回忆起往事，我对放风筝这件事有着无比的留恋。
Recalling the past, I have a great nostalgia for flying kites.
记得那年春天，我和爸爸妈妈带着早已买好的风筝，来到了体育场，今天来放风筝的人可真不少，我们一切准备就绪，风筝便可以放了，只见爸爸拿着线轴，妈妈端端正正的举着大风筝，这时的爸爸边放线边往前跑，还没等爸爸说松手，妈妈就松开了手中的粉蝴蝶风筝，可爸爸不知道呀，还是一个劲的往前跑，我连忙对爸爸喊：“爸爸，爸爸，停下来，停下来，风筝掉在地上了”，啊？爸爸回头一看，可不，风筝在地上跟他“走”了好长一段路了，身上的“衣服”也磨下了一些颜色，第一次试放就失败了。我对爸爸妈妈说：“咱们不要灰心，继续试试看”。这次，我们三人配合默契，风筝终于飞上了天空，“粉蝴蝶”悠闲的在空中飞翔着，时儿高、时儿低，那漂亮的翅膀抖动着，浑身闪着金色的光，简直美极了。
I remember that spring, my parents and I came to the stadium with the kites that we had already bought. There are many people flying kites today. We are all ready to fly the kites. I saw my father holding the spool and my mother holding the big kite upright. At this time, my father ran forward while playing the string. Before my father said to let go, my mother released the pink butterfly in her hand Kite, but dad doesn't know, or just run forward, I quickly shouted to Dad: "Dad, Dad, stop, stop, kite fell on the ground", ah? Dad looked back, but no, the kite has been walking with him for a long time on the ground, and his clothes have also worn some colors. The first test flight failed. I said to my parents, "let's not lose heart and keep trying.". This time, the three of us cooperated with each other tacitly. The kite finally flew into the sky. The "Pink Butterfly" was flying leisurely in the air. It was high and low. The beautiful wings were shaking. The whole body was shining with golden light. It was beautiful.
天空的风筝越来越多，五颜六色，好看极了，那“小鹰”好象在说，蓝天真大，蓝天真美；“粉蝴蝶”呢，好象在唱歌；“大龙”好象在云朵里。蓝蓝的天空变成了一副美丽的图画。 不知不觉已经到了下午，我们也该“收工”回家了，回家的路上，我在想：今天可有日记写了，题目就叫《放风筝》。