翻开相册,年轻时的妈妈是那么光彩照人,嫩豆腐般的脸蛋是那么滋润,一双清泉般有神的眼睛,更显她的活力。现在的她终年操劳,容貌早已大不如前,唯有那头乌黑飘逸的长发始终不变地展现着妈妈那独有的气质。那一次,我腻在妈妈的身边,拨弄着她的长发,无意中发现了一条白线,便踮起脚尖,努力伸手将它捏住。天哪,它竟是一根白头发! Open the album, young mother is so brilliant, tender bean curd-like face is so moist, a pair of springs like God’s eyes, even more of her vitality. Now she worked hard all year round, looks long before the big, only the long, elegant black hair always unchanging to show the unique temperament of her mother. That time, I am tired of her mother, fiddling with her long hair, accidentally found a white line, then tiptoe, try to reach out and pinch it. God, it is actually a white hair!