12条长裙窗子朝西,午后明艳艳的阳光洒进来,落在地板沙发木桌上。她抱个枕头偎在沙发里小睡,自然醒来,伸个懒腰,揉揉眼睛,继续手中活计。细针,长线,随她纤细指尖上下翻飞。太阳静静西沉,静得能听见自己的心语和针线游走声。寂静中,她手中的湛蓝色薄棉布,成了一条飘逸长裙。闭上眼睛歇息片刻,更换了针线,她开始精心刺绣。当夕阳抛下最后一抹金辉,一只鹅黄色蝴蝶,舒展双翅飞舞在湛蓝天空中。长裙是缝给自己26岁生日的礼物。呜呜呜,桌上手机炸雷般轰鸣,心一颤,针尖刺破了指尖,血嗖地飙 Twelve long skirts window west, bright afternoon sun sprinkled in, fall on the wooden floor table sofa. She hugged a pillow snuggled in the sofa napping, naturally woke up, stretched out, rubbed his eyes and continue to live in hand. Fine needles, long lines, with her thin fingertips fly up and down. The sun is quiet and quiet, still able to hear his own words and needlework. Silence, her hands blue cotton, became a elegant dress. Close your eyes and rest for a while, changing the needlework, she began carefully embroidered. When the sunset thrown the last touch of Jinhui, a goose-yellow butterfly, stretch wings flying in the blue sky. The dress is a gift that is sewn to her 26th birthday. Woo woo, thunder on the table like a thunderstruck mobile phone, heart Yiyi, pointed tip punctured the blood whistled soared