Love at Both Ends of a Thousand-Mile Kite

Time is like the wind, and my daughter is like a kite, now she has drifted to the ends of the earth. Due to unexpected events, our father and daughter have not been able to see each other for more than three years. The thread of memories is pulled back to more than thirty years ago: from the first simple kite made of tofu block letter paper, to the colorful butterfly bought in front of Tiananmen Square; from the small round face staggering on the grass to learn to walk, to the joyful laughter of picking wild flowers and eating feather tails on the edge of the wheat field. A kite carries the joy of her infancy, childhood and youth, and also ties in the warmest moments of our family. Nowadays, there is no such long kite string in the world that can tie her flying wings. There is only an invisible family string that is always closely connected across thousands of mountains and rivers.