Kite

I don't know what pain is and what true loneliness is. Only when the wind came as expected did she know of her existence. I like the wind, the gentle mountain breeze, the unyielding breeze, and even the unruly sea breeze. I like the loneliness of the wind and the freedom of the wind. I always thought that the wind has no friends. But one day, when I saw the kite flying high in the sky, I realized that the wind actually has friends. I really want to make a kite, a long string, gently held up by the wind. Connected to my hometown, with the blessing of the wind, I fly higher and higher. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.