夜里,父亲教我背唐诗“:春眠不觉晓,处处闻啼鸟。夜来风雨声,花落知多少?”念毕,我聆听外面忽儿紧忽儿缓的春雨,疑惑不解,问道:“爸,明天一早,可以串柿子花吧?”父亲笑而不答。天明,我早早地起了床,到屋外的柿子树下一看,地上落满了黄里泛白、白里透黄的柿花,像是昨夜下了一地 Night, my father taught me to recite the Tang poetry “: Spring sleep do not know Xiao, everywhere smell the birds. Night rain and wind, flowers know how much?” Read finished, I listen to the sudden turn of the rain suddenly ignored, puzzled, asked : “Dad, tomorrow morning, you can string persimmon flowers?” My father laughed but did not answer. Dawn, I got up early bed, look outside the persimmon tree, the ground covered with yellow white, white and yellow persimmon, like last night under the ground