她爱美。她懂得美。“我来替你梳,我最喜欢设计发型了!”——一声热切的提议,会让你情不自禁地向她那双明澈的眸子投去含笑的一瞥。随即,充满信任地将头发交给她“玩”上一会儿。……那常在琴键上欢快跳动的纤柔手指,从我细长的发丝上轻轻滑过……凭借小圆镜的反射,我有些出神地凝望着她。——嗯……她又那么蹙起了眉。那个晚霞灿烂的黄昏里,我们身着游泳衣途经水库边一棵古树旁时,她就这么微微地蹙起了 She is beautiful. She knows beauty. “I’ll do it for you, my favorite design hairstyle!” - An eager offer that will make you unforgivably cast a glimpse of glee on her pair of clear eyes. Immediately, trust her hair to her “play ” for a while. Often, the soft-beamed fingers that fluttered joyously over the keys glided gently over my slender hair ... I stared at her with disdain for the reflections of my little mirror. - Um ... She frowns again. That brilliant twilight of the sunset, we dressed in a swimsuit by the side of the reservoir near an ancient tree, she so slightly raised