Chen Huai walked to the old locust tree to enjoy the wind as usual.
She likes when the wind touches her cheek,
Although she couldn't see, she always felt that these touches were equivalent to seeing.
A Liang said that he saw it.
What did you see?
I saw a blind person who seemed to be the special girl that the older generation said.
She sat under the old locust tree, smiling with her eyes closed,
He lingered.
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