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The source of my memory remains a black dog and a watermelon. The black dog is called Heizi. He is as black as the night, without a single hair, and his eyes are like stars in the desert night sky. When the stars appeared, Mom and Dad had not come back yet. I can see the stars from one of the skylights in the diwozi. The flower-skinned watermelon looks like melon vines woven into a green ring. As soon as I smelled it, I felt it was edible. Dad rolled the watermelon out from under the bed and said, "Play with it, don't hit it with a stick." I can't hold the watermelon. It's too big. I can't ride on it. When it moves, I fall down and it refuses to let me ride. Many years later, I heard the phrase "draped in stars and worn in the moon" in a aria in a model opera, and I thought of my parents, who always came home after the stars came out.
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