Canned food is so tempting to me that every time I go to the supermarket, I always stand in front of the shelves and look at it. The canned memories of my childhood.

When you were young, eating a bottle of sweet and water canned fruit is a very extravagant thing. The fruit soaked in glass bottles is crystal clear. So I looked forward to my illness. Because I was sick, the adults would buy me canned fruit. Not only do I have to eat all the fruit in it, but I have to drink all the sweet water in it. When the cans come to the bottom, I have to habitually lick the corners of my mouth. It's eaten in the mouth, sweet in the heart, delicious.

At that time, there was no fruit at all, and no fruit could be bought, so the canned fruit became the food I had dreamed of. But I can't eat a few times all the year round, only when I have a new year, a guest at home, a sick man, or a sick man, so I hope I'm sick at that time and feel happier than health.

In those days, a bottle of cans was often "visited" by many families. On New Year's Day, everyone had to carry a few cans to and fro. Because people at that time lived in poverty, no money, who received cans are reluctant to eat, and so "go out of favor" when sent out, save money to buy. As a result, many people are reluctant to open food after receiving canned food, but they try to hide it in case they want to eat it. I remember now that when my mother tried to prevent me from stealing my sister, I often hid the cans in the house, in the urn, in the cellar, and these places had been hidden.

Although my mother often changed places for canning, I was discovered by me. That time, I accidentally knocked out a bottle of canned peach in the urn of my cool house. Although I knew that the result of stealing might be beaten, I still couldn't resist the temptation. I found a big nail, put a hole in the tin lid, and then drank sweet water with my sister in a tin bottle. Soon, the sweet water was drunk, but my sister and I still felt unsatisfied. So, I brought a kitchen knife from the kitchen, chopped a "cross flower" on the lid of the canned, wingy hand off the iron skin with my hand, and then put the chopsticks into the jar...

When I was eating, I was very happy. After eating, my sister and I were all scared. So I tried to "destroy the corpse" and dig a hole in the corner of the yard to bury the bottle. Strangely enough, my mother found that after the canned food was gone, she just asked and did not scold us. I later learned that it was my father who secretly advised my mother not to pursue any more, saying that the children could not eat anything good all year round, and that it was normal to have greedy lips.

Nowadays, when the world is full of fresh fruits and the seasons are running wild, canned fruits are almost uninhabited and left alone on the shelves of supermarkets. I always see the street peddlers crying out for fruit, and the kids who pass the road are not looking, and always think of eating canned fruit when I was a child.