被阿婆拉到了坐到椅上,将发绳摘下,昏黄的光迎面过来,温润的。青丝一缕缕地垂下,在铜镜中显得格外柔和。我一动不动地瞧着镜中的我。小小的眉眼,小小的唇,眸中尽数是天真纯粹的欢愉,嘴角扬成桃花的潋滟,仿佛藏了蜜,馨香快要荡漾着四散。阿婆也是一脸幸福,粗糙的指尖在我的发间穿梭,尽是温柔,要将那根根青丝捂化了去。我皱皱鼻,享受着这许久不曾感受到的爱抚,却又担心这一切会在一瞬间消失。 Granny arrived by the chair, the hair rope off, the dim light came in, gentle. Strands of black silk hanging down, in the bronze mirror is particularly soft. I looked at the mirror as I moved. Small facial features, small lips, all eyes are naive pure pleasure, mouth pops into peach blossom, as if hiding honey, fragrance is about to disperse. Grandma is also a look of happiness, rough fingertips in my hair shuttle, is gentle, to be the roots of the black silk cover to go. I wrinkled my nose and enjoyed the caress I had not felt for so long, but I worried that it would disappear for an instant.