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When I was a child, I was infatuated with watermelon. Now I have grown up, and sometimes I really miss that cold feeling. Street stalls or the shadows of melons on the screen come into view, and the moment when I ate melons in my childhood reappears:

In summer, the glory of the rest of the day sinks into the corner of the sky, and the heat gradually fades away. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable. At this time, the fragrance of watermelon permeated the streets, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, if there is nothing. I (about five or six years old) folded my knees with my hands, squatting on a small bench like a cat catching a mouse, and my small black eyes glanced at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water. Through the water, the sweat on my face has already dried, and one by one, like a waterfall, hangs "Qianchuan". Mosquitoes "travel around" in their ears and don't care at all. Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting-My Sweetie in a melon sac.

until the watermelon is cut into pieces: I saw watermelon seeds like black pearls embedded in the red melon meat; The melon meat has a little coolness; Melon juice flows down the mirror-like melon surface, one drop, two drops; The texture of the melon surface is like fine lines on the surface of colored porcelain ...

The happiest moment is that the iced watermelon is held in your hand, and there seems to be a cold current floating back and forth all over your body.

2. Sweet mud

Yellow fly

The northwest wind is whistling, and the residual snow is rolling on the road. Although it is already in beginning of spring, it is still very cold.

She leans against a poplar tree at the school gate, motionless as a snow sculpture.

a sudden ringing of the bell. Her dim eyes shone with eager light.

A group of children singing songs have stepped out of the school gate without her son. Another group of children, talking and laughing, set foot on the road without her son ... The figure is sparse, scattered and gone.

The creaking iron gate locks the silent campus.

She was dizzy for a while, and she could hardly stand. She stumbled over and shook the bars with both hands. "What for?" The old man in a message came out with a democratic face.

"on! My little light! " Like breathing, like crying.

"School is over."

"Know the way ..." She murmured in a low voice with glassy eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly released her hand, and took out a tightly wrapped and warm candy from the pocket of her big-breasted cotton-padded jacket: "Uncle, please ... give it to the child."

"what's your name?"

"Wang Xiaoliang."

"What grades and classes?"

"Today, just passed, eight birthdays."

"I mean what grade and class." The old man is a little impatient.

"Oh ... maybe ..." She shook her head again.

The old man looked at the neurotic woman strangely. "Who the hell are you?"

What he answered was the tears in his eyes and the back that staggered away. The old man sighed in confusion and seemed to understand something.

In the afternoon, this packet of candy finally reached Wang Xiaoliang, Class Two, Grade Two. The child was very surprised. I haven't tasted this favorite toffee for a long time. His little hands rubbed back and forth on his clothes, thought a little, and sent one to each child, two to his good friends and five to the teacher respectfully. "Eat!" He shouted and danced happily, even throwing off the open-mouthed whore. The students shared the joy with him in the laughter, only the teacher quietly turned his back ...

After school, Xiao Liang was still immersed in the joy and skipped home. Suddenly, he stopped and felt the candy left in his pocket, and a sense of fear came over him. He seemed to see again: now the mother raised her fine eyebrows and whispered something in her father's ear. Dad grabbed a stick and came up to him angrily. He stared blankly, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but at first glance it was all bulging. He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, and looked around. He quickly buried the sugar in the snowdrift on the side of the road and specially inserted a small stick.

Xiao Liang slept soundly and sweetly that night. He dreamed that his old mother came back with a smile, and now her mother is hanging her head and leaving. I'm so happy.

the next day, Xiao Liang lit up very early. As usual, he emptied and rinsed the bedpans of the whole family first, then washed rice, added water, poked fire and sat in the pan, and then slipped out with a cold steamed bun on his back. He wants to dig his candy quickly. I don't want to. The ground temperature rose overnight, the ice and snow melted, and the syrup and snow water mixed together and penetrated into the earth. On the wet ground, there were some crumpled candy wrappers and that little stick as a mark.

Xiao Liang blinked and couldn't help rolling down tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and stared blankly. After a while, he couldn't help but stretch out his cracked little finger and put some dirt on the tip of his tongue-< P > He smiled again: that dirt, My Sweetie's.