一日,妈妈脸上泛着红晕,讪讪地说:“女儿,妈妈……想……染发。”“染发?”惊呆了的我瞪大了眼睛打量着妈妈的头发:黑发中夹杂着很多银丝,软弱无力地瘫在妈妈头上,发梢稍稍卷起,倦意隐隐。“哎,我连染发的材料都准备好了,我这就去拿。”妈妈兴致勃勃 One day, my mother blush on his face, shyly said: “daughter, mom ... want to ... hair dye.” “Stained?” Stunned I looked at her mother’s hair: black Hair mixed with a lot of silver, weakness paralyzed in the mother’s head, hair slightly rolled up, tired of faint. “Hey, I even got the material for the hair ready, and I’ll get it.”