You were sitting there alone, the sun shining on your lower body, but your upper body was hidden in the shade of the trees, making your whole body hazy and unreal. You are holding a book in your hand, and I feel that you are not reading, but just holding the book, but you are smiling, smiling at the book. Later, I passed by again and found that you were still there, even your posture had not changed, but the sun shone on your face. You look at the children playing next to you and still smile. Your smile warms my heart. But you didn't see my existence. Maybe in your eyes, apart from books, there are only those carefree children!
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