My brother taught my sister how to write a composition about flying kites.

Today is a fine day. I'm going to fly kites with my brother.

When I arrived at Taizihe Park, I opened my kite bag and prepared to fly a kite.

I put out some lines and sat on the small bench. My brother runs faster than me, so our division of labor is: I pull the wire and my brother runs. At first, my brother ran past like a gust of wind, and I sat on a small bench to pay off the line.

My brother and sister really have a tacit understanding, "yeah!" I shouted, it worked! I am very happy. I used to fly kites with my father. My father always pulled the string, but I couldn't let it go. On the contrary, I am too tired.

Sweating.

The sun was setting soon, and my brother and I reluctantly went home. I am so happy today!

Sixth grade: Zhang Qiyue