一十三岁那年,我的个头猛得一蹿,出落成亭亭玉立的少女,对美有了朦胧的向往。那时家里条件不好,衣服都是妈妈亲手缝制的。新衣裳穿不了几个月,就有些短了。妈妈便找来蓝的、灰的布条,在袖口或下摆处接上一段。有一天,班里转来一位女生,见到她时,我眼前一亮。她穿了件粉色的连衣裙,裙裾处缀着闪闪的亮片。因为这条裙子,她显得那么出众,像朵盛开的喇叭花。 At the age of thirteen, my head was so fierce that I became a slim girl and had a vague yearning for the United States. At home when the conditions are not good, my clothes are hand-sewn mother. New clothes can not wear a few months, some short. Mother will find the blue, gray cloth, in the cuffs or hem at the connection. One day, a girl was turned in her class and when I saw her, I was very bright. She wore a pink dress with glittering sequins. Because of this dress, she looks so outstanding, like a flower in full bloom.