Chapter 11 solidification of me

Here, in an international cocktail, I'm still a piece of ice that refuses to melt— always keep sub-zero cold and solid firmness. I used to be very liquid. It also loves to flow and boils easily, I love to play on rainbow slides. But the sun of China is too far away from me, I crystallized, transparent and hard, and cannot be automatically restored. Side Note: Classes were Filipinos, Japanese, Australians, Irish, and of course, American Yankees.