谈起母亲,她似乎平凡到让我想不出有任何特别之处。可无意之间翻起昔日的相册来,望着照片中站在西湖旁的那个长发飘逸的女子——年轻时的母亲,不禁看得呆住了。长发——母亲的长发,这就是让我看呆的原因。看着曾经的母亲,我也想到了当年的自己。以前我曾有过一头长发。根根的长发记录着往日的故事。小学六年中,当班里别的女生清一色马尾辫不变时,我的发型却不断处于变化之中。在别人眼中颇费工夫的两个编着麻花的羊角辫,竟是我最为寻常的发型。每到周末,我似乎总得有一 When it comes to mother, she seems so ordinary that I can not think of anything special. Can inadvertently turn over the old album, looking at the photos standing in the West Lake next to the elegant woman - a young mother, can not help but look dumbfounded. Long hair - mother’s long hair, this is why I look at stay. Looked at the mother, I also thought of myself. I used to have long hair before. The roots of long hair records the story of the past. Six years in primary school, when the other girls in the class are all the same, my hairstyle is constantly changing. In the eyes of others, two twine braided braid, actually my most unusual hairstyle. Every weekend, I always seem to have one