After dinner, the neighbor in front of him brought a basket of arbutus, about the size of a ping-pong ball, and red and black and purple, like a small pompom that was dripping in his hand. Carry it in your hand and you can smell the sweet and sour fruit aroma, each one is so tempting, so full.
I washed a large basin for the children playing in the yard, and the children said that they had never seen such a big bayberry. As long as you take a sip, the sweet and sour juice quickly seeps through the mouth, and the juice flows down the throat and slowly flows into the heart. This similar feeling seems to have been felt many years ago. Looking at the children who were eating with relish, I said: "When I was a child, my mother had a disease", the children looked at me with wide eyes after listening to it, and my son asked me even more anxiously, "What is wrong with my mother, what is the disease?" I couldn't help laughing, seeing that I was silent, the two children pushed and shoved me, "Mom, you say, you say...", "Don't argue, your mother was born with arbutus canned disease when she was a child" The gentleman next to me said playfully. "What is the canned bayberry disease?" The two children, confused, looked at each other.
The post-70s generation knows that when we were young, there was no chocolate, potato chips, cola, yogurt... This kind of food, even milk candy candy can only be bought in Shanghai. But on the neatly arranged counter of the store, there is a food that I like to eat- canned bayberry - round glass jar, purple-red bayberry soaked in pink purple soup, sealed with iron sheet, and when eating, you have to put a kitchen knife and scissors together to open it. Whether it is a fever, stomach pain, headache it is a good medicine, all-encompassing treatment for all diseases. It was the standard when I was uncomfortable in my childhood, and the sweet and sour taste was a rare delicacy for me at that time, and I always drank a small amount of sweet soup first, and then counted the slightly sour bayberry. When it was time to get to the small half-can, I started drinking the soup again, ordering it again, and eating it again. Until the drink is finished, the order is finished, and the illness will be better.
At that time, it was also a relatively expensive food. Only when I was uncomfortable would my mother buy it for me. Every once in a while I would get hungry, I would pretend to have a stomachache, and I would pretend to be in pain. I can always get blindsided by my mother, and I can always achieve my goal, and I will get sick after eating well. After success, you will secretly rejoice. So I had more frequent seizures, but soon my clever sister found out that I was pretending to be ill. In the future, as soon as I say that my stomach hurts, my sisters will say, "Mom, my sister Canned canned disease has been committed again." "Although this trick does not work, my mother will still buy me a can of relief every month." Since then, "canned bayberry disease" has become a shameful thing in my childhood, and it has also become a funny thing for my family to ridicule me after tea and dinner. It's so cute and sweet to look back on now.
The children listened to my story, laughed, laughed at grandma's stupidity, laughed at my gluttony. Perhaps they have not yet understood that the love that parents give to their children is all, even if they are pretending to be stupid.
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only the Mother is true, eternal, and immortal.