Washing popsicle

Childhood wants colorful flowers, exudes a charming fragrance; childhood unrestrained white clouds in the sky, chic and comfortable; childhood like a crystal clear river, swaying happy dreams. Every time I recall, there is an interesting thing that I have never forgotten.

I remember when I was five or six years old, the sun was like a fire, I was roasting the earth, and my throat was thirsty and straight. My mother told me to take two dollars to buy popsicles, I am very happy! Holding two dollars, he jumped to the commissary. I bought a particularly special popsicle with my only two dollars. If you get a song like a treasure, run home and plan to share it with your mother. Who knows, before I stepped into the gate, I was knocked down by the stone under my feet, and I fell to the sky, and my head almost pulled out a big bag. What hurts me the most is that the popsicle can't escape this robbery: the white body is covered with sand and mud, and it is terrible! The neighbor next door saw it, and kindly reminded me: "It's too dirty, can't eat, and it hurts when you eat it." "It's so wasteful to eat it." I couldn't bear to throw it, and I smashed the popsicle. However, so dirty, how to eat? I whispered helplessly. Oh, yes! The small head of the melon is a move, and I came up with a good idea: When the mother buys the food, the dish falls on the ground and goes home to wash it. The popsicle can also be washed and washed! I came to the basin, put water in it, and happily put the popsicles in and out. In a short while, the popsicle disappeared, and only the popsicle stick was left. I was dumbfounded, I don’t know what to do, I wowed and burst into tears.

Mother heard the cry, put down the work in her hand, and quickly came over and asked me what happened. I cried and said the ins and outs of things. My mother listened and laughed, and gently stroked my head and said, "Silly boy, the popsicle will melt when it meets the water. You put the popsicle into the water and smash it, and of course it will melt!" I seem to understand Do not know, nod.

Whenever I recall this, I always sneak a smirk and laugh so sweetly, as if all the memories of the past are vivid. I think that childhood is a tree without an annual ring. It never grows old and never disappears.

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