清晨,我推开窗子。风儿像妈妈的手抚摸我的脸颊,树叶像蝴蝶一样在空中翩翩起舞,太阳也露出笑脸迎接我。啊,早晨还是如此美丽。离开卧室,爱美的我以火箭般的速度飞向镜子。我轻轻掀起刘海,却发现几颗顽皮的痘痘竟在我的脸上打起架来,它们你争我抢,一心想着侵占更多的地盘。真讨厌,我噘着小嘴,急匆匆地跑进厨房找妈妈:“妈妈,快看,我又起水痘了。”我故意把脸凑过去,好让妈妈看清楚。 In the early morning, I opened the window. Wind like mother’s hand stroking my cheek, leaves dancing like a butterfly in the air, the sun also showed a smile to meet me. Ah, the morning is still so beautiful. I left the bedroom, beautiful, I rocket-like speed to the mirror. I gently set off the bangs, but found a few naughty acne went so far as to fight in my face, they compete for you grab, bent on the occupation of more sites. Really annoying, I pissing, hurried ran into the kitchen looking for her mother: “Mom, look, I have chickenpox again. ” I deliberately lean over in the past, so that my mother can see clearly.