It was a park, and I found it a pastime for grandparents. The plank road was repaired on the earth buns, and I met the uncle who was flying the kite. The kite was nowhere to be found. The uncle said that it was a kilometer away. Today, the cloud cover was low and thick, so I couldn’t see it. On a sunny day, the two square kites looked about the size of mobile phones. The uncles met to fly the kites every day. It's the first fun activity I saw. Listening to the Henanese-speaking uncles and aunts playing cards, they will feel familiar and at ease