When remembering the life we lived in the countryside at our young age，we felt toilsome and weary.
At that time，our favorite food is apple. Maybe our father was reluctant to buy an apple because of the big size of the apple. One day，father finally bought us an apple after he went to TaiBei on business.
After peeling the apple，father cut it into five equal pieces and gave each of us ａ small piece.
Ah，it was so thin and small. But we could not complain about it too much. Meanwhile，our father found the feeling expressed on our face，and was going to say something，but saying nothing eventually. Instead，father could not help but sighed deeply.
Twenty years went by，I am also ａ mother now. I start to understand the situation which our father met at that time. Recalling the thing that an apple was divided into five pieces，each child had ａ small piece，but we children thought it was so gauzy and diminutive，not considering our father and mother did not taste the apple that was so small and thin in our children’s mind.
If we asked our father to cut the apple into seven average pieces and requested our parents to taste one，and then how beautiful and sweety reminiscence it was.
