Two-armed immigrants

After so many years, I once again used the old trick of skyrocketing and plunging impeccably. I let go of my hand, pulled the string hard and dodged the green kite. I tilted my arm, and after a violent shaking, our kite drew a semicircle counterclockwise. I suddenly came to the top. The green kite is in a panic now, climbing up in a flurry.

But it's too late. I finished Hassan's stunt. I jerked the string and our kite plummeted. I can almost hear our thread cutting his thread, and I can almost hear the crack.

Then, in this way, the green kite lost control and staggered down.

The people behind cheered, and export whistles and applause broke out. I'm out of breath. The last time I felt so excited was in the winter of 1975, just after I cut the last kite. At that time, I saw my dad on the roof of our house, clapping his hands and shining.

I looked down at Solabo, his mouth slightly tilted.

Smile.

Inclined.

Almost invisible.

But it's there.

Behind us, the children were flying, and The Kite Runner kept screaming and making a mess, chasing the broken kite and flying high at the top of the tree. I blinked and my smile disappeared. But it's there. I saw it.

"Do you want me to help you chase that kite?"

His Adam's apple swallowed and twisted up and down. The wind messed up his hair. I think I saw him nod.

"For you, Qian Qian is a hundred times." I heard myself say.

Then I turned to chase.

Just a smile, that's all. It didn't get everything back to normal. It didn't get everything back to normal. It's just a smile, a little thing, like a leaf in the forest, trembling when the frightened birds fly.

But I will welcome it with open arms. Because every spring comes, it always melts a snowflake at a time; Maybe what I just saw was the first snowflake melting.

I chase. An adult is running among a group of screaming children. But I don't care. I chased, the wind blew across my face, and a smile as big as Panjshir Canyon hung on my lips.

I chase.

Extended data:

The Kite Runner is the first novel of Afghan-American writer khaled hosseini, translated by Li Jihong, published by Shanghai People's Publishing House in 2003, and became the third best seller in the United States in 2005.

This book revolves around the story of kites and two teenagers in Afghanistan, a rich teenager and a domestic servant, as well as the betrayal and redemption of human nature.

According to the author's account, he and his brother lived in Kabul just like Amir and Hassan: they spent most of the summer at school. Fly kites in winter and watch john wayne's movies in the cinema.

The plot most similar to his experience in the book is the days in America, when Amir and his father try to create a new life. Like Amir, he is an immigrant from Afghanistan.

His house in Akbar Khan district of wazir is very big, where he can hold a grand party; They also went to Pagman for a picnic. He has fond memories of his childhood.

The Kite Runner is fresh and natural, telling warmth and cruelty, beauty and suffering with new realistic brushwork. It not only shows a person's spiritual growth history, but also shows a nation's soul history and a country's suffering history.

This novel is smooth and natural, just like a clear river, but it is full of human passion, contains the rich soul of Afghanistan, and stirs up the undercurrent of good and evil.

Because of this book, let the world know a war-torn and unknown Afghan Stan, which is the charm of literature and the artistic charm of this novel.

But this novel is not only that, it can attract readers from different nationalities and countries and shake their delicate feelings because it discusses the problem of human beings and their salvation, which is the same topic faced by modern human beings. In fact, the redemption of human nature is the core value of this novel.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia-The Kite Runner