望着镜子中的我,十二岁了,脸上没有了稚气与童真,却多了一份成熟与责任。十二岁的天空,有阳光、有阴雨,纯净,没有一丝杂气。十二岁的天空,阳光温暖,闪现青春的喜悦。妈妈告诉我,六岁时我们搬家,一脸喜悦的我望着卫生间桔色的镜子犯了愁,眨着天真的大眼睛告诉妈妈:“镜子挺好看的,就是装得太高了,我看不见。”如今,接近一米六的我都快有镜子高了,再也不用拽着妈妈的衣角,而是可以哥 Looking at me in the mirror, at the age of twelve, with no childlike innocence and innocence on his face, he is more mature and responsible. The twelve-year-old sky, sunshine, rainy, pure, without a trace of gas. Twelve-year-old sky, the sun is warm, flashing the joy of youth. My mother told me that when we were six years old, we moved, with a look of joy. I looked at the bathroom orange mirror guilty of worry, winking naive big eyes to tell my mother: “mirror looks good, is pretending too high, I I can not see it. ”Nowadays, nearly a meter six I almost have a mirror high, no longer pulling the mom’s clothes, but can brother