Immersed in the world of poetry, Edamame Mao and his party did not know that danger had come, and when they woke up from their sleep, the surroundings were still so peaceful - the mysterious man, the mysterious man's unseen companion, and Cai Xiaoyu all seemed to have never come.

The children gathered to share the lunch prepared by their parents, all of which were children's favorites: handmade mochi, yogurt boxes, old bread, various fruits and vegetables, as well as Dora favorite fish skin peanuts, sugar-fried chestnuts and pistachios.

The children had a good meal, and they did not forget the school's teachings. After lunch, the children sorted and packed their bags: the outer packaging of the cartons was placed in recyclable garbage bags, the leftover soup was dumped in the kitchen waste bags, and the rest of the garbage was cleaned up.

After packing up the garbage, everyone packed their backpacks and walked back - the "Bayview 17th Kite Festival" was about to open in an hour, and Mao Dou Mao was the kite flying representative of the second grade of Binhai Primary School, and he couldn't be late.

However, there is enough time for the children to be in no hurry.

Edamame Mao took out the bee kite that everyone had worked together to make, slowly flattened it, let go of the thin traction line, and cooperated with the tall Ge Dazhuang to test it.

Before the bee kites could reach the sky, a dense patch of kites suddenly flew in the sky, and they pressed towards the edamame like a wave.

The blue sky is decorated with a new look, and kites spread their wings in the wind, showing off their beauty. The colorful colors and lifelike shapes are dazzling.

Edamame Hair counted them one by one, huh! There are 60 kites in the sky! These kites are not only beautiful, but they also obey the command, moving in unison to the left and then to the right in unison, as if they are walking in a queue, which is amazing.

However, just as everyone was clapping, one of the kites suddenly fell behind. I saw it fly lower and lower, and finally swooped down and fell.

"Oops!" Edamame was worried, and he beckoned, "Let's go, let's go save that kite!" ”

The children immediately turned around and ran towards the place where the kite had fallen.

The kite that fell behind was so miserable that it fell into the creek. Edamame Mao fished the kite out of the water with a branch, and the drenched kite was miserable.

Edamame said with a sad face: "It's a pity, the calligraphy and paintings on the kite are ruined!" ”

Yes, the ink pastel on the kite is soaked in water, and I can't see anything clearly.

When the owner of the kite came panting, he looked at the kite in Edamame's hand and immediately beat his chest and feet, and was annoyed.

"Oops! My kite! It's killing me! I've been flying kites for so many years, but I didn't expect such an accident, what can I do! ”

Seeing the old man's anxious appearance, Mao Doumao hurriedly comforted: "Old man, don't be sad. There's one kite missing, but you've got a lot of kites. ”

"Little friend, you don't know! I came all the way to Bayview City to do the opening show of the kite festival, and each of the 60 kites was useful! You can't even do one less! ”

"Why?" The children asked, puzzled.

"These sixty kites interpret the famous poet Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Poetry Collection" in the Southern Song Dynasty! There are five rows of kites, twelve in each row, each corresponding to a poem, and it would be incomplete without one! ”