一只有点陈旧的木盒子里装着一颗红红的雨花石,这就是我今年要送给孩子的“六一”礼物。说起这一颗雨花石,却有着不寻常的来历。依稀记得解放后的第一个“六一”儿童节,当我还只有五岁的时候,妈妈带着我来到雨花台旁一片寂静的树林里。妈妈用双手拨开乱草,只见乱草丛里露出一座坟堆。妈妈把带来的一束鲜花放在坟前,深深地鞠了一躬。妈妈告诉我,就在这里埋葬着我们敬爱的周叔叔。周叔叔和妈妈是战友,我刚出生不久,周 A little old wooden box with a red stone, this is my “June 1” gift to my children this year. Speaking of a stone, but has an unusual origin. Vaguely remember the first “June 1” Children’s Day after liberation, and when I was only 5 years old, my mother took me to a quiet woods beside Yuhuatai. My mother plowed aside grass with both hands, saw a messy burial mound exposed. Mom placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave and bowed deeply. Mom told me, here buried our beloved uncle Zhou. Uncle Zhou and his mother are comrades in arms, I was born soon, Zhou