The warm sun is not alarming, the clouds are still warm, and the birdman who rarely goes out alone lies lazily on the hillside, looking up to the sky, staring blankly at the kites flying between the sky and the sea...
Swing loved kites when she was a child, especially before she learned how to fly in the clouds and mist. Whenever the weather was right, she would always find her favorite "crow" kite, jump outside and fly it, happily watching the kite fly higher and higher.
As she flew farther and farther away, until the kite could hardly be seen, she would raise her head stupidly, as if she was still looking at the kite, but not as if she was.
The birdman was once curious about why the little swinger liked to fly kites. The little fox said that she liked flying. The birdman said that he would take her for a ride in the sky, but the little fox said that she liked to watch the kite fly. To this day, the crow does not understand the little fox when he was a child.
Why she likes watching kites, she doesn't know even if she asks the swinger herself. So, this has become a secret, a secret that may never be answered.
In fact, bird people also like kites, and like to watch them flying in the wind, flying across the clouds, and over the clouds, as if they have drifted far away, but they still seem to be in the same place. Crows often subconsciously regard kites as themselves, seemingly far away in the sea of clouds.
, seems to be swimming in the sky, but no matter how far away there is, there is a thread hanging on the earth, held in the hands of the person who pays attention to you.
What is the relationship between the string and the kite? Is it a constraint? Of course, the string constrains the kite, preventing it from flying completely freely, and preventing it from leaping to the sky with the wind. But without the string, it would be difficult for the kite to keep flying.
A strong gust of wind is enough to pull it to an unpredictable place. Even if there is no strong wind, the kite with a broken string will be confused, flustered, and helpless, and finally fall sadly to the unfamiliar ground.
, but it is difficult to see the person who once paid attention to the kite.
Strings and kites are most easily compared to parents and children. Children are kites, wanting to soar up and see higher and farther and more colorfully. Parents are strings, pulling and tugging from time to time, controlling distant places. Most parents hope
The children can fly higher, and their pulling and pulling is all for the sake of the children. Even if they can hardly see where the kite is, even if the silk thread cuts their hands, they are not willing to pull the children back easily, and they will not be a burden to the kite despite the pain.
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A small number of parents would like to see their children fly high, but once the kite flies through the clouds and fog, flying too high and too far, they will be frightened and their hearts will tremble, fearing that the strong wind will tear the weak kite apart and let the children float into the boundless abyss.
So some parents began to pull hard and shrink hard, insisting on letting their children return to their side and let the kite return to the sky they thought was safe. It’s just that it’s hard for children to understand their parents’ feelings. They just want to see something higher and broader.
The world, even if it experiences thunderstorms and lightning, is not willing to be even a little lower than the dark clouds. So, one tries hard to fly, and the other struggles to pull back. Both sides come and go, each expressing his or her own opinion: Sometimes the kite comes back, even if it is unwilling;
Sometimes the string of the kite breaks and the parents are separated from each other; sometimes the tug and pull lasts a lifetime and never ends - both the kite and the string are right and both are wrong, no one can explain clearly.
There are also a very small number of parents who don’t want to see the kite flying high at all, and hold their children tightly in their hands. They insist on keeping the kite in the mud of the pond, pretending to compare the reflection of the dirty water to the blue sky - such people are not parents at all.
, not worth mentioning.
However, Birdman does not like to compare kites and strings with parents and children. He prefers that he is a kite and the swing is a string, no matter how high or far the crow flies, no matter how ferocious the wind in the sky, no matter how obscured by the clouds and mists.
eyes, but whenever I look back, I can always see the little fox holding on to the silk thread with a silly smile on his face.
When he came here, Birdman inexplicably remembered that he had spent many years with the swing. This period of time was so long that he had forgotten how he lived without the swing by his side. If he were to be alone again now,
I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a moment. The crow likes to have a thread to care about him. He has become completely accustomed to this thread, to the little fox, and to following the thread to find the swing.
From this, Crow thought of another phenomenon, that is, when a person gets married and has children, he goes from living alone without the thread in his parents' hands to holding the thread in his own hands and living with his family. While his identity changes, he also gets used to it.
After everything new, if time were turned back and a person who was married and had children returned to live alone, that person would definitely be extremely unwilling. It can be said that whether it is letting go of the thread in his hand or getting rid of the thread that holds him,
It is extremely difficult, even cruel.
Then the crow thought of another thing, why did people fly kites in the first place? Why did they catch the string? It was clear that they had no worries and could be free, so why did they have to add a restraint to their bodies and a string to their hands?
What about strands?
"Probably to fly higher."
The birdman thought about it and got this answer that he didn't know was right or wrong.
When you no longer have a light body and no ambition to fly, you will stand firmly on the ground, hold the silk thread in your hand, and hope that the kite will take your place in the vast mountains, sky, and sea of clouds; when you are still young and active, you will become
Make a kite and fly as high as possible, instead of the person holding the silk thread in your hand, take a look at the wind and rain waves farther away.
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 where they set sail in the wind - this is not only to fly higher but also to
Far away, also in order not to forget one's original intention and one's own appearance. Every kite has its own shape, and it must have its own shape. It is made of muscles and bones and bound by silk threads, representing a hope, a hope, a kind of
The expectation for the sky and the hope for the world, but no matter what shape it is, it probably still needs silk thread, otherwise it will be different from the flowing clouds and cold fog. When the wind blows, it will be chaotic.
A kite is not a floating cloud. It has muscles and bones, and is bound and bound by silk threads. It wanders in the wind and clouds with the dream of the earth...
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Swing: Zuo! What did you write?! You look like you want to write me to death?!
A Zuo: Yes, no, no, today I suddenly saw a short video of a beautiful girl flying a kite, and I was inspired by it, so I temporarily added a chapter.
Birdman: Okay! I just saw someone else flying a kite, and it was in the form of a video. It has nothing to do with you at all, so what are you adding!?
A Zuo: It’s not a random addition, right? The main content of this chapter is that the kite and the silk thread should always be together, which is a metaphor for relatives relying on each other - isn’t this meant to show the deep relationship between the bird and the swing?
Swing: Get out! g. Zuo, I'm warning you, don't do this to me, I will appear in the next chapter.
Azaku: Next chapter? I’m thinking about it...
Swing: Shut up! Just the next chapter!
A Zuo: Okay, okay, the next chapter will be the next chapter, anyway, just write whatever you want.