夏天快结束了，树上的果实渐渐成熟了。爷爷给孙子一只风筝。当男孩被抛向空中时，爷爷抓住了他。然后树叶落了，爷爷变得虚弱了。一股强劲的秋风把他带到多云的天空。冬天来了，然后是春天。一阵温暖的微风又把他们聚集在一起了。这个故事讲述的是迷人的，丰富的纹理图像，是关于记住那些不再与我们在一起的人。 Summer is coming to an end, the fruit is growing ripe on the trees. Grandpa gives his Grandson a kite. As the boy is tossed around in the air, Grandpa catches him. Then the leaves fall and Grandpa has grown weak. A strong autumn wind carries him off into the cloudy sky. Winter comes, then springtime. A warm breeze brings them together again. Told with enchanting, richly-textured images, this tale is about remembering those who are no longer with us.Summer is coming to an end, the fruit is growing ripe on the trees. Grandpa gives his Grandson a kite. As the boy is tossed around in the air, Grandpa catches him. Then the leaves fall and Grandpa has grown weak. A strong autumn wind carries him off into the cloudy sky. Winter comes, then springtime. A warm breeze brings them together again. Told with enchanting, richly-textured images, this tale is about remembering those who are no longer with us.