The warm sun is not alarmed, and the clouds are still warm. Few birds who go out alone lie lazily on the hillside, tilting their heads to the sky, staring blankly at the kite flying between the sky and the sea...

When she was a child, she liked kites very much, especially before she learned to fly the clouds and fog. Whenever the weather was right, she would always find her favorite "crow" kite and jump out to fly. She happily watched the kites fly higher and higher and farther away. Until she could hardly see the kites, she would also raise her head stupidly, as if she was still watching the kite, but it seemed that it was not.

The birdman used to be curious about why the little swing likes to fly kites. The little fox said she likes flying. The birdman said she took her to a high altitude for a ride, but the little fox said she likes to watch kites flying. To this day, the crow doesn't understand why the little fox likes to watch kites when he was a child. Even if she asked the swing herself, she didn't know. So, this became a secret, a secret that may never be found.

In fact, bird people also like kites. They like to watch them fly by the wind, cross the clouds, and cross the clouds, as if they have floated far away, but they seem to be still in the same place. The crow often subconsciously regards the kites as themselves, as if they are far away in the sea of ​​clouds, as if they are cruising in the sky, but no matter how far they are, there is a thread that cares about the earth, and holds it in the hand of the person who is paying attention to you.

What is the relationship between a string and a kite? Is it a bondage? Of course, the string of the string will certainly bind the kite, making it unable to fly completely freely, and making it unable to leap into the sky by the wind. However, if there is no string, the kite will be difficult to keep flying. A strong wind blows through it and pull it to an unpredictable place. Even without a strong wind, the kite with a broken string will be in a mess, panic, and rise and fall at a loss. Finally, it will fall sorrow and fall on the strange ground, but it is difficult to see the person who once paid attention to the kite.

Strings and kites are most likely to be compared to parents and children. Children are kites that want to rise up and see higher and farther and more colorful. Parents are strings that pull and pull from time to time to control the distance. Most parents hope that their children can fly higher, and their pull and pull are for the children. Even if they are almost unable to see the kite, even if the silk thread cuts their hands, they are unwilling to pull the children back easily. They should not be burdened by the kite even if they endure the pain.

A small number of parents are willing to see their children fly high, but once the kite passes through the clouds and fog and flies too high and far, they will be frightened and tremble, fearing that the strong wind will tear the weak kite to pieces and let the children float to the boundless abyss. So some parents will start to pull and shrink hard, and insist on letting the children return to the sky they think is safe. It is just that it is difficult for children to understand the mood of their parents. They just want to see a higher and broader world, even if they experience thunderstorms and lightning, they are not willing to be shorter than the dark clouds, even if they experience thunderstorms and lightning. Then, one flies hard and the other pulls back hard, and both sides go back and forth, expressing their opinions: Sometimes the kite comes back, even if it is unwilling; sometimes the kite breaks the string and is on the same side as the parents; sometimes it will be pulled and pulled forever, and it will never end--the kite and the string are correct, and there are also mistakes, and no one can explain it clearly.

There are also a very small number of parents who do not want to see the kite flying high, and hold the child tightly in their hands, insist on keeping the kite in the silt of the pond, pretending to compare the reflection of the dirty water surface to the blue sky - such people are not considered parents at all and are not worth mentioning.

However, bird people do not like to compare kites and strings with their parents and children. He hopes that they are kites and small swings are strings. No matter how high or far the crows fly, no matter how cruel the wind in the sky is, no matter how clouds and mist cover their eyes, as long as they look back, they can always see the little fox grabbing the silk thread foolishly, silly holding a smiling face.

When he came here, the birdman inexplicably remembered that he had been with the swing for many years. This period was so long that he had forgotten how he lived without the swing around. Now if he was letting him return to his own situation, he would probably not be able to hold on for a while. The crow liked to have a line to care about himself. He had been completely used to this line, used to the little fox, and used to finding the swing along the thread.

As a result, the crow thought of another phenomenon, that is, a person gets married and has children when he becomes an adult, from living alone from his parents' thread to holding the thread with his own hands to living with his family. While his identity changes, he also gets used to new things. If time goes back and letting the person who has been married and has children return to his life alone, that person will definitely be extremely unwilling. It can be said that whether it is to let go of the thread in his hand or get rid of the thread that holds himself, it is extremely difficult, or even cruel.

So the crow thought of another thing: Why did people fly kites at first? Why did they grab that thread? They were once without any worries and could be free and free, so why did they have to add a bond to their body and a thread to their hands?

"It's probably to fly higher."

After thinking about it, the birdman got this answer that he didn't know right or wrong.

When you lose your light body and your ambitions, then stand firmly on the ground, hold the silk thread in your hand, hoping that the kite will experience the vaster mountains, sky and clouds in your hand; when you are still young and active, then turn into a kite and try to fly high, and instead of the person holding the silk thread in your hand, you can see the wind and rain in the distance.

People always have dreams. People always want to understand the world outside the world, but they always have to remember where they come from, where they fly, and how they set sail in the wind. This is not only to fly higher and farther, but also to not forget their original intention and their appearance. Every kite has its own shape, and must have its own shape. It is composed of muscles and bones, bound by silk threads, representing a kind of hope, a hope, a kind of expectation, and an expectation for the high sky, and a hope for the world. However, no matter what shape, silk threads are still needed, otherwise what is different from the flowing clouds and cold fog? When the wind blows, it becomes messy.

A kite is not a flowing cloud, it has tendons and bones, and is bound and bound by silk threads. It wanders in the wind and clouds with the dreams of the earth...

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Swing: Azuo! What are you writing?! It looks like you want to write me to death?!

Azuo: No, today I suddenly saw a short video of a beautiful girl flying a kite. I was inspired and temporarily inserted a chapter.

Birdman: OK! I just saw someone flying kites, and it was in the form of a video, and it had nothing to do with you. So what are you adding!?

Azuo: It’s not considered a random addition, right? The main content of this chapter is that the kite and silk thread must always be together, which is used to describe the mutual dependence of relatives - this is not to show that you two have deep feelings for Birdman and Swing.

Swing: Get out! g. Azuo, I warn you not to give me this, I will appear in the next chapter.

Azuo: Next chapter? I'm thinking...

Swing: Shut up! Just the next chapter!

Azuo: OK OK, the next chapter will be the next chapter, anyway, just write it casually.
Chapter completed!