I remember when I was not in primary school, one Saturday afternoon, I was alone at home and turned on the TV early. The legend of the white snake was playing. Xu Xian, a bookworm, met the white snake in the drizzle, and he was immediately shocked by the beauty of the white snake. You see that he is at a loss, his eyes are straight and he is stunned from ear to ear. Seriously, I was also shocked by the beauty of the white snake.
Then something came into my sight. It was my mother's cosmetic box. I'm going to put on makeup and compare it with him to see who is the most beautiful. So, I sat in front of the dresser and opened my mother's cosmetic box. Wow! How to wipe the bright and beautiful color blocks inside? I can't help it Draw a tiger according to the cat. Think about what the white lady looks like, and I'll put it on. First, I stood with a cotton dumpling, with a bright red rouge on my face. Suddenly. A "Dahongpao" radish appeared in the mirror. I looked left and right, looked up and down, but I always felt uncomfortable. I carefully put my mother's powder on my face and looked much better. Then I drew a word "two" on my mouth with my mother's lipstick and looked in the mirror, but I still felt a little uncomfortable. At this moment, the arch eyebrows of the white snake came to my mind. Ha ha! I'll try another "finishing touch". I can't find my mother's eyebrow pencil. My brow wrinkled and I was anxious. In a hurry, I simply picked up a small brush and a little ink, and drew two "ones" on my eyebrows with trepidation. Now remembering those two ones is like a caterpillar. I turned out my mother's jewelry without looking in the mirror and took it with me. This is a standard beauty! Ha ha!
I was so happy that I put on my mother's high heels and danced around the room! Jumping and jumping, a familiar footstep approached. I think my mother must have come back. I immediately put on a cool look and prepared to meet her. I blew her a kiss as soon as my mother came in. She was so scared that she almost jumped. I couldn't help laughing while covering my stomach. It was a long time before my mother came to her senses and said, "Oh, my God! I thought I was at the wrong door! "
My mother put down her bag and dragged me to the swimming pool. While washing, she said: "Children have a childlike beauty, just like our flowers, pure and natural." If you insist on doodling flowers, will they still be beautiful? When you grow up, shall I teach you how to make up? "
I looked down and smiled shyly.
In the later days, it became the laughing stock of the whole family. I still can't help laughing every time I think about it. It is like a beating note, adding a happy melody to my childhood music.