妈妈在阁楼上收拾旧衣,不经意却翻出了一条裙子。这裙子已有些年头了,略微有几分褪色,上面落上了一层薄灰。深蓝色的底,上面绣着花,做工很是精致,颇有几分古色古香的味道。妈妈轻轻摩挲着裙摆,似怀念似惋惜地说道:“这可是我年轻时的衣服呢,那时我也苗条,只是现在怕是穿不上了。”妈妈的确是老了,发上已有了些许白丝,脸上有了细细的皱纹,岁月沧桑。记忆中的妈妈,一直是一副中年妇女的模样。可我透过这条裙子,忽而瞥见了妈妈的青 Mom in the attic to clean up the old clothes, but accidentally turned out a skirt. This skirt has been a few years old, slightly faded, fell a thin layer of gray above. Dark blue bottom, embroidered with flowers, workmanship is very delicate, quite a bit of antique taste. Mom gently massage the skirt, it seems regrettable to say: “This is when I was young clothes, then I was slim, but now I’m afraid to wear it.” "Mom is really old, hair There has been a little white silk, his face with thin wrinkles, years vicissitudes of life. The memory of the mother, has always been a middle-aged woman’s appearance. But I through this skirt, suddenly caught a glimpse of mother’s youth