The Isolated Island (28)
The sun was bright in the sky overhead, the blue sky is cloudless, and there is a cool breeze from time to time. The small clearing is full of green grass, and a fresh spring vigor permeated everywhere.
Before long, the familiar lively shouts of the villagers came. The children who just woke up didn't know where they found a kite, pulling the kite string as they ran fast.
The kite flew into the air and suspended over the village interspersed with the sound of wanton laughing and shouting, occasionally the children would bump into each other without paying attention, pushing and laughing.
A strange happy smile appeared on the stiff and pale faces.
After they held the kite, they took turns running on the field, and sang children's songs cheerfully,
"Pick up your hooks, pick up your nets,
Brave boys and girls,
Go up and down, down to the sea,
"Happy, happy, we are all happy..."