So what, this is a narcissus article, sisters who don't like it can avoid the thunder.
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"Why can't I touch you?" I sat on the window sill with her holding a pillow and tilted my head to ask her.
"Because you are sick." Her voice sounded softly. She did not open her eyes, but just sat quietly, waiting for the wind to blow the softness on her face.
"I'm not sick." I got off the window sill and left her there alone. I caught a glimpse of the bread on the table. After thinking about it for a while, I broke off a piece of bread and put it on the window sill.
She was still waiting for the wind quietly, but she opened her eyes.
The silly bird on the tree outside the window came again, pecking at the bread bit by bit, and this time it also brought a little silly bird. I pinched the little silly bird's wings with my hands. The little silly bird fluttered its wings and ran away. After hesitating for a while, it came back again.
I looked at its silly look and laughed.
Looking up, seeing her lowered eyes, she said, "The wind is blowing."
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Intention: You must remember to love yourself