"Mom, Mom, I want to fly into the sky like a kite."
"No matter how high the kite flies, the line is always connected to the ground.
The breeze is blowing and willows are clinging to each other. In this season when willow catkins are flying, children and mothers are flying kites happily. The mother hung a charming smile and taught the child hand in hand. The child squinted her crystal eyes and looked up at the rising and falling kites in the sky, imagining the day when she would fly.
Time flies. Mother's charming smile has long since disappeared. Instead, she has a worried face. She leaned quietly on the poplar tree in front of the door, looking nostalgically at the road ahead, where her children flew away, where her care extended like a line.
When the child grew up, he left his hometown and flew to the gorgeous sky. His heart flew wearily with his body in the distant sky. Occasionally, he would think of flying a kite with his mother there. At that time, he longed to fly to the sky. It seemed that he saw the willow catkins flying in the wind again.
I don't know how long it took, the mother's figure in the catkins slowly moved forward until it disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset. Maybe everyone who flies a kite will keep a close eye on it with his own dream, for fear that the line will break, the kite will be far away, and it will never be found again. This is just like a mother who misses her child. She wants him to fly, but she is afraid that he will fly far away.
The child drifted outside, he still spread his wings in the storm, and felt the pull of the line in the wind. Whenever he is going with the wind, there will always be a force to hold him tightly for fear that he will fly away, lose and fall. In this way, he is flying in this seemingly beautiful sky with that little force.
After experiencing the fierce wind, the gorgeous sky and the pressure of life, his kite finally wanted to land. After pursuing the so-called sky for several years, he suddenly understood what he was looking for when he flew. Fly, just to feel the stability after landing when tired.
He walked forward firmly, his figure disappeared straight into the willow catkins flying in the wind, and disappeared into the afterglow scattered by the setting sun. Gently push open the dusty door and quietly look at the people sitting in the courtyard. He trembled and whispered, "Mom, I'm back." The man looked up, and he "flew" to her and embraced her.
He glanced around and saw the kite with strings connected in his childhood.
