不知有多少次,我曾专注地看着母亲出门前梳妆打扮的过程:在淡泊中精心收拾着得体的衣着,花费大量时间在镜子前专注于自己的妆扮,目光由整个脸部最后集中到眼角的皱纹。岁月无情,少女时代光洁的额头已黯然失色,容颜上无可奈何地布满了细小的皱纹。镜子里怎么也找不出珍藏的旧照片中那妩媚的风韵。母亲年轻时曾有着一副姣好的面容,只是由于时代的原因,她的美丽总被举国上下清一色的灰黑蓝所压抑所掩盖。结婚以后又为琐碎的家务、子女、事业所拖累,加上经济的拮据,母亲一直舍不得为自己买件像样的衣服或护肤用品。但爱美的母亲在操劳之余还总忘不了将自己打扮得清清爽爽。我清楚地记得当第一缕皱纹爬上母亲的眼角时,她 I do not know how many times, I have focused on looking at her mother went out dressing before the process: in indifferent carefully packed decent clothing, spending a lot of time in the mirror before focusing on their own makeup, the eyes focused from the entire face finally Eye wrinkles. Years of relentless, young girl era forehead has been eclipsed, the face was helplessly covered with small wrinkles. How can not find the mirror in the collection of old photographs that charming charm. When she was young, she had a beautiful face, but her beauty was always overshadowed by the dark, blue, and blue of the whole country because of the times. After getting married and for trivial housework, children, career dragged down, coupled with economic constraints, the mother has been reluctant to buy for himself a decent clothes or skin care products. However, the beauty of the mother, while working hard, always forget her cool and fresh. I remember vividly when she got her first wrinkle as she climbed into the corner of her mother’s eye