Do you have any fruit-related memories in your childhood memories?

When I talk about my childhood memories, I think of the handmade cattail bags made by some women in the production team in 1975 in the winter. At that time, the only tool for holding apples was cattail bags. We didn’t grow apples locally. When I eat apples once, I have to send someone from the production team to drive a carriage and pull the cattail bags to Yantai, hundreds of miles away from home, to change them.

I remember that the winter of that year was very cold. When I was unloading the cattail bags in Yantai and loading the apples from Yantai to drive home, it snowed heavily on the road, and the carriage continued to pull the apples slowly. I rushed home, but when the carriage came home, a cart of well-packaged apples was still frozen.

The captain had no choice but to distribute the frozen, stick-hard apples to the farmers. I remember that at that time, farm children generally could not eat an apple. When the frozen, hard apples were given to the family, they were cherished like treasures.

I remember when my mother cooked frozen apples for us one by one in an iron pot, they were sweeter and more fragrant than the best apples sold today. Things are rare and valuable. This is the story about fruits when I was a child. It is full of memories!

There are many fruit-related memories in my childhood memories that are lingering! It was an era of scarcity of materials. For example, if you wanted to buy the tempting watermelon in the summer and take it home to try, you would have to queue up in a long line. There was one situation where you didn’t have to queue up, that is, if you had a high fever, you could just bring a doctor’s certificate. We bought it; while eating the watermelon, we will save the seeds and fry the extra ones to eat. After dinner, we will hold a small bench and chat with our friends while eating the seeds. It is very comfortable! Nowadays, living conditions are better, but we must not forget our roots!

Thank you! I remember when I was little, my mother would buy apricots for us to eat every year when there were apricots available. Don't throw away the apricot core after eating. Grind both sides of the apricot core into small holes, dig out the almonds inside, and then blow it to make a nice sound. Some almonds are used to play with. In the past, we were very poor and our living conditions were not very good, and we didn’t have many toys to play with. Now we in China are rich and feel very happy now. cherish!

The only thing in my memory is the wild strawberries, radishes and drumsticks (sugar cane trees) that I would dig every summer. It feels so good to eat. Now that I have grown up, I am far away from home. I really don’t know when I can go home. I miss everything at home so much. [Crying][Crying]

I remember when I was a child, I went to the Yuhong Class (now called Kindergarten) in our village, where the village found two women to play with the children who had not yet gone to school in the village. What is the name of the female nursery? She has a very distinguished name. In addition to leading children to play, their duties include occasionally teaching songs. I remember they were "The East Is Red" and "The Sea Sails Depends on the Helmsman." There was also a song whose name I forgot, but I only remember two lines from it. I can’t remember the rest of the lyrics “The sky is full of stars, the crescent moon is shining, I think of the evil old society.”

Once, a childcare worker led everyone to play at her home. Her house is a large courtyard. The main room and the east room are old-fashioned large tile-roofed houses. It is said that they belong to the landowners. There are two jujube trees planted in the yard. It is the time in autumn when the jujubes are about to mature but not yet fully mature, and about to turn red but not completely red. The nursery took some dates from the tree and gave them to us to eat. Only one was given to each person. She asked everyone not to eat the dates after they got them, but to eat them together after they were distributed.

A group of children of different sizes were chattering in a lively manner. After the childcare worker handed out the dates, she said, "Everyone can eat." At this time, there was no chatter, and only the sound of chewing was heard. The sound stopped and the chirping started again. At this time, the nursery teacher asked: "Are the dates sweet?" The children said: "Sweet!" But I didn't say sweet, because the date I ate was not sweet at all, like a wooden bump. Later, when I grew up, I have also eaten such dates. People say that such dates are "horse tooth dates".

This time I ate dates for the first time in my life. Jujubes can be considered fruits. If they can be considered fruits, this was the first time I ate fruits in my childhood memory. Besides, what I ate was a "very sweet" fruit.

Postscript, our childcare worker is not very conscious. Her dates are not for children to eat for free. The production team will convert the dates into money and give them to her family.

How could I have the money to eat fruit when I was a kid? I didn’t see any fruit either. In my memory, eating eggs on my birthday is a very happy thing.

It is a rare and happy thing to be able to eat the fruits of Zhenerbajing in childhood.

I was born in a poor small village. At that time, the fruit grown in the production team was a kind of melon, a golden melon. The sweet smell could be smelled from a distance. The bold brothers and sisters could fly. I ran to the field and picked one secretly to try it while no one was avoiding me. It would definitely be a great happiness to eat the sweetness in my mouth, but I was timid and could only swallow my saliva. There is also a kind of hairy peach. My uncle and grandpa has several hairy peach trees in his house. We call them dog shit peaches. The peaches are small, but they are very sweet when ripe. But in my memory, the old lady was very stingy and he was always wary of us stealing them. I remember one time, my sister took me to pick peaches secretly. My sister carefully climbed up the tree. As soon as she started picking, she heard a loud roar. She was so frightened that she slipped down and quickly pulled me to hide. When we entered the bamboo forest behind the house, we saw the grandfather stretching his neck and shouting loudly, which scared us so much that we didn't even dare to speak out. I didn’t eat the peach, but I left a lot of memories. I always feel that the melons at that time were fragrant and the peaches at that time were sweet.

When I saw the title, I couldn’t help but think of kiwi fruit.

In the mid-1980s, my uncle in Taiyuan fell ill. My father went to visit him and brought back some kiwi fruits.

Although the life at that time cannot be compared with that of today, it is indeed very different. We live in a rural area and our family is poor, so in addition to some local fruits, such as apples, pears, peaches, apricots, watermelons, cantaloupes, etc., we also have the newly introduced strawberries and girl fruits. While other southern fruits, namely oranges and sugar cane, are more common, the others have basically never been seen, let alone eaten.

There is a little joke about the kiwi fruit that dad brought back this time.

At that time, Taiyuan must have just introduced kiwi fruit from the south. When my uncle was hospitalized, several sisters asked him what kind of fruit he wanted to eat. My uncle thought about it and said, I can’t buy a few of those that look like Let’s try the fruit on the heel.

Is there a fruit that looks like a heel? At that time, my father and several sisters were very strange. Later, when my uncle was taking a walk after the infusion, he walked to the door of the hospital and pointed at the kiwi fruit to show them, and everyone realized that what he wanted was kiwi fruit.

When I see kiwi fruit now, I can’t help but think of the shape my uncle described: like a heel. Don't tell me, they are quite similar.

Don’t think of this description when eating this crust!

At that time, it was probably not long after the introduction, and the kiwis I bought back were hard. Then when I ate it, it was sour and astringent. My uncle only tasted it and stopped eating it.

So even though I only bought a few pills, by the time my uncle was discharged from the hospital, there was still only one pill that my uncle had tasted. Originally, the sisters wanted to throw away the kiwis, but my uncle felt sorry for them and spent a lot of money on them and was reluctant to part with them. But I couldn't eat it, so when my father returned to Hebei from Taiyuan, he said that we had never seen this kind of fruit before, so he took it back.

Even though the kiwi fruit I brought back was still not tasty after a few days, it was still thrown away. I still remember very clearly that when my mother threw it away, she sighed: It turns out that southern fruits are so unpalatable!

Because of that experience, when I left the countryside and saw more and more kiwis, I kept hiding when I saw them. Because the taste of kiwi fruit has always bothered me.

It wasn’t until thirty years later, one or five years ago, that my child went to kindergarten. When he came back, he said that he told me about kiwi fruit in the kindergarten and it was delicious. He asked me to buy some for him, and I told him about it. He told me about my experience, hoping to dispel his thoughts.

But the child insisted on buying it, so he only bought a few.

I was a little surprised when I saw the delicious kiwi fruit being eaten by my children and husband, and then I took a bite at the warm invitation of my children. When it tasted soft and sweet in my mouth, I realized that ripe kiwi fruit is so delicious.

Later, I quickly bought some for my parents. Who knew that the old couple had already eaten it? When they knew that I had not eaten kiwi fruit for so many years because of memory, they couldn't help but laugh at me.

But when I talk about my uncle eating kiwi fruit, I can't help but feel a little emotional. Because my uncle passed away within two years after he was hospitalized. Until his death, the fruit he remembered as "heel" was still sour and unpalatable, and he was unable to eat the delicious ripe kiwi fruit.

In my childhood, I also had a desire for fruits.

When I lived in a large courtyard, every time my mother bought fruits, she would put them in a basket and hang them on the beams of the main room. He said he was afraid of rats stealing food. At first, we two brothers thought that yes, there was a mouse in the house. If it took a few bites, who would be able to eat it? When I grew up, I realized that the mice were us brothers!

My favorite food is apples, apples with banana flavor, yellow and orange, fragrant. It's still noodles, and it's delicious. At that time, the family's economic conditions were still good, and there was no shortage of common fruits such as watermelons, bananas, apples, and grapes. Grandma loves to eat, and so does mom. You can also eat persimmons, chestnuts, water chestnuts, and peaches. The water chestnuts are quite delicious, crunchy and sweet, but they can't be peeled completely. I'm always anxious to peel as many as I can and eat them first.

How many years have passed, I have never seen it before, and I have eaten too many things. But I still think about the banana-flavored apples from my childhood!