Canned Sydney

Huge Sydney pear, peeled, white and sweet, packed in a glass bottle into a sydney can, Yantai sydney canned especially memorable, leaving a little warmth. When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, my mother saw that the fire on the corner of my mouth had broken, so she bought me a bottle of canned Sydney pear from Yantai. At that time, the family was very poor, and it was a luxury to be able to enjoy the "fire" of pear pots. Pry open the lid of the tin can, stare at the delicate jade white pear flesh removed from the pear core pear skin, as if this jar of pear is an incomparable sweet fruit treasure, clip a piece of pear for the mother to eat, the mother pushed: "You are on fire, eat a whole can to be effective, the pear is also not able to eat yo!" "I understand that my mother is reluctant to taste it. Later, when I was on fire, the corners of my mouth broke again, and my mother, who was usually reluctant to buy even a pair of socks, bought me canned Sydney pears to set fire. I said to my mother, "I don't like to eat canned pears, and my stomach hurts when I eat them." When I was twenty-two or three years old, I worked, and in the summer of the first year, the office informed me to go to collect heat-proof items, thinking that it must be some people Dan, cool oil or something, but when I saw it, it was a box of Yantai canned Pear per person, and I immediately felt: the work is really good, there is a monthly salary, and there are summer-proof foods. I took the canned pears home, and when my mother saw that I had brought back so many canned pears from my unit, she said to me meaningfully: "Ying'er, you must be worthy of this canned pear..." I understood that my mother was reminding me to cherish the hard-won work. I worked hard and down-to-earth, and after a few years, I improved rapidly and my career went up a level. At the age of twenty-five or six, I fell in love. Accidentally suffering from a cold and cough, she bought canned Pears from Yantai and sent them to my dormitory, then placed them in the basin along with the bottle, poured boiling water into the slow heat, and then sandwiched the pear meat in the jar into a white porcelain bowl. I eat crispy pear pieces and drink sweet pear water, and I feel so good to have love! Clipping a piece of pear meat to her, she used her hand to block Yanran and smiled: "Pears can't be eaten separately." Suddenly, I seemed to hear my mother's voice; at that moment, I immediately understood what she meant. Later, whenever I got on fire, she bought canned Pear, and I liked to watch her focus on gently squeezing the jade white pear meat into the white porcelain bowl with her slim fingers. In those days of scarcity, Sydney cans contained the good memories I had sealed for a long time. (Tang Yingzhong)