That time, I was wrong.

Open the gate of memory, one piece of childhood comes like water, like a dream, people are always happy, sometimes sad, sometimes long and short sigh, there is a small pearl in the spray of memory, and It’s not awkward, it’s not gorgeous, but it’s always unforgettable...

It was a noon in the summer vacation. I knew that the hoarse throat was emptied on the branches, singing the old tune that no one appreciated. The whole village was steamed like a smoke. Mom let me take a nap, I lay in bed, boring and fiddling with my fingers. At this time, a "billiard" sound came, the voice is so familiar, I know that this is the popsicle is knocking on the box. Sure enough, "selling popsicles -" the long screams followed, like beautiful music. I seem to have a popsicle in front of my eyes, cool, sweet, and always infiltrated into my heart. I really want to eat a popsicle right away, so I want to! I have already eaten one in the morning, and the "summer gentleman agreement" between me and my mother is: for the health of the body, family members can only eat one popsicle per day. I turned to the side and couldn't sleep. Even more exasperating, the rhythmic percussion sound has been kept, and it is like ticking in my ear.

I couldn't help it anymore. I climbed up from the bed and gently came to the door of my mother's room and raised my hand to knock on the door. I just had to touch the door and stopped. Can I knock? How do I tell my mother? Am I a villain without words? A series of questions brought me back. I know that even if I ask for it, my mother will not agree, because the mother is a very principled person, and she is not allowed to agree. I gradually became desperate, but the popsicle has been swaying in front of me, making me uneasy.

"Steal!" Even myself was shocked by this idea. Stealing money to buy popsicles? That is what bad boys can do. Can I do it? I have always been a nephew in everyone’s mind. But how can I eat popsicles if I don't steal me? I thought about it again. At the same time, the shadow of the popsicle has not dissipated, but it has become clearer and clearer. I can even smell the faint milk fragrance... I will quietly take a dollar from the piggy bank. When I have a pocket money and I will return it, it is not like "stealing". I am moved by this wonderful idea. Besides, my mother is too strict with me. Other children are not so restrictive. Why do I have to be guilty of this crime? When I thought about it, I felt a bit relieved, so I quietly came to the living room, found the piggy bank, and easily got a one-dollar coin...

The popsicle tastes good, it is the milk flavor I have always loved. I can look at this popsicle in my hand. My heart is always weird. After all, this is the first time that I have not allowed my parents to take money. I hold it and feel very good. Eat this delicious popsicle, sweet and fragrant, with a bit of bitterness. Finally, after eating it, I couldn’t feel a bit of happiness in my heart. In the midst of fear, I wiped my mouth and returned to my home. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my mother's voice: "Isn't I nap?" I like a thief, and gently "hmm". "Come, eat a popsicle!" Mom held a favorite milk popsicle in her hand - milky white, giving off a burst of fragrance. "I have eaten..." I stopped and didn't know what to say. "I know, it's too hot today! Let's eliminate the heat. When it's two days cool, don't you eat less? The dead man is alive!" Mom still tried to convince me. My defensive levee has completely collapsed. My mother is thinking about it for me. Trust me like this, but me? "Mom, I..." I want to stop. "Don't say it, hold it, look at your child! Mom knows you are an honest child, but today is too hot, don't stick to it!" Saying, I couldn't help but put the popsicle in my hand. I regret it, but what is the use of this? I can't change my mistakes anymore. I stole the money. I am a thief. I am no longer pure. My heart is more sad than death. I really want to slap my face. Finally, I raised my courage and looked up and said, "Mom, I am sorry, I just took the money from my home to buy the popsicle without your permission. You will punish me!" After that, I lowered my head, I don't want to. Seeing my mother’s disappointed eyes, the heartache looked. Mom is silent, for a while, for me, it seems like it has been many years, my mother touched my head and said softly: "You are my son, I firmly believe that you will not do this again, right "I tried to nod. Two lines of tears slammed down. "Come on, wipe the tears, the popsicles are getting faster, you still eat!"

I am desperately biting the popsicle, letting the cold erode my tongue, I want to let myself remember this sweet, this cool, because I know: that time, I was wrong!

The first day: Xuan er lonely