红布包我一直珍藏着母亲临终时留给我的那个红布包。多少年来,每当生活遇到困难时,她给我以力量;每当工作遇到波折时,她给我以智慧和勇气,小小的布包始终伴随我人生的步履。红布包是母亲留给我的惟一的遗物,长不足5厘米,宽约3厘米,用红线缠着,极普通。岁月悠悠,当初那鲜红的颜色已经褪旧了。母亲去世时,我还是一名军人,在远隔千里之遥的部队工作,是未婚妻代我在母亲弥留之际陪伴着老人。那一刻,母亲握着未 Red Cloth Bag I have always cherished the red cloth bag left to me by my mother’s death. She has given me strength whenever my life encounters difficulties, and she gives me wisdom and courage whenever my work encounters twists and turns. Little cloth always accompanies my life. Red cloth bag is my mother left me the only relic, less than 5 cm long, 3 cm wide, wrapped in red thread, very ordinary. Years long, when the bright red color has faded. When my mother died, I was still a soldier, working for the troops a thousand miles away, because my fiancé was accompanied by the elderly on the occasion of my mother’s dying. At that moment, the mother held it