这把躺在书桌上的蓝色梳子,从我小时候就已跟随我了。它,承载了家人对我满满的爱。每天清晨,老妈都会拿着梳子给我梳头。她的动作十分娴熟,就像一个魔术师,三下五除二就能让我凌乱不堪的头发变得整整齐齐。但谁都不会想到,我的爸爸也为我梳过头。一次,妈妈出差,出差前她千叮咛万嘱咐爸爸一定给我梳好头发,还当场教了不少方法。但这又岂是几句话就能说明白的呢。老妈走后的第一天早晨,老爸开始给 This blue comb lying on my desk has followed me since I was a kid. It carries the family full of love for me. Every morning, Mom will give me hair with a comb. Her action is very skilled, like a magician, three times five can make my messy hair become neat and tidy. But no one would think of it, my father also combed too much for me. Once, my mother was on a business trip, and before she was excused, he asked my father to give me a good hair and told me many ways on the spot. But how many words can explain this? The first day after Mom left, Dad started to give