头发
我们家里每个人的头发都不一样。爸爸的头发像扫把,根根直立往上插。而我,我的头发挺懒惰。它从来不听发夹和发带的话。卡洛斯的头发又直又厚。他不用梳头。蕾妮的头发滑滑的——会从你手里溜走。还有奇奇,他最小,茸茸的头发像毛皮。
只有妈妈的头发,妈妈的头发,好像一朵朵小小的玫瑰花结,一枚枚小小的糖果圈儿,全都那么拳曲,那么漂亮,因为她成天给它们上发卷。把鼻子伸进去闻一闻吧,当她搂着你时。当她搂着你时,你觉得那么安全,闻到的气味又那么香甜。是那种待烤的面包暖暖的香味,是那种她给你让出一角被窝时,和着体温散发的芬芳。你睡在她身旁,外面下着雨,爸爸打着鼾。哦,鼾声、雨声,还有妈妈那闻起来像面包的头发。
hairs
Everybody in our family never obeys barrettes or bands. Carlos raig need to comb it. Nennys of your , has hair like fur.
But my mottle rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because s in pincurls all day, s to put your nose into ill side falling and Papa snoring. t smells like bread.