我常常在星空下,在睡梦中,回想那一缕长发从我手上飘落的情景,那么轻柔,那光滑的触感,仿佛还在指尖萦绕。我的头发曾经很短,别人对我的印象,是一个假小子。在很小的时候,我常常羡慕别的女孩儿拥有一头或及腰或披肩的长发。我央求妈妈,让我蓄长发。现在想起来,妈妈那时定是极不情愿却又拗不过我才同意的。 I often fall asleep under the starry sky, recalling the long hair falling from my hand, so gentle, smooth touch, as if still fingertips linger. My hair used to be very short, someone else’s impression of me is a tomboy. At an early age, I often envy other girls with long hair with a waist or shawl. I begged my mother, let me keep long hair. Now I think of it, my mother was reluctant at that time but I could not agree.