那年,窗边,半开的水仙于微风中轻轻摇曳。逆着光的青葱绿叶摆弄着身姿,一副欢愉的姿态。窗前,床边,她的目光温润如玉,拂过半开的水仙与年幼的我。眼波流转之间,窗外的冬雪似乎也在母亲眼中化开。伸手轻触我的发丝,一根根粗短又硬挣,母亲却不嫌扎手,依旧一脸笑意。“你和你父亲长得真像。”不响亮,却很细腻的声音。父亲从门外拿着相机走入,温柔地看着母亲与我,说,阳光这么好,我来给你们合个影吧,就 That year, the daffodils half open, swaying gently in the breeze. Against the light green leaves play with the posture, a happy gesture. Window, the bedside, her eyes moist jade, breeze half daffodils and young me. Swing between the eyes, winter snow outside the window seems to also open in the eyes of his mother. Hand touch my hair, a stubby hard earned, the mother did not hold his hand, still a smile. “You and your father look real. ” Not loud, but very delicate voice. My father came in with a camera from outside the door and looked at her mother gently with me, saying that the sun is so good that I'll give you a movie