the tastes Sugar Cakes, one of well-known snacks in Hangchow, but by the the local people, also referred to as Powdered Sugar Cakes, is my favorite when I am a kid. It is made of glutinous rice flour mixed with water and kneaded into dough, sliced into flat strips and deeply fried in the boiling oil till it turns yellow brown; one could enjoy It’s flavor after it is fully coated with sweet powdered sugar. When it is done, it tastes so good, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, which is somewhat similar to the Round-shaped Rice Cake in Szechwan and Hupei Province. However, It’s crust, with powdered sugar, melts away at once in my month and teases all my taste buds with it’s sweet, that is what the only difference is. I sojourn in Maojiapu in Hangchow this time, and I take bus to Hsiaozhe Bridge so often after my breakfast. Nearby the Ch’ingch’un Road and Yenan Road there stands a well-known Hsinfeng Snack Bar that serves Powdered Sugar Cake. Every time I come there, I could really“relish” my heart’s desire and enjoy a bite of life inadvertently as well. I am born in Hangchow and have eight years of living full time there. My bygone days of my childhood in Hangchow, in short, no more than lake excursions, climbing hills and enjoying Powdered Sugar Cakes ( as well as Cat Ear Noodles). What I remembered so well were Yenan Road and Kenshan Gate, two places in Hangchow, that’s because it was where I usually passed by whenever I had an outing. In Hangchow there were some places I had lived, as of Yenan New Village,Hsüehshi Road, Shent’angch’iao and Panshan. The less clock hands I wind back, the more vivid memories I could collect. I always dropped off and changed to bus in Kenshan Gate whenever I went to Lakeside from Shent’angch’iao and Panshan with my father. Right now I am light-heartedly eating Sugar Cakes at Hsinfeng Snack Bar, However, I feel somewhat familiar but uncertain if it is the place where I ever dropped off and thence to Lakeside with my father from Kenshan Gate whenever I rove my eyes across the pedestrian overpass nearby, not sure how many times would ever have been rebuilt, under which Ch’ingch’un Road and Yenan Road crosses. In retrospect, not far from the place where my father and I dropped off, I could see the Lakeside, and the crossing was so wide. My father held my little hands and never came across the road till the vehicles drove far into distance. It is a quite long walk from hence to yonder curbstone. Thus, current crossings of Yenan Road can not rival with the one I bore in my mind.