Broken Jade Pair by the Pool

There is a double-peduncle lotus in the old house. My sister and I often laugh by the pond. Her smile is like a silver bell, and my smile is like broken jade, one on the left and one on the right, like two petals of a flower. Later, she married away and I stayed alone in the old house, my laughter gradually getting hoarse. Until that year when the lotus blossomed, she returned with her daughter, and the laughter of the two children was entangled in the wind - it turns out that laughter always needs to be at the same time in order to bloom for a long time.