I don’t know why I wrote this memory. There is no sentimental love in the memories, no heroic spirit to point out the rivers and mountains, no intrigues, no twists and turns of the plot, there is only a woman left a man’s memory. First of all, I will tell you the hero of my memory. Here “I” is a noun, not a pronoun. So what readers see as “I” refers to me, not to you. At the beginning of the story, I was still an adolescent. The heroine in my memory is aunt Zhou. At the beginning of the story, she is a young woman in her early thirties. Aunt Zhou is my neighbor and the most beautiful young woman in our village.