Big Sydney, peeled, sweet, white, packed in glass bottles into the canned Sydney, the memory of the canned Sydney left a little warm. At the age of thirteen and four, when my mother saw that my mouth was covered with fire, I bought a bottle of canned pear in Yantai. At that time, the family was so poor that it was a luxury to enjoy the "fire" in the pear pot. It was as if the pear was an incomparable fragrant and sweet fruit treasure, with a pear for mother to eat. Mother pushed, "You go on fire, eat a whole can of it is effective, and the pear can not be eaten separately!" I understand that mother is reluctant to taste. Later, when I caught fire and the corners of my mouth burst again, I could not bear to see my mother reluctant to buy a pair of socks, or bought me a canned Sydney to catch fire, so I said to my mother, "I don't like canned pears. My stomach aches when I eat them."

When I was twenty-two or three years old, I went to work in an office. In the first summer, the office told me to collect some anti-heat articles. I thought it must be some people's Dan, cool oil or something. But when I got to the office, it was a box of canned Yantai Sydney. I immediately felt that the job was good, I got a monthly salary, and there were anti-heat food in summer. I took the canned pears home, and when my mother saw how many canned pears I had brought home from work, she said to me meaningfully, "Ying'er, you have to stand up to the canned pears..." I know that my mother is telling me to cherish hard won work. I was hardworking and hardworking. After a few years, I made rapid progress and joined the party and started my secretarial work.

When I was 25 or 6, I fell in love. Carelessly caught a cold and coughed, she bought Yantai Sydney cans to my dormitory, and then with the bottle placed in the basin, poured boiling water slowly heated, and then the canned pear meat into a white porcelain bowl, I eat crisp pieces of pear, drinking sweet pear water, I feel like a hobby! Pinch a piece of pear meat to her, she used her hand to block a smile: " A pear can't be eaten separately. " In a moment, I seemed to hear my mother talking, and at the same time, I understood what she meant. Later, whenever I caught fire, she bought a pear jar, and I liked to stare at her delicate fingers, attentive manner that the jade white pear flesh gently into a white porcelain bowl.

In that age of material deprivation, it "loaded" with some of my memorable memories.