The dead Ant is looking at his own body
Ant sighs and ponders
In order to survive goes to find food
Hard working his entire life
But once it failed and fell into another’s trap
Became food for another to survive
Spider enjoying the food
The instinct to survive until death
Is it the way life survives?
When I saw a kid having an ice-pop in a photo taken by Stan, my memory went back to that time when ice-pops were a childhood treat. Sucking the icy, sweet taste from the ice-pop; it was such a joyful moment…
At that time, my family bought the long plastic bags and we made the ice-pops. Sometimes we had soymilk, or sweetened red bean soup; sometimes we made fruit juice favorites. Not only did we like it, the neighborhood kids were attracted too. So, we sold to them.
However, we don’t know why the trend of having ice-pops is gone. I almost forget the existence of these joyful memories…
One day, we bought a box of ice-pops (western style) at a store. Ah yoo… all are soda favorites. I have a few tastes. Hmm, why couldn’t I feel that joyful moment again?
The time and age are different?
The maturity and mind are different?
看到朋友Stan拍摄一张小孩吃冰条的照片，让我想起冰条是童时的喜爱甜食。吸着冰冰甜甜的味道，那种感觉很享受…
那时家里买了一包长胶袋就自己做起冰条来了，一次总会做出几十条，有时是豆浆水、红豆糖水，有时做甜酸梅水、荔枝糖水。不仅我们爱吃，邻居的小孩也被引诱，所以也就荬给他们。
但不知什么原因，渐渐就不流行吃冰条了，几乎已忘了它曾经存在的乐趣…
那天在市埸店买了一西方人吃的冰条，ah yoo…都是汽水做的口味，我吸了几口。嗯，怎么找不回那种享受的感觉了？
时间、岁月不一样了吗？
纯真、心境不一样了吗？
