Intoxicated and frequent, somehow in my dreams there is always a flying paper kite, and there are two people controlling it.

The most is the heart of the paper kite that never falls in the sky and sea in the dream. It carries many dreamy reveries from my childhood.

The floating paper kite, do you remember your other master? Does she still often look up and smile at you? Does she still talk to you about me and my naughtiness? Thousands of miles away, sister, do you remember thinking about your brother and me? Have you forgotten your brother? Sister, I really want to chase my childhood dream with you again, and I want to trek the mountains and rivers with you again to roam the beautiful scenery.

Dear sister, are you okay now?

Youth is like this, there is always a parting, but at the same time, it gives us a surprise to meet next time. We can't hate it, it's it that reminds us of who we used to be. Youth is to allow us to accumulate imaginable reasons, and then burst out deeper and more genuine emotions in an instant.

I still remember that in the spring and summer of that year, my sister and I went kite flying together. Running wheat fields and galloping the earth and sea, how many happy footprints have we left? The wheat sprouts are new and green, how can they match the slightly raised arc at the corner of our mouth? We laughed and had fun like that, from east to west, from south to north. Do you remember this, dear paper kite? I haven't forgotten it. Thank you and your sister for giving me such wonderful childhood memories.

Somehow, I keep dreaming of you these days. Dear paper kite, how is my sister in her hometown? Did you miss me? Really, I haven't seen each other for a year, and I really miss you. Time flies, and before I know it, so many days have passed. I really want to go home and let you go with my sister again, and I really want to relive the old days and the past. Would you like it, paper kite? I am most afraid of seeing paper kites fly up in a strange place, slowly, higher and higher. Although my sister and I didn't put you very high, we really let you go with our hearts. Seeing a kite flying suddenly in an unfamiliar environment, I miss you so much and worry about you. What was once a naïve person is now approaching adulthood and has grown up. Without the laughing actions of childhood, now you can fly higher and higher. Although your form is long gone, you still exist in my heart, and you have never left. How can a young partner forget so easily? You are not only my kite, but also my friend and my partner. I won't leave you alone, I'll see you in my dreams often. How could the childhood trio disband so easily? Even though you have grown up, even if you are no more, you will not leave, you cannot leave.

Paper kite, you still fly in the sky, but in a more beautiful and peaceful dream. Now you have long since turned into a carrier pigeon that I care about my sister. Please take my thoughts, take my concerns, fly into my sister's sleep, and tell her - I miss her.