Black braids
2010-11-3 18:05:46 by ← → arrow keys to flip Editor's note: my mother old, gray hair, though can be black, however, never came back after all the youth. Mother's black braids, was so tender, love is in the thousands of hair - the author of this writing, I think his son was young, my hair was silky ah rub rub in the face of, say, Mom, so comfortable! The article's mother, sold the long braids, perhaps, only for it to support their family. Braids gone, but never in the family, the mother of beauty will never fade. Asked the author is good! Grow up, I had not really pay attention to her mother's hair. Each home, I always find time to chat to accompany her mother, living in a happy thing, worry about a thing, I listen carefully. Mentioned happy place, I will see my mother's face with a beautiful blooming flowers. Speaking of dilemma, I will see my mother frowning like a pool to ripple the Autumn. Is not to be concerned over from her mother's hair, because the natural order of life, told me, no matter how shiny black hair can not withstand years of washing mill. Mom is no exception, as the years went by, her hair color had faded the young, which do not need to see. And my mother is now busy job, no time to carefully comb the hair, messy and sometimes explicit, this is not worth to see. Until a casual chat, just let me see the true intentions of her mother's that had been disseminated weathered hair. Summer, I took him home to spend a few days. Her mother, as usual, after dinner, we will be busy to shop sheets, take bedding. I also play along the side. All ready, mother and daughter sat down beside the bed chatting about the day. Things from home, talk to the brother of the lock case, talk to you to her brother's situation. dyed his hair. Tell the truth, go home for so long, I really did not notice her mother's hair changes. I followed her gesture look at the past, hair a little messy, but it did not affect the color, the lights occasionally flashed a circle halo. My mother gently places to go before the management of several lock of hair and Suddenly, a white hair into my eyes,
Silent silent _6258,
burberry outlet, it is in the dyeing process,
Experience winning _10579, Looked at the root hair, I can not help lamenting the years of relentless,
- Cedar _11314, weathered fierce, they quietly to her mother's black hair turned white hair. Hair, white hair on only in the I watched, I can not help Yankuangshirun, I think of my mother when they were young the other end of pure natural flowing black hair. In my memory, my mother was young and beautiful. Oval face, eyelid. In particular that a black shiny hair, cascades down to the waist, to inspire envy. At that time, my mother liked to braid into two long braids, natural ride in the back, walking, right-left pendulum pendulum, and sway in the wind like two willow. In the hot summer, my mother would put long braids staggered overlap, in the back plate into a flower. At that time, my mother's hand is very clever, always a day combing their hair very neatly. I remember my brother hour, every knock back until Mom and Dad, he always will rely on her mother's arms, hands Nienong his mother's braids. His mother would take advantage of not looking, with thick braids in his real face Cengceng. Brother will be crisp gurgling laughter, as the breeze floating off in the mountains. It was a warm picture, it was a pleasant melody. That is our happy childhood, that is our sweet memories! May one day, her mother's long braids gone. That was in April harvest, golden wheat in the sun joyful smile. I came home from school and saw the mother is busy heap wheat. She leaned over, picked up the wheat, in that moment, I suddenly found my mother's braids gone, where they stood blankly. Mom also catch a glimpse of me, turned around, smiled and said: cut it. But until now, my mother no longer the head grow long hair so black. Later, I learned that my mother can not stand the temptation to buy a fat person, and finally to thirty dollars selling price of their hair. $ 30 bought a long black mother of two thick braids; $ 30 are also never bought a thing of the past of the beautiful young mother. Later, study, work, marriage, children, and they gradually forget her mother's long braids. With the growth of age, mother's face covered with wrinkles, weathered white mother of black hair dye. Mother seems to have become a Her memory is less than the original well, sometimes busy he forgot the comb. Even combing, just a simple random comb or two will settle the matter,
mbt espa?a, no previous detailed and beautiful. I look back through the years, watching the mother, gently put aside her forehead hair, just like a blooming chrysanthemum in autumn. Mom,
Burberry pas cher, I think holding your face gently, gently stroking I think your wrinkles, I think the feeling of your hair gently, tell you: The long black braids flying in my heart forever! you my heart is still so young, still so beautiful! on one: at home with my next one: have your winter, not cold
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