Haircut composition

In life, work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my carefully arranged composition about haircut, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Every time my hair is too long, I have to live in fear and concern. Because once my mother finds out, I will be tied up by my gentle mother and put on the shelf, and taken to the barber shop to do what I hate most-"cutting my hair."

With an angry heart, I walked into a clean and spotless barber shop. The proprietress of the barber shop always has a beaming and overjoyed expression. The attitude makes people feel very kind and makes me happy, but I still don't like "haircut"!

When a barber, like a martial arts expert, uses a sharp and horrible Swiss knife professionally and gently, he does not hesitate to wave at my dense "weeds". In a short time, thousands of poor little bodies were struggling for the last time on the original crystal-clear tile floor.

I looked at the floor, and almost all of it was my bright black hair. At this time, the proprietress smiled and asked, "Do you want to donate your hair? Your hair is very good! " I thought to myself, "donating a little hair is also a good thing." So the proprietress helped me make my hair into a wig and sold it to people in need.

Just then, I suddenly felt my neck itch, and the proprietress took my hand and took me to the place where I washed my hair. Washing, washing, wiping and blowing make me look brand-new and radiant. Really comfortable!

After my mother paid the money, we walked out of the barber shop, and my heavy ponytail became lighter, so light that I felt like flying. But my mother said I looked like a beautiful little princess because I cut off my sister's head. That year, I cut a hairstyle that I will never forget!

Haircut Composition 2 September 14 Saturday Mao Mao Rain

Today, my father cut my hair.

This afternoon, my father bought a hair clipper and said he would give me a haircut. I thought to myself: As far as my father is concerned, even cooking is like porridge instead of porridge, and rice is not rice. I flatly refused. However, my dad can't touch my heart with sweet words and pretending to be poor. Finally, my dad finally touched my heart with his killer weapon-pestering and playing, but I also made a request: buy me a game machine if it is not suitable. I didn't expect my father to agree at once, and he also made a request to me, that is, I would wash the dishes after cutting it. I said with a smile: a word from a gentleman is a lost cause.

In the process of haircut, I close my eyes and think: What will happen after haircut? Cut like a haystack, or it will bump. I hope dad didn't cut it properly. But imagination is always beautiful, and reality is ruthless. It was done in a short time. My father asked me to look in the mirror. I looked intently and thought: Oh, no, the game machine is ruined! Dad cut it so well that it was impeccable. I can't find anything wrong if I want to find it. This time it's a big loss! It turns out that dad used to be a barber!

People can't just look at the surface, or they will wash dishes like me.

My hair is so long that it is troublesome to wash it every time. It takes a lot of time to clean it up. When it comes to combing your hair, you will spend a lot of time combing it. Sometimes the arm is sore after combing for a long time, and the hair has not been combed yet. Think about this kind of long hair is really a burden. So, I just want to have my hair cut, which saves me a lot of trouble.

Once, when my mother was happy, I said this idea. At first, my mother refused, saying that long hair looked good and advised me not to cut it. She also said that it's hard to grow back after you cut it. However, my mind has been made up. No matter what my mother says, I just want to cut it. After my repeated pleading, my mother agreed to my request. I'll strike while the iron is hot and ask my mother to take me to cut it at once. It happened that my mother was free that day, so she took me to the barber shop to have my hair cut. It happens to be empty. When the barber saw me go in, he immediately washed my hair and let me sit in a chair and cut my hair short. It didn't take long for my hair to get shorter in the barber's hands. I feel like a different person.

When I got home, grandma said that she almost didn't know me. The next day, I came to school and walked into the classroom. My classmates all looked at me with strange eyes. I walked to my seat, and many students gathered around me and asked me, "Don't you feel bad about cutting your hair short?" "You cut your hair so short that we didn't recognize it." I answered all of them. They just left my surroundings, and I just felt much more relaxed.

Today, I want to have a good haircut, so my mother and I went directly to the barber shop.

Walking into the barber shop, I saw a man getting a haircut, so we had to sit in our seats and wait. The days of waiting are really hard. Time flies like a snail crawling. When is my turn? I waited for a long time, and it was my turn to wait for my flowers to wither.

My aunt in the barber shop washed my hair first, but I heard the water of "Yiyi" pouring on my head, and the water droplets were "dripping" (teacher's comment: that sentence was singing)! Wash your hair. It is really comfortable. When the hair is washed, it's time for a haircut.

Aunt picked up the scissors and began to cut them. Through the mirror, I saw my aunt's hand with scissors flying over my head, just like ballet (teacher's comment: what a skilled movement). Looking at the cut hair, I am both excited and worried. I am excited because I don't have to bother to comb my hair, which is much easier; I'm worried because I'm afraid my hair is too short to tie. Hehe, I prefer braiding.

How time flies! There is only one last step left, that is, drying your hair. Aunt picked up the hair dryer and blew it. My hair was flying in the wind again, so elegant (teacher's comment: chic)!

It's done. The hair was cut!

It's winter, and my father said it would be warmer to cut my hair short. I was reluctant to cut it. I think wearing long hair and braids looks like a girl! But dad also said that it is not good for the scalp to keep the hair tied, so relax. I think it makes sense.

In addition, my mother promised me that she would grow my hair long next spring, so after dinner on Friday night, my mother took me to a nearby barber shop. The barber's uncle washed my hair first, and then let me sit in the swivel chair. My uncle first clamped the hair on it with a clamp, and then picked up the scissors. Many locks of hair fell to the ground uniformly. Although I am still reluctant, I don't know why. I want to laugh at the thought of changing my appearance, but I'm embarrassed to laugh out loud, so I have to snicker while people are not looking. After the hair on both sides was cut, my uncle asked me to close my eyes and start cutting bangs. Cha cha! I opened my eyes and saw, wow! The neat bangs make me look so cute! Finally, my uncle blew my hair dry with a hair dryer, and the uneven place was trimmed again, QK!

I keep looking at myself in the mirror, and sometimes I pick up a comb and comb it twice. Looking at my triumphant appearance, everyone in the shop burst into laughter, and I smiled, because I went to school on Monday, and my classmates certainly didn't know me! Ha ha!

Today, my mother cut my hair. Here's the thing.

After getting up, I went to comb my hair, which was messy. "Mom, help me comb my hair. I can't comb. " "I see. Come here and I'll comb your hair." I walked past with a wooden comb. My mother found white dandruff while combing my hair and said, "I have to cut it off." Too much hair. The hair can't be washed clean, and dandruff hasn't been washed off. " When you were in high school, you didn't have time to wash your hair in class ... "It's all the benefits of cutting your hair, but it's a disadvantage in my eyes." This sentence has been circulating in my mother's mouth for several years. This time, I was speechless and irresistible. My mother combed it for me. I know where my mother is going to cut my hair, which is where I can't comb it at all. Mom really brought scissors and really cut it to that place. I couldn't stop crying, and my mother helped me cut it crooked. This is an unfortunate misfortune that I don't want to see. My mother washed my hair again, with shampoo. It was finished in a short time, just like my mother washed her hair. Mom wants me to cut my hair, but I don't want to.

My mother always said that my hair was like a henhouse, a dog house and a bird's nest. I am just "sunny" and "rainy". I was really angry. My mother cut it. What does it have to do with me?

I have long hair! But it is very troublesome to wash and dress every time, so last Sunday, my mother decided to take me to get a haircut. I really don't want to go, but I can't! I can't go without my mother!

When I came to the barber shop, my aunt washed my hair. After washing, an uncle took a hair dryer and dried my hair. Then he picked up scissors and cut left and right on my head. An hour passed, and my girl who was more than one meter long became a girl with short hair! But my mother said to my uncle, "It's still a little long. Cut it again!" " "The barber's uncle said," Well, shave again! " "I was dumbfounded. Is it not short enough? I thought! Then Uncle Barber took out hair clipper and gestured on my head! My hair seems to be crying, saying: I have been with you for so many years, but you are willing to shave us off! "After a while, my hair was finally cut! I've really become a handsome boy!

The next day I came to class, and my classmates touched my hair and said, "Why don't I shave my head!" " "I smiled and said to them," I just like a buzz cut, not a bald head! " "

I feel inches lighter than long hair now!

The interesting things in my childhood are like countless little stars. The brightest star is the most interesting one and that star is the funniest one. Childhood is like a composition, like a diary, like painting, like a movie. Let me tell you about my shining star.

It's been five years since this funny story happened in my childhood, but I still remember it vividly. I remember my mother and I went to a noodle stand near the train track to eat rice noodles. I remember at that time, I was waiting for my boss to cook rice noodles. I was hungry, and I couldn't wait that long. I saw a strange thing at that time. It was a train. I was too young to know that it was a train, so I wanted to know what it was. When I was a child, I was addicted to Altman's movies and asked, "My mother won't be a monster, will she?" My mother told me that it was a train. I never knew what a train was, but now I understand. I watched the smoke from the back of the train and told my mother how something farted in front of the train. Now I know it's smoke from the chimney of the locomotive. Because I spoke too loudly, I was heard by my uncles and aunts who were waiting for the boss to cook powder. Hearing this, everyone began to laugh. Some of them are eating rice noodles. They all vomited rice noodles after listening to my joke. My aunt and uncle who are waiting for the boss to cook rice noodles all spit. Everyone said that I was a little boy who liked to joke and please everyone, and my mother smiled.

How interesting my childhood was! I can't help laughing at the thought of this. How innocent and lovely I felt when I was a child!

I haven't had dinner today, when suddenly the door rang, I went to answer it. It turned out that my uncle and them came and said they had come to take me to get a haircut. I asked my aunt strangely, "Why do I have to cut my hair?" My aunt said, "Your hair is so ugly that it needs to be cut again." After a delicious meal, my brother and I got on my uncle's car. My uncle and aunt sat in the front, and my brother and I sat in the back with our lovely little brother Feng Ziran.

I'm thinking about something else. Suddenly, my uncle said to my aunt, "Go to the store in Meichi or the barber shop?" My aunt said, "Why don't you go to the store? There are many places to go, and it takes a long time to cut this hair. " I thought to myself: impossible! It will take a long time, and then my little ass will suffer.

Arrive at the barber shop. This surprised me, because the barber is a boy besides a man. My aunt pointed to my hair and said to a barber, "How can I cut this head more beautifully?" Look at the barber and say, "If you want to cut this hair more beautifully, you should wash it first and then make a decision." He took me to wash my hair.

The person who did my hair and washed it used a five-centimeter-long clip to hold my middle hair and put something in it. It smells so bad that I almost stink. Draw the center after painting the periphery. When the center is finished, draw it in front of me and stay in the sea. Well, I just sat there staring blankly. My aunt sat down and said to me, "We are going to the supermarket. You can do your hair here. It's seven o'clock now, and we'll pick you up at nine. "

I did it for a few minutes, and the man told me to stand up and wash my hair again.

Nine o'clock finally arrived, my aunt and others came to pick me up, and my hair was almost cut. It just needs a little trimming.

My hair was finally cut and my ass was numb. I thought to myself: I will never cut my hair short again!

Haircut composition 10 My mother cut my hair yesterday, which is very comfortable! I said, "Mom, you can be a barber". My mother said, "Thank you." I said, "no", and then my father asked me to take a shower. I didn't lean over, just put my head in.

I'm not comfortable there. After all, it's the first time that I only wash my hair without washing my whole body. After I washed my hair, I played for a while and went to bed.