Lost in the depths of the years of sweet cake

A very good friend and I chat, talking about snacks, her face is excited, the friend has been 22 years old, she said, until now, my father comes home from work, will give her a bag of snacks, let her eat snacks to do what she wants to do. Across the ethereal network, the excitement of friends seemed to give birth to tentacles, soft spread to my heart, but also kept tickling my thoughts, this tickling, can not help but tickle out a lot of my childhood past events.

When I was young, my family owned a store near an elementary school. In addition to stationery and toys, most of the little children eat things, such as candy, jelly beans, sunflower seeds, peanuts, soda and other food and beverages, at that time, our home is a child's paradise every day, dad every few days, will go to the city to buy. Because of my parents' special care for me, but also because of the sake of being near the water, every time my father came back from the city, I was always their first customer. And it's definitely free. Say you may not believe, I eat snacks have eaten out of the "patent", only choose to eat snacks on the place, I will always be "superior".

In my naive childhood fantasy, I always thought that I was the first person to bring snacks into bed. There's a reason for that. As a child, my favorite snack was a cookie. They are only about the size of your thumb, and in addition to coating them with sugar, they are also stuck with a little sesame seed, so that people look at them at a glance. At that time, I often listened to the story told by my father, while safely falling asleep, so, often wake up, buttocks are sticky cookie, think carefully, is how funny, can eat the cookie on the buttocks, such comfort and luxury I am afraid only I.

I can't imagine how I came to sleep, and I can't imagine how the sweet pieces of cookies naughty jump to my ass, only know that at that time, I never had a nightmare, or even very few dreams, even if there are, the dream is sweet flowers.

Time such as flow, more than 20 years have passed, however, until now, often think of such a scene, there is a kind of itchy feeling on the butt, is it pulled by the cookie? I stretched out my hand and found that except for the stiff jeans buttons, the cookie was gone.

It's like I've lost the innocence of my childhood. I've lost so many cookies in my life. Except for the factory of memory, there is no longer any manufacturer of this sweet cake. The sweet cake placed my carefree childhood, concentrated my naive sleep, and the tender shadow of dote.

So far, my family is no longer open a shop, but my parents will always mention the scene of my arms sweet cake dream, my parents every time they talk about it, their face will show the same expression, their eyes into a circle of flat oval, like the shape of sweet cake.

I have always felt that in the short time of life, everyone has lost too many cookies, cookies, is a valuable totem of our life at a certain stage, through the starting point of cookies, we set out to go to the orchard of life to pick bigger fruits. In the end, we found that each of us had become the monkey that broke into the corn field, only picking, but forgetting to collect, as for the original little cookie, we had already thrown out of the cloud.

If I could, I would hoard a little "sweet pie" in the depths of my soul like a farmer would hoard a sweet potato. Through it, let me always remember the way my parents looked when they were young, through it, we discover our ignorant feelings, through it, we see their innocence.

Not everyone knows how to hoard this "cookie", and most people put the cookie into the "cold palace" because they find a greater temptation. The cookies were imperceptibly covered with dust and even mildew in the years of their minds, and when these cookies were seen as useless or in the way, they exchanged them for cigarettes and alcohol, and they found excitement and paralysis in the new and strange temptations.

Few people know that the abandoned sweet cake is unfeeling, once let go, it will be like ginseng fruit in the ground, never to come again. Few people know that people who carefully collect a "sweet cake" are happy, it can let us keep a crystal transparent heart in the years of life, reflecting the world's most wonderful spiritual halo; It allows us to pick up the seeds of sunken memories, replant them in the soil, and soon enjoy the fragrance of the soul!

Time passes by, no one will hear a sweet cake in the depths of the years gently sigh.