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The temptation of popsicle made me make unforgivable mistakes quickly, and the lessons it brought me also influenced my later behavior.
I remember it was a rather boring afternoon. Under the buttonwood tree at the gate of the nursery, the old man selling popsicles dozed feebly. There are still a few minutes before primary school is over. Other vendors are ready to meet the big customers of their business, so they play with cigarette candy, licorice cakes, hard candy filled with pigments, and some foreign movies, marbles and other playthings to make those pockets. I still lie prone on the fence at the door, looking 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 and frequent stomach problems, I severely refused. I feel very helpless. I will always keep my distance from that box.
Just when I was depressed, Aunt A Gui's eldest son, Jian, who lives next door to Grandma Hong's house, came out of school. Primary school is over.
Pupils began to surround every booth, and the old man selling popsicles suddenly recovered his spirit and began to shout. A Jian kept pace in front of the popsicle stand, very ...