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The temptation of popsicle made me make unforgivable mistakes quickly, and the lessons it brought me affected my later behavior.
I remember that it was a rather annoying afternoon. Under the buttonwood tree at the entrance of the nursery, the old man selling popsicles dozed feebly. There were still a few minutes left before the primary school was over. Other vendors were ready to meet the big customers of their business, so they fiddled with cigarette candy, licorice cake, hard candy filled with pigments, and some playthings such as foreign films and marbles to make those pockets. I still lie prone on the fence at the door and look at everything shining outside, but the place where my eyes stay the most is always the wooden box with popsicles-once my mother came to pick me up and I said I wanted to eat popsicles, but because of my poor health, my stomach often goes wrong, so I was severely rejected. I feel very helpless that I will keep a distance from that box forever.
Just when I was depressed and unwilling to give up, Ajian, the eldest son of Aunt A Gui who lives next door to Grandma Hong's house, came out of school. The primary school is over.
Pupils began to surround every stall, and the old man selling popsicles suddenly recovered his spirit and began to shout. A Jian kept his pace in front of the popsicle stall, and he was very ...