Sealed in memory

One day, when I was shopping in the supermarket, I suddenly saw canned fruit on the shelves in the food section. These colorful canned fruits suddenly remind me of my childhood memories. The canned food in memory is delicious in the world and can't be extravagant. The supply and marketing cooperative is the place that children most yearn for and satisfy their eyes.

I remember the first time I went to the supply and marketing cooperative, which was what the villagers often called the market. I was excited for a long time. Because there is no flour mill and supply and marketing cooperative in Grandma's village, she can only go to the neighboring village more than ten miles away, and all eight towns and villages in Fiona Fang go to this village for market. I have long wanted to see the world beyond the mountain.

When grandma's kerosene was just used up, the oat noodle was immediately eaten at the bottom of the urn. Grandparents pondered for a few days and finally set a time. It has been pestering and grinding for several days. Grandma reluctantly agreed, because the road is long and mountainous, and adults rarely go there several times a year.

In the early morning, I was awakened by my grandmother in my sleep. I see enough paper is still black. My grandfather and uncle are busy moving things out with flashlights. This time it is mainly grinding wheat and some small grains. First of all, all these bags, large and small, should be tied to the arched wooden frame and then carried to the saddle already fixed on the mule's back. I had to tie it back together. My uncle tied the red mule with flowers, and my grandfather slapped him again. My uncle led a mule with dry food (yam oatmeal cake) on his back, and my grandfather and I followed. My grandfather also carried a lot of bottles (kerosene) and jingled all the way.

"Click, click," the mule's powerful iron palm stepped on the stone road, and grandpa shouted "click" from time to time. When we left the village and walked to Dongliangtou, the village, which had been silent all night, woke up completely. Cocks crow and dogs bark, cows moo and sheep Cleisthenes barks, and the smoke from the kitchen is lazy and curled up, spreading to the oil-green hillside behind the village, as if covered with a faint white gauze.

When the first golden silk scarf quietly surrounded Shuaishan, the grass on the roadside shed crystal tears, and the stubborn wild flowers added a little shyness. Grandpa said, I was halfway through, sleepy, suddenly refreshed, and jumped to the front while running. Suddenly, in the grass by the roadside, "Huhula" went straight into the sky with a series of harsh cries. I was scared to cry. My grandfather said it was a pheasant. From then on, I never dared to go to the front line again and obediently followed my grandfather.

When we arrived at the flour mill, there was a long queue at the door. My grandfather asked my uncle to line up first. I can't wait to take my grandpa to the supply and marketing cooperative for the fair. Several huts were dark with a row of shelves standing against the wall in the middle. My head is only a little higher than the counter. A shop assistant is busy getting goods for the people in the counter. I grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands and stood up with my feet. The first thing that caught my eye was the row of chubby glass bottles and jars on the shelf. Grandpa went directly to the place where kerosene was sold. Under the shelf, Fang Gezi's colorful candy bars, crooked, caught my attention again, along with animal biscuits. My greedy eyes are still patrolling Fang Gezi's goods, white sugar and brown sugar, and there are several large urns side by side on the ground, from which the rich flavor of soy sauce wafts out, mixed with the sour taste of vinegar and, of course, the strong flavor of bulk wine. My taste buds were stimulated by such a rich taste for the first time, and I worked hard. Finally, it was blocked by a pile of high pieces of cloth in front. There are some agricultural materials selling kerosene on the side. After buying kerosene, grandpa bought some needles and needles for grandma. Finally, grandpa watched me stare at the shelves and took out a dime to buy some fruit candy. I peeled off a piece of candy paper eagerly and carefully, licked the oval candy with the tip of my tongue and sucked it with my lips. I didn't want to eat it, so I put it back in my pocket. On the way back, I kept my hand tightly over my pocket.

In this way, the first time I went to the market, the supply and marketing cooperative left me a good memory, which was sweet and delicious like a cornucopia. That night, I really dreamed that I grew up and became a shop assistant. I looked at the cans on the shelf. There was so much food. I smiled foolishly and finally woke up with a smile. ...

Later, I went home to school. Behind our house is the supply and marketing cooperative, which is tall and big. There are many stone steps in front of it. It seems to be the old house of rich people in the past. Antique, carved beams and painted buildings, embroidered columns flying eaves. The goods inside are more abundant. When I'm free, I like to go in and look around. I looked at green canned grapes like agate, canned oranges like crescent moon, canned peaches like duck yellow, canned pears like pale yellow, canned apples like white, canned hawthorn like red lanterns, canned chicken and fish, canned lunch meat in tin boxes and so on. At that time, my greatest wish was to have a delicious canned meal. In fact, if you have enough eye addiction, you will feel the same satisfaction as eating. The canned food in memory is a luxury that only patients can eat, and ordinary people rarely eat it. For this reason, I also pretended to be sick (my stomach hurts), but my mother still gave me a bowl of white sugar water. I thought I said it would stop the pain.

I remember one year my mother went to grandma's house to buy some canned fruits, but my grandparents could not bear to eat them and stayed for a long time. There was no concept of shelf life at that time. The night before I went home to school, my grandmother fulfilled my wish. My grandfather took out a can of grapes from the wicker basket hanging on the beam, used a kitchen knife along the edge of the bottle cap, and carefully pried open the rusty iron lid bit by bit. My grandfather finally broke the membrane gasket, which made my grandmother complain. Grandma slowly put a pearl agate grape into my mouth with a small spoon. I swallowed it in my throat before I could react. The first one has no taste at all. The second one gently pressed the tip of the tongue on the front teeth, and I felt a little sweet and sour that I had never tried before. Have another bite of soup, sweet and sour. Unforgettable At that time, cans and bottles were also treasures at home. The more bottles and cans placed on the boxes in the hall, it is not only a show off, but also a symbol of wealth.

After I went to middle school, I had the opportunity to go to the county seat. Department stores, red flag shopping malls, sugar buildings and so on are all places I often go. In fact, it is a two-story building with a wide range of goods, including food, play and clothes. It's an eye-opener. I remember the first time I ate canned meat. Several students in our dormitory chipped in to buy it, a canned roast chicken and a canned assorted vegetables. A classmate also shook his head and recited a poem: "Canned" is square and round, but rich in content; It's hard to stay in your stomach and return to fertile soil instantly! At that time, all the meals in the school were clean, and the stomach was not treated like that. Soon everyone ran to the toilet, and the students had an unforgettable time with a smile.

At that time, few people in the village went to the downtown market. Liu Laohan from Dongtou went to the county mall to buy a horseshoe watch (alarm clock) and wanted to get (send) a watch at the counter. At that time, you could buy dozens of horseshoe watches for watches. Finally, it became people's talk after dinner.

Once I went to his grandmother's house to play with my classmates. As soon as I entered the yard, I was shocked by a lot of bottles and cans in the corner of the yard, which was bigger than the dunghill in the yard of ordinary people. He said that both of their uncles were pilots, and the treatment of pilots at that time really limited our imagination. Before the college entrance examination that year, several classmates and I were really going to apply for the pilot physical examination, but they were all brushed off for physical reasons.

After joining the army, I remember that the first soldier's holiday was spent in the Gurbantunggut Desert. In the same year, my comrades and I went shopping in a Kazakh town in Courtou. I bought a canned fish and he bought two bottles of beer. On the way back to the camp, we destroyed the cans and beer in the culvert we built. After eating, we saw that the production date of canned food was more than seven years, and the shelf life of beer had already passed. I didn't feel anything at the time. After returning to the camp, the two of us vomited and diarrhea, which almost killed us. Because the troops worked outside all the year round and the station was simple, the company finally pulled us to a place called copper mine for intravenous drip.

On another occasion, the army worked at Urumqi airport, and I accompanied my comrade-in-arms teacher Chen to the hospital for a physical examination. At noon, I bought a canned braised pork and prepared to mend it for him. I found a dumpling shop and asked the boss to cut canned pork. After a while, the boss rushed out of the backyard angrily and threw our canned pork out. It turned out to be a Muslim restaurant. Under the glare of the boss, we both ate some jiaozi in fear and ran away, even though he didn't dare to buy sweet wine.

Nowadays, people seldom eat canned food, and businesses are changing their ways to improve packaging. I still want to buy it occasionally, but I eat less. Sometimes putting it there may be a habit, an attitude, but it is actually a feeling and a way of remembering.