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Kora letter: 오늘 제 자림새.

이벳 타무콩
한국어 수필 1
2014년 03월 04일

와, 눈이 와요. 너무 예뻐요. 모두 흰색이니까 경치가 너무 예뻐요.나는 예쁘지만 날씨가 추울거에요. 그래서 따뜻한 옷을 입겠어요. 두꺼운 옷을 입지 않을 거예요. 대신 얇게 옷을 많이 입겠어요. 얇은 옷을유로겹 입겠어요. 이렇게 더운 방에 들어가면 옷 몇겹을 조금 벗어요. 

까만색 옷은 따뜻하지만 엄숙해요. 저는 옅은 색을 제일 좋아해요. 그래서 따뜻하루 그냥 가만 쓸 신발를 신겠어요. 하지만 어떤 신발을 신을 까요? 제가 제일 좋아하는 부츠나 편한 장화를 신을 까요? 알았어요! 어제 산구두를 신겠어. 그 구두를 신고 따뜻한 까만색 레깅스를 입겠어요. 회색 레깅스를 입고 싶지만 더러웠어요. 저는 빨래하는 것을 잊어버렸어요. 그랬어 그냥 까만색 레깅스를 입을 수 있을 거에요. 그리고 연어색 탱크탑과 하늘색 청남방을 입을게요. 하늘색 청남방이 엄청귀여워요. 그 청남방의 버튼들은 금색이에요 가디건도 입을게요. 베이지색 가디건은 청남방 위에 입을거에요. 그 다음에 반짝이는 민트색 목걸이 할게요. 귀에는 하얀색 원형 스터드 귀걸이를 할께요. 외투로는 패딩을 입을 거에요. 초록같은 회색 헤딩 이에요. 그리고 그 후 연한 분홍색 목도르를 하고 같은 색 모자를 쓸거에요. 오늘 입을 차림새 내가 골랐어요. 차림새 골라서 샤와를 할거에요. 

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