
this morning, on the way to lab, i found two little girls were talking something beside the road, acturally they were screaming about something, i went to them, and guess, what was going on?
they were screaming about their fingernails, which were almost dyed a color of red.
looking at their happy face, i remember something happend to me when i was at their age.
there is a kind of plant, whose leaves and stem can be used as a kind of dye. acturally i can't remember the name of it, but i can surely remember when i and my little sister were young , we often begged my mother to dye our fingernail to red. she carefully pounded the plant in a bowl, put it onto our nails, winded a piece of cloth over fingers and gently said 'sleep, darly! tomorrow it must be red.'
so the second day, when we opened our eyes, the first thing was tearing the cloth, it was red, and we were happy to start scream just like that. |