In the eyes of Westerners, white represents purity, integrity and elegance, such as angel wings, clean snow, fresh milk, and holy lilies. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 However, contrary to them, the Chinese believe that white is the color of mourning, usually associated with fear and sorrow, and is the color of mourning for death.

I had a long white dream.

The dream is full of white yarn and white linen, and it is also cold and ruthless.

In my dream, I was clearly aware that I was attending a funeral, and that the person who had passed away had the closest relationship with me. Everyone in my dream was offering me condolences, even though their faces were all blurred.

I was scared and helpless, and I knew I had lost something important. And the most painful thing for me is that I even know that I am in a dream. I desperately tried to wake up from the dream, I thought it was just a nightmare, and when I woke up, everything would be fine. But no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't do it. I can't! I just felt cold all over me, so cold that I couldn't help but shiver. I remember crying, my tears falling on the white linen cloth one by one.

Then, I vaguely heard a man's voice: "It's okay, it's okay......" The voice was so close, so kind, as if it was familiar. In a trance, it seemed that a tall figure approached, leaned over to observe me, gently helped me cover the quilt, and touched my forehead. His hands were dry, warm, and had a familiar aura.

What I lost seemed to be back in an instant.

I had a little refreshment. I pressed my face to the other hand to get some more heat. The hand paused, then hesitantly stroked the side of my face.

He wiped tears from my face.

I muttered thanks, maybe not really speaking, just thinking about it. Then, before I knew it, I was falling asleep again.

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When I woke up again, I found myself in a white world, white as far as the eye could see. White walls and ceilings, white sheets and pillows, and a little girl in a white nurse's uniform napping at the bedside.

I shuddered when I remembered the scene in my dream just now.

My mind went blank for a moment, and then all kinds of scenes, all kinds of images, flooded into my brain, and I felt dizzy and confused.

My heart beat faster and my breathing quickened. The instrument hanging on my body made a "beep" alarm sound. The little nurse beside her woke up with a spirit. She looked at the machine, checked my pulse again, and injected a syringe into the dropping potion hanging from my arm.

That's when I realized I was in the hospital.

Why am I in the hospital? What's wrong with me? I'm completely confused. But, before I had time to think about it, my heart slowed down, and the vague white of the ceiling in front of me pressed down and pressed down on my eyes. I gradually fell back into sleepiness.

I'm tired, I need to sleep, preferably never to wake up again. A voice in my heart said.

But suddenly, a conversation between a strange man and a nurse broke into my ears, and I felt an inexplicable emotion in my heart.

"Isn't she awake yet?"

"Her indicators are too erratic and she has tachycardia. It must have been too stimulated...... I just injected her with a tranquilizer. ”

"Take good care of her. The drug is used for medication, and the treatment is treated. Don't worry about anything you need, just mention it. ”

"Sir, don't worry, I will take good care of this young lady."

I wondered who this man who was talking, and his voice was so kind, so gentle. I wanted to open my eyes and look at him, but I was so sleepy that my eyelids were so heavy that I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers. I had to comfort myself in my heart: when I wake up, when I wake up, I will be able to see him, I will know who he is.

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I woke up again, and it was in the afternoon.

I saw the sun slanting into the room, shining on the white quilt that covered me. It was a single room, simple, clean, spotlessly clean and the smell of disinfectant was in the air.

I don't know when I changed my clothes into a blue hospital gown. I moved my hands and feet, and although I didn't have much strength, I was able to move my limbs. I gritted my teeth, propped my arms on the bed, and struggled to sit up. It's just that I've been lying down for too long, just like this, it's dark in front of my eyes, and I almost lie down again.

"How are you moving?" A young man happened to walk into the ward, saw me get up, quickly put down the things in his hand, and came over to support me: "The doctor doesn't seem to have told you to get up yet." ”

I glared at the man in front of me. This man I knew, the same guy I had met in the hospital, and he had a shoulder injury at the time. At this moment, the bandages on his shoulders have been removed, and he has been replaced with a neat tunic, which is the most common dress for young students nowadays. The hair was also neatly combed, not as messy as last time, and was beaten into locks of sweat. At this moment, he has a smile with Hexi, and Bai Shengsheng's face is full of youthful vitality, I'm afraid anyone will be happy when they see such a face.

But I won't.

When I saw him, I thought of that terrible day, Father, my father was gone, was that yesterday, or a century ago? The pain to the bone was alive, eating away at my heart.

I think it was the look I looked that scared him. He leaned in to observe me, and the smile on his face disappeared: "How are you?" Do you want me to call a doctor? ”

I shook my head feebly. What is the use of a doctor? Who has the ability to bring the dead back to life? Either way, I can only accept the fact that my father is indeed gone! This is true in dreams, and even more so in reality.

"I know that the pain of losing a loved one is something that no one can comfort, and I don't know what to say to you." His clear voice was full of sympathy: "However, you still have to look forward. You're so young, I think your father, no matter where he is, he wants you to live well. He brought a bouquet of roses, half shy, half encouraging, and handed it to me: "You see, how beautiful this flower is. My sister said that Westerners believe that roses represent cherishment and blessings. This flower is given to you, I hope you can be brave and strong! ”

I looked at the bouquet of red in my arms in a daze, unable to speak. The fragrant fragrance of flowers diluted the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the flowers bloomed intensely and vigorously, and in this white room, it really steamed out a kind of beauty.