The dandelion that disappeared with the wind, wandering and helpless, was so small, so light, and flew down with a gentle breeze. I don't know where it will land, and I don't know what it will encounter. It may be a strong wind, or a heavy rain, or it may fly a long way. It is already exhausted, and its body falls weakly. The heavy rain beats it, the sun exposes it, animals eat it, people trample it, and it is crushed into dust, and its soul returns to the earth. It has no right to choose and cannot control its own destiny. Everything is so out of its control.
Countless stormy nights, tossing and turning, pale sky, shocking muffled thunder, roaring rainstorm, piercing, another silver light flashed across the sky, lighting up the sky, illuminating the cabin, and suddenly it returned to peace. The pale light pierced the pain that had been buried for a long time in the heart, and a pair of fearful eyes stared straight at the sky, motionless. The pupils suddenly opened, very big.
When I was a child, you helped me fly the kite into the sky. My face was filled with the most innocent and innocent laughter of my age. You said: "Write what you want to say on the kite, and the gods in the sky will hear it, and the wishes you make will come true." If I could have predicted the future outcome, I should have written my wishes on the kite. Perhaps, the gods will take care of us, and there will be no round of twists and turns. The heart gradually grows old and dies in the twists and turns. It has long been broken into pieces, and streams of Yin Hong's blood flow out, winding into the distance. The beautiful memories of the past will eventually fade away as time goes by.