When I was a child, my family lived in a small alley. There was a girl named Xiao Ai there. She was very beautiful, and she must have been very smart. She always liked to count leaves on the steps. When she died, it was very sad: the wind blew the earth, blew through his strands of hair, and blew over his cheeks. She seemed to be smiling but not smiling, laughing at everything under the shade of the tree. . . .
I only know that she said one sentence: "Do you know how far away the stars are?". . . . I don't know if she thinks I'm a "playmate," but I do. . . . .