Summer

Summer is a popsicle, licked up to cool sweet and refreshing. In childhood, in summer, there was always an old man selling popsicles at the gate of primary school. At the end of school, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sweet popsicle, a dime."... " We children were attracted to him and surrounded him closely. A child took a dime out of his pocket and handed it to him. He took a popsicle out of the white foam box in front of him and immediately closed the lid. I rummaged through my pockets and found only a five-cent steel peg. My buddy Xiao Hu stared at the five cents in the palm of my hand and said to me happily, "I only have five cents in my pocket. Together, we can buy a popsicle." We put two steel bars together and bought a popsicle and drank happily. I walked side by side with the popsicle. I licked it, feeling sweet and sweet, and then put the popsicle to the tiger's mouth, and the tiger licked it. Finally, the two of us licked up the popsicles, leaving only one stick. At that time, I thought that popsicle was the most refreshing snack in the world, and I dreamed of eating one every day. When I grow up, I can buy a lot of popsicles with money in my pocket, but I no longer like to eat that food. At the age of eight, he was addicted to popsicles; at eighteen, he was addicted to books; at 28, he was addicted to coffee. My life passed in such a hurry, leaving only a deep and shallow imprint in my memory. I always miss the summer when two people licked a popsicle, the time of innocence.

Summer is shady, cool and lively. Many years ago, there was a grove behind my house. In summer, the trees are lush and look like a green island from afar. At noon, the sun is in the sky, the heat is steaming, and the whole world is like a steamer. The ground of the grove seems to have been woven into a mat by dense shade, which is full of coolness. The neighbors moved their stools to the woods to enjoy the cool. They sit together and talk about their parents or play a few games of cards. Laughter echoed in the shade. Madonna dances here, cicadas sing here, purple flowers and wild chrysanthemum are also in full bloom here. When my friends and I were tired of playing, we lay down on the adults' legs and pestered them to tell them stories. In a twinkling of an eye, I grew up and drifted in a strange city. Crisscross streets divide the city into many areas, and layers of steel and concrete divide countless small worlds. We don't know who lives next door, let alone interact with our neighbors. We are bored in our own small world to stroll around the park, relax, admire the flowers and trees transplanted from nature, and look at the bustling strangers. I always feel that the distance between people is far away, and the distance between people and nature is also farther. I always miss the shade when I was a child and the summer before.