一直很喜欢看那些别致的发髻,总感觉能用一方青丝编成如此景致是一番很奇妙的事情。素手翻飞,披肩长发化为云帛,轻轻一系、一别,那轻柔、飘逸便喷薄而出了。曾几何时,我也喜欢拿着母亲的长发细细梳理,学着大人模样编织成不同的发辫。母亲的头发总是又柔又顺,宛若一块上好的锦缎。每每照镜子时,我总会很不平衡地揪着自己的齐耳短发,希望它快快长长。那一年,我八岁。我拉着母亲去剪发,愣是要母亲把那一头长发剪成和我一样的短发,可却在剪刀收 Has always been like to see those chic bun, always feel able to use one side of the knit into such a view is a very wonderful thing. Suffer hands fly, shawl hair into clouds silk, gently a series, a do not, it is gentle, elegant, it will be gushing out. Once upon a time, I also like to take my mother’s hair thin comb, learn to look like adult braids into different braids. Mother’s hair is always soft and smooth, just like a good damask. When I look in the mirror, I always pull my short hair very unevenly, hoping it grows fast. That year, I was eight years old. I took my mother to the haircut, stunned to the mother cut that long hair like me, the short hair, but can scissors received