那天,当我陪着母亲买帽子试戴的那一瞬,我看见了母亲满头的白发,顿时心里酸酸的。记忆里母亲的头发是乌黑的,儿时的我,在暖洋洋的阳光撞破窗户的清晨总爱从床上将母亲偷偷抱住,将脸埋进母亲乌黑的头发里,那时我才会大口地呼吸。而母亲总是温柔地一侧脸,将那长发垂下,变成网,网住我的整个童年的幸福。是什么染白了母亲的头发,使她原本的青春年华不再,却拿来一头白发银丝装扮自己?她本该像其他老人一样享受着子孙绕膝的天伦之乐。可是我们姐弟几个都 That day, when I was wearing a hat with my mother to try on that moment, I saw his mother’s white hair, suddenly sour. Memory of the mother’s hair is black, a child of my childhood, in the warm sun crashed through the window of the morning always love my mother secretly hugged from the bed, his face buried in the mother’s dark hair, then I will be big mouth Breathe The mother always gentle side of the face, that long hair drooped, into a net, net live my whole childhood happiness. What dyed his mother’s hair, so that her original youth no longer, but brought a white hair silver dress themselves? She should enjoy the same grandchildren as other old people around the grandchildren. But we have a few siblings