我家有一个铝制的饭盒。1997年1月,我家动迁时,不少前来帮助我搬家的亲朋好友劝我把它卖给收破烂的,都被我拒绝了。因为它是爸爸留给我的唯一纪念。听母亲说,这个饭盒还是20世纪60年代初吃“低标准”时单位发票买的,小时候我给爸爸送饭就拎着它。那时爸爸年轻饭量大,再加上在铁路上当巡道工很是辛苦,每次给爸爸送饭时,都把我累得两只手不断地倒换着。而每一次送饭,饭盒里几乎无一例外地装满了用烂菜叶、白菜根或豆腐 My family has an aluminum lunchbox. In January 1997, when my family relocated, many of my friends and relatives who came to help me move me to persuade me to sell it to my spine were all rejected by me. Because it is the only memory my father left for me. Listen to the mother said that this lunch box or the early 1960s to eat “low standard ” when the unit invoice to buy, as a child I gave my father to carry the meal on it. At that time, my father had a large amount of appetite and was very hard working on the railway as a patrolling worker. Every time I gave my father a meal, I exhausted my two hands constantly. And every time to send meals, lunch boxes almost invariably filled with rotten leaves, cabbage root or tofu