镜子里面有个我,我的脑后梳着两只滑稽小辫子,T恤的下面穿着昨天买的PL裙子,颤颤巍巍地登着那双足有十公分高的鞋子。我努力挺直了腰,目不斜视,耐着性子,僵硬地转着身体,让姐姐可以全方面地“欣赏”。其实她哪里在欣赏,明摆着就是一副惨不忍睹的样子。姐姐试探地小声说:“可能化点妆会比较好一点哦……” In the mirror there was me. Behind my head were two funny little pigtails. Underneath the T-shirt I wore the PL skirt I had bought yesterday. She was trembling in the shoes with ten centimeters high. I tried my best to straighten my waist, looking at my eyes, being patient, and turning my body stiffly, so that my sister could “appreciate” her in all aspects. In fact, where she is admiring, it is clearly a terrible look. The sister whispered, tentatively, and said: “Maybe it will be a bit better to use makeup...”