The valley is already full of pink peach blossoms, and my sister is still playing the kite under the trees as always, as if she is recounting her loneliness this year.
In fact, she is not really lonely because she still has me. Her loneliness is just a vacancy in her heart that has never been filled by anyone. Until someone fills it unconsciously, he unconsciously leaves the space and leaves her playing the kite alone. I don't really understand that kind of loneliness.
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