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那年的风筝飞得很高,高得让我觉得它是翱翔在天空的雄鹰,而不是风筝。倘若没有手中精致的线拐,我已然忘记了,那飘在天空的东西竟是我亲手送上去的。
That kite flew so high that I thought it was an eagle flying in the sky, not a kite. If you do not have the hands of the fine line, I have already forgotten, and that in the sky was actually my hands up.