早春的傍晚,年轻的妈妈带着六岁的女儿徒步到洛浦玩耍。红彤彤的夕阳正在慢慢落山,半天彩霞为它送行,而东边的天空,一轮圆月已然升起,只是没有多少光亮,像杏花的花瓣一样淡淡的。洛浦的天空,飘飞着好多只各种各样的风筝,女儿看了会儿,问妈妈:风筝是怎样飞上去的?风啊,是风把它们送上天空的。它们飞不丢吗?当然飞不丢了,风筝线在那儿牵着它们呢。妈妈的回答轻松又惬意。女儿似乎明白了,却忽然指着月亮问道:月亮是怎样飞到天上的?妈妈有些吃惊,想了想说:月亮 In the early spring, the young mother walks to Lop with a six-year-old daughter. Red sunset is slowly downhill, half a day Caixia for it off, while the eastern sky, a full moon has risen, but not much light, like the apricot petals as faint. Luopu’s sky, flying a lot of only a variety of kites, the daughter looked for a moment, asked her mother: how the kite is flying? Wind ah, it is the wind to send them to the sky. They fly without losing it? Of course, flying is not lost, the kite line holding them there. My mother’s answer is easy and comfortable. Daughter seems to understand, but suddenly pointed to the moon asks: How the moon flew to the sky? Mom surprised, thought to say: the moon