曾经有一段时间,我格外喜欢做蝴蝶结。午后的阳光是一个个调皮的小精灵,在树梢上,在窗棂间,嬉笑打闹。我静静地坐在桌前做蝴蝶结,精心搭配布带的颜色,平平一折,细细一叠,紧紧一扎,轻轻一翻,双手在这光影中来回穿梭,像在编织一个个美丽的梦。妈妈笑着坐在一旁。我一天天长大,渐渐喜欢上删繁从简的生活,将蝴蝶结抛在一旁。妈妈总是苦口婆心地劝我:“女孩子呀,打扮打扮更漂亮。”“知道了!”我不耐烦地走进了房间, There was a time when I especially liked bowing. Afternoon sunshine is a naughty elf, in the treetops, between the windows and doors, laughing slapstick. I sat quietly at the table bow, carefully with the color of the cloth, a flat, thin, stacked, tightly, gently flip, hands in the light and shade back and forth, like in the weaving one beautiful dream. Mom smiled and sat aside. Growing up day by day, I gradually like the simple life of the cut, the bow aside. Mom always earnestly advised me: “Girl Yeah, dressed and dressed more beautiful. ” “Know! ” I impatiently walked into the room,