Old hard bamboo, tied into yellow-mouthed new swallows.
Kites were called paper kites in ancient times, which sounded very artistic.
When she arrived at the rental house, Su Yudie took out bamboo pieces, rice paper, cotton thread, glue, candles, cutters, paintbrushes and other materials and tools from her bag.
Zhuang Ziang was stunned by her professionalism: "Do you really want to make a kite yourself?"
"Of course, do you think I'm kidding?" Su Yudie looked serious.
Zhuang Ziang flew kites a few times when he was a child, all of which were bought with money.
He has never tried to make a kite by himself.
It's nothing, just clumsy hands.
Kites have a history of 2,000 years, of course, the original material was not paper.
During the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, the papermaking industry was developed, and it was very popular to fly paper kites when men, women, old and young went out for spring outings.
It has been passed down to this day, and it is not only a toy, but also an elegant art.
More than ten years ago, it was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.
Su Yudie first drew the pattern of the kite on rice paper, which was a big butterfly.
Then she made the skeleton with bamboo pieces according to this pattern.
Seeing Su Yudie roasting the bamboo green with candles and bending the bamboo pieces into the desired arc.
Zhuang Ziang was simply stunned. This girl was too skillful.
He was like a fool, and could only watch from the side and could not help at all.
Su Yudie fixed the bamboo pieces with cotton thread, tied them into the skeleton of the butterfly, and then glued the rice paper on it with glue and cut off the excess parts.
The prototype of a kite was basically completed.
To turn the kite from a toy to a work of art, the most important thing is the pattern on it.
Su Yudie first outlined the lines with a pencil, took out the paint and palette, and mixed the required colors.
Next, she held the brush and painted quietly.
The spring breeze entered the house, and the flowers fell silently.
Zhuang Ziang stood aside, quietly admiring the perfect profile of the little butterfly, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, he seemed to see a lady from a noble family who painted a kite thousands of years ago.
Gentle and dignified, very charming.
He never thought that the process of making a kite could become so beautiful.
With great patience, Su Yudie painted intricate patterns on the wings of the butterfly.
Ordinary bamboo and paper have become handicrafts.
"Okay, is it beautiful?"
After painting for more than half an hour, Su Yudie put down the brush and sighed.
A lifelike butterfly appeared in front of Zhuang Ziang.
"Little butterfly, you are so amazing." Zhuang Ziang praised.
"This is what my grandma taught me. I did it every year when I was a child!" Su Yudie was also very satisfied with her masterpiece.
Then she picked up the pen again and wrote a line of small words in the blank space left deliberately.
Zhuang Ziang is a big fool.
In ancient times, many people did write on paper kites, usually festive and auspicious words.
But no one wrote "big fool".
"You can scold me normally, but why did you write on the kite?" Zhuang Ziang muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Let the kite take away your stupidity, maybe you will be smarter in the future." Su Yudie smiled cunningly and argued.
Zhuang Ziang was not to be outdone, so he picked up a pen and wrote a line of words next to it.
Little butterfly, little fool.
Su Yudie's handwriting is beautiful, Zhuang Ziang's handwriting is elegant, but the content of the text is a bit childish.
In this way, the twelve words are crowded together, looking black, making the color of the whole kite a bit out of balance.
"It doesn't look good." Su Yudie pouted.
Zhuang Ziang picked up the brush again, dipped a little red paint, and painted a heart between the two lines of words.
This touch of red is like the finishing touch.
The color suddenly has a sense of hierarchy.
Su Yudie looked at the love between their names, her face flushed and her eyes shy.
After drying the glue and ink, the two went out to the grass by the river.
The sky was clear and the breeze was blowing, which was a good day for flying kites.
Su Yudie held the kite and Zhuang Ziang let it fly.
He ran back and forth on the grass for several times, and the butterfly-shaped kite was lifted by the breeze and flew higher and higher.
In fact, many traditional kites bought online are just for show and can only be viewed but not really flown.
Su Yudie's kite-making skills are amazing.
Watching the kite flying in the air, getting smaller and smaller, like a real butterfly.
As a witness and one of the few participants in the birth of the kite, Zhuang Ziang felt a sense of accomplishment.
This kind of happiness is incomparable to the kite bought.
He smiled and said, "Good wind, take me to the sky."
Su Yudie kept looking up, clapping her hands and cheering, and making a clear and crisp laugh.
Her eyes showed envy again.
There were white clouds above and flowing water below.
How nice it would be to be a happy little butterfly, flying freely between heaven and earth.
After the kite flies high, it doesn't have to be so strenuous, just pull the line occasionally.
Zhuang Ziang handed the spool in his hand to Su Yudie, letting her feel it too.
Su Yudie couldn't wait to take it, jumping and running back and forth on the grass.
Her neck was sore from looking at it, but she kept laughing happily.
Happiness, sometimes it is so pure and simple.
Zhuang Ziang sat on the grass and looked at the girl quietly.
The sun shone down from the clouds and shone on her whole body.
Every strand of hair was clearly visible, swaying slightly with her steps.
The peach blossom beside my ear is extremely beautiful.
The peach tree is young and tender, and its flowers are bright and beautiful. The girl is getting married, and she is suitable for her family.
This is a famous poem in the Book of Songs, describing the scene of a young girl getting married.
Zhuang Ziang remembered what Li Huangxuan said as the best man last night, and a stabbing pain suddenly rose in his heart.
Su Yudie must be incredibly beautiful when she dresses up as a bride.
It's a pity that I can't see her.
The boy who can marry her must have saved the Milky Way in his previous life.
The kite is getting higher and higher, turning into a small dot under the clouds, and the sun is getting more and more dazzling, and it is not clear.
Su Yudie handed the spool to Zhuang Ziang, and then took out a paper cutter from her backpack.
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Ziang asked in surprise.
"Cut the kite line, and the butterfly will be truly free." Su Yudie's eyes were clear.
"You have made this kite for so long, it would be a pity to throw it away." Zhuang Ziang wanted to dissuade him.
"I have enjoyed the process of making a kite, that's enough, now I want it to fly farther." Su Yudie answered firmly.
In her heart, the kite was not regarded as a toy.
It was as if it was a butterfly with life.
Zhuang Ziang did not persuade her again, as it would make him look too vulgar.
Su Yudie did not feel any reluctance and resolutely cut the kite string.
The butterfly completely lost its restraints, fluttering in the wind and flying to the other side.
With the names of Zhuang Ziang and the little butterfly, go to find freedom.
In this world, many things have more results than processes.
Just like everyone, we are born to face death, but it does not prevent us from enjoying life.
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Zhuang Ziang put his hands in his pockets, watching the kite disappear into the sky, and then retracted his gaze and looked at the girl beside him.
He clearly heard the sound of his heartbeat.