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一個春風拂麵的日子，一群年輕人正在放風箏。天空中滿是各種顏色、形狀和大小的風箏，猶如穿梭飛舞著的漂亮鳥兒。強勁有力的風吹著風箏，牽引線控製著它們。
風箏並不是隨風而去，而是迎風飄往高處。風的勁吹使它們搖晃著、拉扯著，但牽引線和笨重的尾翼讓它們始終處於控製之中。它們掙紮著、抖動著，似乎在說：“放開我！放開我！我要自由！”就是在與牽引線抗爭之時，它們也依然優雅地飛翔著。終於，其中一隻風箏成功地掙脫了線的束縛，它好像在說：“終於自由了，終於可以隨風自由飛翔了。”
然而，沒有束縛的自由讓它完全處於風的無情擺布之下。它笨拙地墜落到地麵，落在一堆亂草之中，線也纏在一叢枯死的灌木上了。“終於自由了”——自由到無力地躺在泥土中，自由到無助地任由風吹得滿地跑，自由到撞到第一個障礙物就擱淺，毫無生氣可言。有時候，我們與風箏是多麽相似啊！上天讓我們經曆逆境，體驗束縛，並定下規則約束我們，讓我們從中成長起來，獲得人生所需的力量。逆風而行時，束縛是不可或缺的。有些人強硬地抵製這些規則，那就永遠也飛不到本可以達到的高度。隻遵從部分規則，我們絕不可能飛得很高。每個人都飛到高處吧，同時也要認識到——某些令人惱怒的約束，實際上是幫助我們攀升、飛躍和達到目標的強大力量。
One windy spring day，I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites.Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing.As the strong winds gusted against the kites，a string kept them in check.Instead of blowing away with the wind，they arose against it to achieve great heights.They shook and pulled，but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow，facing upward and against the wind.As the kites struggled and trembled against the string，they seemed to say，“Let me go！Let me go！I want to be free！”They soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string.Finally，one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose.“Free at last，”it seemed to say.“Free to fly with the wind.”Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze.It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush.“Free at last”，free to lie powerless in the dirt，to be blown helplessly along the ground