“唉,又梳下一根白头发,人老了,不中用了。”我坐在床上看着电视,听妈妈在床边唠叨着每天必说的台词,眉头不觉蹙起。“闺女,女儿,过来替妈妈拨一下白头发。”我不禁挑了挑眉,果然又是这句台词。我默默地盘算着是当没听到还是像往常般偷溜出去。床边的声音又一次传来,这一次带上了几分恳切。“占不了你多少时间,就几根,几根!”像是怕我不相信,妈妈把脸也调了过来,再一次重申她的“命令”。不知怎地,一把火由胸口烧到了脑子,我蓦地站 “Well, comb a white hair, old people, useless. ” I sat watching TV on the bed, listening to my mother nibbling at the bed every day must say the lines, frowning up . “Daughter, daughter, come for mothers dial white hair.” “I can not help but pick the eyebrow, and sure enough is the line. I silently figured out when I did not hear or sneaked out as usual. The sound of the bedside came again, this time bring a bit sincere. ”Can not take up how much time you, a few, a few!“ ”Like I’m afraid I do not believe, my mother also transferred over the face, once again reiterated her “ command ”. Somehow, a fire burned his head from the chest, I stand in silence