幼年家贫,吃第一颗糖好像是过年之时。爸爸去城里的亲戚家做客,揣回来几粒糖。我剥开糖纸,小心地放进嘴里。啊,只是一粒普通的水果糖,却轰然打开了味蕾中甜的那部分,从此再也无法关上。两年后,路边的小商店里开始有了糖的踪影,它们被搁在铁罐里,放在高高的货架上,像骄傲的公主。我有位发小,吃糖有诀窍,口中含上一分钟后,便拿出来, Childhood poverty, eating the first sugar seems to be the Chinese New Year. Dad went to the city’s relatives guest, recapture a few grains of sugar. I peeled the candy and carefully put it in my mouth. Ah, just an ordinary fructose, but it opened the sweet taste of the bud that part, never again can not be closed. Two years later, traces of sugar began to appear in small shops on the roadside. They were placed in cans on high shelves like pridesses. I have a small hair, sugar tips, mouth containing a minute later, they took it out,