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又到五月，如火的蔷薇热热闹闹开满一地，郁郁芊芊，浓郁芬芳，草地上，田野里，一只只美丽而轻盈的风筝飞起，载着童年的欢笑，也载着儿时的梦想。 In May, the fiery rose is full of heat and bustle. It is full of fragrance. On the grass and in the field, a beautiful and light kite flies, carrying the laughter of childhood and the dream of childhood. 我——已是高四的我，望着那些纯真的笑脸和那些真实美丽的梦，那些在体内蕴藏已久的液体终于痛快地流淌出来。 I, a senior in senior high school, look at those innocent smiling faces and those real and beautiful dreams, and the long-standing liquid in my body finally flows out happily. 曾那么痴爱着风筝，痴爱着天空，风筝的梦注定在天上，朵朵白云是它的翅膀，活在自己的梦里就是飞翔。 Once so infatuated with the kite, infatuated with the sky, kite dream is doomed to be in the sky, white clouds are its wings, living in their dreams is flying. 我渴望那种与风追逐，与风纠缠的自由，我宁愿只在自己的世界里飞翔，所以我选择了孤傲、偏执、只相信自己，只活在自己的世界里。是的，我只看到了翩翩的风筝，却忽视了那根柔弱却柔韧的线。 I long for the freedom to pursue and entangle with the wind. I prefer to fly in my own world, so I choose to be proud, paranoid, believe in myself and live in my own world. Yes, I only saw the flying kite, but ignored the soft but flexible line. | 
