“又是一年三月三,风筝飞满天……”我哼着歌,看着天空中自由自在的风筝,它们想往东便往东,想往西便往西,无拘无束,真可谓“尽自由”的了。但我想到如果剪断那长长的线,风筝便会被风吹得无影无踪,于是,连“自由”的本体——风筝也消逝了,哪还有什么风筝的“自由”可言呢?自由的风筝,受着线和风的约束。 “It is another year March 3, the kite flying sky ... ...” I humming the song, watching the free kites in the sky, they want to go east east, want to go west west, unrestrained, really can be described as “ Free ”. But I think if you cut off that long line, the kite will be blown out without a trace, so even the “free” body - the kite is gone, and what kites are free? Free kites, bound by lines and winds.