Tell me about your understanding of the article Sweet World.

When I was a child, I read a fairy tale about a boy and a girl who got lost in the forest. They walked on and finally found a hut made of sugar. The door of the hut is red-brown chocolate, the window is thin and transparent crystal sugar, and the roof is bright red (prismatic, rhombic, rhombic) candy.

Such an exquisite house made of all sugar has always stood in my early sensitive and curious thinking world, and the forests, castles, gardens and palaces in other stories are eclipsed by it. I often plausibly imagine that the boy or girl tore off a small roof, broke a piece of glass, put it in her mouth, let My Sweetie's feelings overflow her lips, and then flow around her body.

I am a sugar lover. Mother's glass jar for candy is high above the wooden frame in the kitchen, and it is out of reach to move the chair. When I was a child, I made many tragic sacrifices to eat the candy my mother put in a glass jar, big or small, round or square, transparent or sandwich: I was willing to give up the fun of rolling in the sand with my neighbor's children; Willing to recite boring multiplication tables; (Dry, sweet) Eat that damn carrot; Even, I am willing to take my sister who is in the way to race with boys.

Mom's sugar jar was originally a gift from her uncle in Hong Kong. There is assorted toffee made in England in it, and the packaging is very exquisite. There is a color picture on the jar. Several Victorian ladies, wearing gorgeous pleated dresses and holding long-handled floral umbrellas, walked in the palace garden and talked and laughed softly. The garden is shaded by trees in spring. The longing for candy cans actually made me taste the waves (people, people, slow people) for the first time.

Because I love candy, I am also full of feelings for candy paper. A piece of cellophane, I left them and put them in my mother's big dictionary. Sometimes, in the afternoon when the sun shadow is thin, a person suddenly feels faint loneliness in front of the green screen window. I took out my treasure chest from under the bed, took out colorful candy paper from the box, covered it on my eyelids, and looked at the familiar world carefully, dyed it deep purplish red, bright orange yellow, turbid dark blue, or clear apple green. My heart is full of joy and surprise.

After toffee is eaten, the considerate mother never leaves the glass jar empty. Sometimes the jar is filled with colorful fruit candy, or buttered butter, and sometimes it is the cross section of chocolate balls, lollipops and black and white sesame seeds. As for the love of sugar, I always smile happily, smiling at this world, which has a lot of sweetness, a lot of fragrance and a lot of colors.

Twenty years have passed quietly, and I haven't eaten a candy for a long time because of the doctor's orders. However, every time I go to the supermarket, I still like to linger in front of the stalls with all kinds of sweets, and my heart is full of joy. Small and bright sugar granules are so dedicated to happiness! Although life is very bitter, I still have confidence in the light that permeates life, just because sweetness is my first impression of the world.

Please give me this.