Chapter 1 of Writer Zhang Zhuohuai's Work Changshun Lane

Name: Chapter 1 of Writer Zhang Zhuohuai's Work Changshun Lane
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The green moss in the cracks of the bluestones has not faded, and the tin popsicle cart at the entrance of Changshun Lane has carried the old days away. Amidst the chirping of cicadas in the 23rd year of the Republic of China, Old Man Chen pushed a mottled wooden cart with the words "popsicles three points" written on it. The cool air hissed when he lifted the quilt, and the three-color popsicles wrapped in milky white, orange yellow and mint green became the summer thoughts of the entire alley. There are the embarrassment of children stealing rice to buy popsicles, the arrogance of Erya showing off milk-flavored popsicles, and the warm favor of neighbors who exchange roasted sweet potatoes for coolness. In the years when the car bells jingled, there were hidden photos of old man Chen's yellowed deep inside the quilt - that was his younger brother who had not returned from the south in 1948, and was also the source of this craft; the white paper flags that had witnessed Er Ya's father's funeral, and old man Chen's swollen old cold legs covered with strips of cloth. When the old craftsman pushed the cart away forever, soy milk stalls, canteens, and shopping malls successively replaced the popsicle cart, and the bluestone road was also covered with cement. Only when the copper bell rings softly in the wind, you can still hear the shouting in the northern Henan accent that penetrates the years, with sweetness, coolness, and the human fireworks of the old time that will never melt.