Light and Star Girl

The person I loved loved me as early as 18 years old. In my memory, she will never grow old and gain weight, she will never have wrinkles, she will never have silver hair, she will never be smoothed by the years, and she will not be stained by the fireworks brought by firewood, rice, oil and salt. In my memory, she will always be so young and beautiful, so simple and kind, wearing her favorite sky blue coat, with a star hairpin and a black ponytail, wearing a little white skirt, standing deep in my memory and waving to me.