Those skirts stained with fireworks

I am likes skirts, which are stubborn, for no reason, lonely and sad. I don’t know what kind of love I have between myself and my skirt. She wrapped me and gave me a feeling of flexibility, elegance, leisure, comfort and charm; or did my body give her a dependent support, or did my body temperature warm her lonely soul? In a word, over the years, I have a puzzled relationship with many skirts. Although I liked skirts, I seldom wore skirts when I was a child. I remember when I was in the second grade, I went to my cousin’s house for the first time. When I left, my aunt took out a pink and pink dress and gave it to me. It was said that my cousin was too tall to wear, and she thought it was suitable for me, he also said that let me not abandon the old one. My aunt said it politely and her feelings were sincere. I knew she really wanted to give me the dress. To be honest, the first time I saw that dress, I liked it very much. Above the waist is pink white, there is a pink flower on the chest, the skirt is pink, there is a circle of folds on the skirt, roll. The whole dress looks like a peach blossom in March, fresh but not bright. When my aunt gave me the skirt, it was during the Spring Festival. It was still cold at that time, while the skirt was in summer. Since then, I have been looking forward to the coming of summer. That year, I became sensitive to the season, specifically, I was extremely concerned. A seven or eight-year-old girl often asks Grandma: when will summer come and will she be able to wear a skirt soon. Grandma always pointed to a peach tree beside the yard and said: When the peaches on the tree are ripe, summer will come. Finally, in a day when I know how to sing and break the peach with my hand, I can break two petals, one flap is stained with peach pit, and the other flap is stained with peach pit marks, I put on that dress. The length just exceeds the knee, and the waist is a little loose. Generally speaking, it is still a little large. Even so, it did not cover my joy. In order to match that dress, I specially didn’t wear cloth shoes that day, but changed a pair of white sneakers and asked Grandma to tie a twist braid for me. At noon that day, I spent my meal time looking in the mirror, looking left, right, looking far, looking close, looking around. I am sure that in the summer of that year, I always kept the beauty in my heart. Although it was short, it was the most vivid. Since then, my mother bought me a few more skirts, all of which were in summer. What I remember most was a pink and purple pettiskirt. I also like it very much. On the night I bought it, I put the skirt on the bedside and touched it with my hands from time to time. I picked it up and compared it on my body. Later, I heard Grandma say that that night, I talked in my sleep and laughed, all of which were related to skirts. Indeed, in the time of wearing skirts, I often laughed, laughing in the mountains, by the playground of the school, on my way home. With the growth of age and the school regulations, I stopped wearing skirts later. The days when I wore the skirt were fixed before the fifth grade. After that, I didn’t wear the skirt for a long time until I went to college. In the university, it is an age with good youth and free time, and it is far away from the discipline of parents and teachers. Freedom, dream, hope and beauty are intertwined. There are several sisters in the same dormitory, both southeast and northwest. Everyone has their own dressing styles, but they also love skirts. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all the year round, every season, you will see the beautiful shadows of wearing different styles, different fabrics and different styles of skirts passing. In such an environment, I hid my dream of dress for many years and came back again. Therefore, suspender skirt, vest skirt, long sleeve dress, pleated skirt, flounced skirt, puffy skirt, cotton and linen, wool, solid color, plaid, polka dot, all kinds of skirts appear in my wardrobe. Wear from spring to winter, and then from winter to spring. Although I walk on the street in a skirt in winter, sometimes I will be told by some aunts and grandmothers: These children are looking good now. When they are old, they will suffer when they know. Although they also knew that loyalty was against their ears and they were right, they really didn’t feel cold at that time. The power of youth is really strong. Many years have passed since I was a student. I still love wearing skirts, but I don’t buy them blindly any more. Every time I pass the counter and see some dresses I used to wear before, I can’t help stopping and looking at them a few more times, but I just don’t have the courage to try them on. After all, youth has passed for a long time. The breath of youth hidden in the body is Smells Like Teen Spirit, and the thoughts of youth are slowly disappearing on the road. Some stay on the corner, some scatter in the sunset, some float in the wind, some fall into dust, and finally they are submerged by time. At present, the skirt I love still has vest skirt, suspender skirt and long-sleeved dress, but there are few bells and whistles missing. It looks simple, with smooth lines, exquisite workmanship and comfortable fabric. It is comfortable to wear and warm in the wardrobe. In the days, nothing is more important than comfort and heart-warming. Over the years, on the way to wear a skirt, it cannot be said that it has been pursued all the way, but it has never given up. I have worn a dress for many years, but I haven’t worn a black dress. When I was young, I felt that black was too grand. Later, I felt that my skin color was not suitable for Black. Later, I felt that black needed occasions, however, I lacked that kind of occasion, and later I felt that black was actually very mild, like an old man. Last summer, when wandering around Wanda, I saw a black dress with V-neck, water ripple pattern, bow, generous, elegant, fashionable and a little sexy. I tried it without hesitation. The waist is just right, front and back V-neck, exposed but not bad. The waist is butterfly clip, which adds a bright color, The length is a little long. Looking at yourself in the mirror, there is an irresistible joy in your heart, even if there are some minor defects. The salesperson also said that this dress set off my temperament and character. From her eyes, I saw whether it was ordinary flattery and urging to buy, but a piece of sincerity. She said: If you really like it, come back tomorrow. We have a special tailor to trim the edges for you. The length is just right. He is on vacation today. The next day I didn’t go because of something. When I went back, her dress had been taken away by her. Because of this, I was still disappointed for a period of time. The black dress of Erdos Blue brand was my favorite at a glance, just like seeing a person at the first sight, I branded a mark in my heart, I can’t forget it for a long time. In the days after that, every time I pass Wanda, I will go to the store to have a look. I really hope that the skirt is as quiet as the first time we met, independent and proudly hung there. It’s just that I went there several times and never saw that dress again. The salesperson said that the dress was no longer available in the future. There was only one dress in one style and one size in their family. It seems that I am lost this dress forever. Sometimes, losing is a lifetime. This winter, I often wear skirts at home and outside. Sometimes when you are in a good mood, you will also have a hairstyle, not to please others, but only to impress yourself once. I believe that most women have a fairy dream in their hearts. Although they don’t say it, they often make mistakes, even if they are tempted by themselves at a small time. I think I will always like skirts, just like myself. Every dress worn on the body will also live in the heart, leaving more or less memories. Damp, warm, cheerful and melancholy are all ripples in life. Just like the arrow of time, after it is shot out, it will never come back, but the moment it is sent out, it is always full of hope with all its efforts. In the years to come, I will wear my skirt, as always, shuttle in fireworks, firewood, oil and salt, go to work, get off work, read books, chat, grow flowers, dream praise (prose editor: Ke Er) phoenix mountain spring outing

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