A box of canned fish

Today my husband bought back a box of canned fish, and it was a bit of a trance to see this box of canned fish, which should be the second time in more than thirty years to eat canned fish. Why is the memory of canned fish so deep?

I also have to start from when I was a child, when the family conditions were not very good, only during the New Year's Festival, you could only eat meat, and you could only eat eggs when you were coughing (when I was a child, the folk remedies in my hometown said that eating freshly fried eggs can cure cough). Usually, there are two must-have dishes on the table, chili oil, pickles, and fish meat are simply impossible to eat in normal times. I remember when I was in the sixth grade, and I was still busy taking a vacation. At the time of the autumn harvest, my parents were not at home, (because my parents contracted some land at that time, and in the field, they needed to collect corn) Only my brother and I were at home, and in addition to school during the day, we had to go home after school to feed the sheep, feed the chickens, feed the dogs, feed the rabbits, and cook. Mom would prepare some food every time she left the house, and if we finished eating and Mom hadn't come back, we would go to Grandma's house for dinner.

One day my brother and I finished eating at my grandmother's house, walking on the way home, and my brother mysteriously told me that I would come home and show you a good thing, and I didn't care. We got home quickly, after getting home, my brother took out an iron box, I looked at it, it was written on it was canned fish, my brother and I took chopsticks, opened the lid, and began to taste it, my brother said that thorns can also be eaten, I half-believed put a whole piece into my mouth, chewed, found that the fish bones can really eat, not prickly at all, soft, chewing is quite delicious. The first time I ate canned fish, I thought it was delicious, and my brother and I ate a box of canned fish in a moment. After eating, I said it was delicious, and my brother said, "I can eat canned fish in the future." I was very moved, but I thought about it, this box of canned fish also costs at least four or five dollars, and the money from my brother came. So I asked my brother, "Where did this canned fish come from?" The brother said, "You don't have to worry, just eat." I've always wondered where my brother got the money.

Suddenly one day, my father came back, when he got home, he looked for my brother, my brother was in junior high school at that time, after school at eight o'clock in the evening, after school, he had not returned, dad waited for a long time, my brother came back, my father asked my brother if he had been to an old factory, and my brother said he had been. Dad asked my brother if he was there to pick up scraps, and he said yes. Dad asked him if he had picked up any valuable items, and his brother said that he had picked up some scrap iron and waste cartons, and did not see any valuables. Dad asked who had gone with him, and my brother said he had gone with his classmates. Later, Dad contacted the classmate, and at his brother's classmate, Dad found the valuables he said. I was next to my dad, and my dad was so anxious that I thought my brother had done something. Ask my father to know that the factory where my brother went to pick up waste should not have been completely abandoned, some important things were lost inside, my brother picked up waste products that people didn't want, and his classmates also picked up things other than waste. Because the factory is not far from our house, the people inside also know my brother, and when they found out that something was lost, they thought that my brother might have picked it up, so they called my father. Dad hurried back and asked his brother, but fortunately something was found.

After figuring out the origin of the matter, I learned that my brother took advantage of the weekend holiday, he went to pick up the waste, sold the waste, and bought a box of canned fish. After this incident, my father did not let my brother go out to pick up scraps, and my canned fish naturally did not have the following.

Although it has been more than twenty years since my brother bought me canned fish, I still remember it vividly, and I can truly feel my brother's love for me.

The love of our family for us is in our daily words and deeds, and this kind of affection is constantly abandoned by us. At the trough of my life, I feel my heart up when I think about my family and the people I love. There is love around us, and nothing is too much to live.

When I ate canned fish today, I couldn't help but think of my brother and hoped that everything would be fine for my brother.