There is a gules album in my home, there are many old pictures in album, those who make my impression the deepest is mom's hair.
我家里有一本红色的相册，相册里有不少老照片，让我印象最深刻的是妈妈的头发。
Old before, mom is plunging into a high horsetail, there is green breath on the face, the hair is long long, black.
多年前，妈妈扎着一把高高的马尾，脸上洋溢着青春的气息，头发长长的、黑黑的。
In one's childhood, I often lean close in mom bosom. Her hair scatters on my face, sweet sweet, crawly.
小时候，我经常依偎在妈妈怀里。她的头发散落在我的脸上，香香的、痒痒的。
When falling ill, I bend over to go up in mom's back, hear anxious footstep only, composition her hair is soaked by sweat, wet wet, of hot heat.
生病时，我趴在妈妈的背上，只听见焦急的脚步声，作文她的头发被汗水浸透，湿湿的、热热的。
Later, I was brought up, I also wear a long hair. Just do not know from when to rise, mom's hair no longer smooth, become a little withered and yellow, appeared even filar silk white hair, lost before burnish.
后来，我长大了，我也留起一头长发。只是不知从什么时候起，妈妈的头发不再光滑，变得有些枯黄，甚至出现了丝丝白发，失去了以往的光泽。
Once, I ask mother: “ mom before you that where does Hei Youliang's hair go to? ” mom laughs, tender ground says: They grew “ to go up in your head! ”
有一次，我问妈妈：“妈妈你以前那又黑又亮的头发去哪里了？”妈妈笑了笑，温柔地说：“它们长在你的头上了！”(文/杨焱淇)