In the dream, it was his mother's smiling face, and the beautiful paper kite hung high in the sky. "Baby, you must put the paper kite higher. Daddy will come to us when he sees the paper kite!" Under the tree, his mother hugged him with a happy face. At the age of four or five, he was ignorant and ignorant. He only remembered laughing happily with his mother. A dream is a dream after all. When I woke up from the dream, it was my mother's heartbreaking cry and vicious ridicule. That man ruined my mother's life-long dream and the hope placed on the kite.