一直喜欢白衬衫,干净,剔透,像是对青春的某种隐喻,却又舍不得穿。那年,我路过校门旁的一家专卖店,一眼就看中挂在高处的白衬衫,只是价格有点贵,但心里着实喜欢,便一咬牙买了下来。这件衣服,我只在春秋时节穿。时间一长,污渍便印在上面,不那么好洗。每每穿过,妈妈都会亲手用肥皂一遍遍地洗。 Always like a white shirt, clean, clear, like a metaphor for youth, but reluctant to wear. That year, I passed a store next to the school gate, a fancy white shirt hung on the height, but the price a bit expensive, but my heart really like, then bought a bite down. This dress, I only wear in the Spring and Autumn Period. Over time, stains will be printed on top, not so good to wash. Whenever through, my mother will wash it over and over again with soap.