素洁、冷艳的花瓣像柳叶一样舒展着,长长的花蕊如同白蛇的信子,不断地蔓延、扩展、蜷曲,悄无声息地,一点点地包裹了他的身体,攫取了他的魂灵。“啊!”他大叫一声,从梦中惊醒,一身冷汗。怎么回事?他拍着脑袋想了一阵:哦,明天是父亲的忌日,这种花儿在父亲的墓碑前出现过,一大束,不知谁送的。那是去年父亲安葬后的清明节,他去墓地祭祀,就看到墓碑前多了这种洁白的花儿。父亲的身世他并不知道,也没有人愿意告诉他。他问过父亲,父亲只是用手摸摸他的小 Suanjie, glamorous petals like the Willow stretch, long flower as the White Snake’s letter, continue to spread, expand, curl, quietly, a little bit wrapped his body, grabbed his soul. “Ah!” He shouted, awakened from a dream, a cold sweat. What happened? He patted his head for a while: Oh, tomorrow is the father’s fate, this flower appeared in front of his father’s tombstone, a large bundle, I do not know who sent. That was the Ching Ming Festival after the father’s funeral last year. When he went to the graveyard for worship, he saw the white flowers in front of the tombstone. He did not know his father’s life experience, nor did anyone want to tell him. He asked his father, his father just touched his little hand