Chocolate transfer cake
Summer is like a popsicle, licking it is cool, sweet and refreshing. When I was a child, in the summer, there was always an old man selling popsicles in front of the elementary school. When school was over, he shouted in a hoarse voice: Sweet popsicles, ten cents each... Our group of children were attracted and surrounded him tightly. A child took out a dime from his pocket and handed it to him. He took out a popsicle from 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 penny. My friend Xiaohu stared at the five cents in my hand and said happily to me: I only have five cents in my pocket. Together, we can buy a popsicle. We put two steel sticks together and bought a popsicle, drinking happily. I took the popsicle and walked side by side with Xiaohu. I took a lick and it felt delicious. Then I put the popsicle to Xiaohu's mouth, and Xiaohu also took a lick. In the end, the two of us licked and sucked the popsicle dry, leaving only one wooden stick. At that time, I thought popsicles were the most delicious snack in the world, and I dreamed of eating one every day in the future. When I grow up, I can buy a lot of popsicles with the money in my pocket, but I no longer like eating them. When I was eight years old, I was addicted to popsicles; when I was eighteen, I was addicted to books; when I was twenty-eight, I was addicted to coffee... In my thirties, I was addicted to baking. My life passed by in such a hurry, leaving only deep and shallow marks in my memory. I always miss that summer when two people licked a popsicle, that innocent era. Summer is a green shade, cool and lively. Many years ago, there was a small forest behind my house. In summer, those trees are lush and green, looking like a green island from a distance. At noon, the sun was blazing in the sky, the steam was steaming, and the whole world was like a steamer. The ground of the grove seemed to be woven into a mat with dense shade, giving it a strong coolness. Neighbors all moved stools to the grove to enjoy the shade. They sit together and talk about family affairs or play a few games of cards. Laughter and laughter echoed in the green shade. Damselflies dance here, cicadas sing here, and purple grasshoppers and wild chrysanthemums bloom here. When my friends and I got tired of playing, we would lie on the laps of the adults and pester them to tell them stories. In a blink of an eye, I grew up and was wandering in a strange city. The criss-crossing streets divide the city into many areas, and the layers of reinforced concrete divide it into countless small worlds. We don’t know who lives next door, let alone interact with our neighbors. We were tired of staying in our own little world and went to the park to stroll around, relax, admire the flowers and trees transplanted from nature, and look at the bustling strangers. I always feel that the distance between people is getting farther, and the distance between people and nature is also getting further. I always miss the green shade of my childhood and the summers of the past.
Baking
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