness, the childhood of wanton amuse oneself. Can, in same season, in same weather, over there same place, the happiness of recall childhood and look forward to to it.
想想或许好久都没有放过风筝了。似乎只要愿意，并且天气允许，就可以放风筝了。可我知道，这时候的快乐不及童年时的随意。也不可能再回到那个不知忧愁，肆意玩耍的童年。只能，在同样的季节里，同样的天气里，同样的地点那里，缅怀童年的美好与对它的渴盼。
In memory, hiding a kite, it is flying up hard.
记忆的深处，藏着一只风筝，它正在努力向上飞翔。(文/冯子诺)