Caressed by the early spring breeze, a swallow kite gracefully ascended into the sky, tethered by a thread held by a small boy. Qingming Festival’s joyous symphony filled the air – the laughter of children savoring green rice balls, willow rings adorning their heads, and, the carefree swings slicing through the air. But then, big, fat raindrops suddenly started falling and the green thread binding the kite snapped. The boy set off in a breathless dash toward the direction of the kite. He clutched the thread tightly in his hand—it was the bond between him and the swallow kite.