I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands.

In study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. With the help of writing, you can vent your feelings and adjust your mood. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my 8-word composition for remembering the days when I wore a colorful hair band. Welcome to read and collect it. I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 1

Black hair slips away from my hands, just like quicksand of time, a casual dust in my style. Some things are destined to be missed, inadvertently remembering that time, the days when the hair band was colored.

I haven't touched the bookcase in my study since I was in primary school. On that day, I opened the photo album in the bookcase with nothing to do, and groups of photos of my childhood came into view, followed by endless memories flooding my mind, which made me restless for a long time.

I spent my childhood in the countryside. My memory is a green wheat field, and a narrow road winds into the distance. At the end of the road, my grandmother is always waiting for me to return. My grandmother's dexterity, cooking and embroidery are not to mention. I love beauty, so I always clamor for her to comb all kinds of hairstyles and tie colorful hair bands for me.

The sun is shining all over the courtyard, the cat is sleeping peacefully, the crickets in the grass are singing unknown songs, and the breeze blows through the yard, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers to my nose. This is the afternoon in the country, a beautiful scene in the courtyard. Grandma and I avoided the scorching sun, combed our hair under the big tree in the courtyard, and the sun reflected through the branches and vines, casting scattered spots on the ground. Grandma was holding a wooden comb and playing with my hair carefully. I squinted at her and found that she was smiling brightly and wrinkles were dancing on her face. She said, "Hey, don't move, it's almost ready." I bowed my head obediently, did not dare to move, and asked every few dozen times, imagining what it would be like in the mirror later. I don't know how many times, until grandma's voice came from above my head. I jumped into the room with joy, admiring the hairstyle and the color of the hair band in front of the mirror, thinking to myself, I want my grandmother to comb my hair and tie my hair band all my life.

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My thoughts came to an abrupt end, and I reached out and touched something tied with my hair, the most common black rubber band. Since I went to primary school, I came to the city with my parents, and the promise of that childhood seemed to remain in my memory.

colored hair bands? Life is so busy now, how can I get used to wearing colored hair bands? But the happy little girl in my memory, and the grandmother who tied my hair band, are so worthy of my memory. It was the best time of my childhood, and it can make people smile again when I think of it at any melancholy time.

In the late spring, the sunshine is just right, and the colored hair band is tied. In the mirror, I look like the little girl many years ago, standing in front of me after a long time, with a familiar smile on my face. Those days, those days when you wore colored hair bands. I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 2

A golden yellow ribbon passed before my eyes. I don't know whether it was on the stage or in my dream or in my mother's warm arms, but I know that I was deeply attracted by it. From then on, I fell in love with him and with the golden color called green in others' hearts.

The first time my mother went to the street, she thought it was what I wanted when she saw the golden towel. At that time, I didn't know how expensive the towel was. I asked my mother for it, and her tears came out. I just stared at it in a daze. I don't know why my mother didn't reach out and help me tear it off, and she wouldn't let me touch it.

I want that towel from now on. In order to get it, my mother gave me a condition that I can get it when I go to school and go to college! So I went to school hard, for that towel, for that color!

when I was in junior high school, I saw a golden hair band. I wanted it very much, but many students didn't buy it, although it was not as expensive as before. But it reminds me, because it is a substitute for towels. I want to buy a brighter one for my mother when I grow up. For the first time, I was crazy about it. I didn't eat vegetables for two days. I ate pickles brought at home and bought a long hair belt. I tied it at the tip of my hair, and my classmates said it was beautiful, so I couldn't bear to wear it anymore and cherish it!

when I grew up, I took out my hair band as a token for my boyfriend. I think it was a kind of sustenance. If one day the golden yellow ribbon falls, please don't tell me, because I won't lose it.

I bought a golden towel for my mother, but my mother said that she didn't use that color when she was old. I suddenly understood, yes, I can choose golden yellow now, and now my mother can choose her favorite color! That's great!

golden hair bands bring me golden pursuits and golden achievements. Have my golden hair band! I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 3

Many girls like to wear hair bands to make themselves full of energy. I also have several hair bands, among which my favorite is a red hair band. It often reminds me of a beautiful memory.

It was a spring a few years ago, and my aunt who lived in the country came to my house with her four-year-old daughter. I'm an only child, and I'm so happy to have a lively and lovely little cousin at home as a companion. A few days later, my aunt said, "I'll take you two to the streets to play. What do you want to buy?" Hearing this, I quickly said, "I want the kind of hair band that Xiao Fang wears in Desire." The little cousin also shouted, "I want it, too!" " Aunt smiled and said, "OK, one for each."

my aunt led us to several shops in a row, but I didn't see the kind of hair band I liked. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I couldn't help crying, "What a beautiful hair band!" " Not far ahead, an aunt is leading a little girl about my age. As she walks, the little girl dances with a hair band in her hand. Aunt hurried up in three steps and did two, and said to the aunt, "Excuse me, comrade, where did you buy this hair band?" Can I have a look? " The aunt replied cheerfully, "I bought it at Xinyi Store." With that, she took the hair band from the little girl and handed it to her aunt, pointing to the location of Xinyi Store. This is a red hair band with many small white dots and gold thread. It's beautiful! As soon as my aunt returned the headband to the aunt, I took my little cousin and walked quickly to the store.

We asked at the counter. Unfortunately, there is only one red hair band. After paying the money, Xiao Yan asked us helplessly, "What should I do? Which one of you wants wow? " The little cousin jumped up at once: "I want it! I want it! " My eyes were fixed on my hair band, and a few days ago, something came to my mind again: at noon that day, my little cousin saw a red rope given to me by my neighbor and asked for it. I couldn't bear to give it to her, but my mother said that my sister was young and a guest and should be given it to her. As a result, the red rope belonged to my little cousin before I could play it once. Thought of here, my heart is cold. My little cousin is my aunt's darling, and this hair band must be hers again! While I was thinking, a pair of warm hands gently put the hair band on my head, and at the same time, my little cousin cried. In this way, with infinite guilt, I walked out of the shop with my aunt, stepping on the cry of my little cousin.

several years have passed, and I have always treasured this red hair band, and I am not willing to wear it. Every time I see it, I feel a warm current in my heart, and with the growth of my age, I feel more precious and beautiful-it tells me to be like my aunt. I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 4

Time, years, can't dilute the shadow of a little girl in my mind, nor can it dilute the shadow of her tearful little face. Whenever I think of her, my heart is filled with infinite regret.

that morning, I took fifty cents from my mother and went to the market to buy a hair band. Ah! What a lively market! The cries of hawking are one after another. The old lady who sells hair bands has been surrounded by many little girls, and I slipped into the stall like a loach.

I was dazzled by the colorful hair bands. Suddenly, a red hair band with gold border and gold thread came into my eyes, but there was only one. My hand reached out to the hair band involuntarily, but suddenly a pair of delicate little hands were pressed on my hand, and I gave a "ouch" in pain, and my legs went soft, almost kneeling on the ground. I looked up, and it turned out to be a little girl with a ponytail. I angrily asked her, "Why are you holding my hand down?" The little girl replied without weakness: "buy a hair band!" "

"buy a hair band? Hey! " I looked at her angrily, and when she didn't pay attention, she suddenly pulled it out from her hands. She was unprepared and fell to the ground with a cry of "Oh, my God", and the little girl next to her burst into laughter, which made me feel so proud. I quickly picked up my hair band and studied it carefully with my eyes wide open. Ah! What a beautiful hair band with a golden phoenix on it! Feng Huang, the king of birds. Ah! How beautiful it is to cut it on your head! The more I thought about it, the happier I became. I paid the money and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the little girl grabbed me and said, "I saw it first." Of course, I won't show weakness. I shouted loudly, "I bought it first." "It's me. Give it back to me." "No, no, no!" ..... Our noise is getting louder and louder, attracting a group of children to watch the fun, as if they were going to help us.

I thought, "If this doesn't work, why don't we …" Yes, I picked up my hair band and broke free from the girl's hand. I let her shout and cry, and I left without looking back.

on the way home, I don't know why, but my heart is like a lake with stones, and I can't calm down for a long time. Are you happy? No, it's guilt and regret. There seems to be a voice in my ear: really shy, bullying children ...

"shy, shy!" " These two words can never be erased from my mind. Self-esteem forced me to go back and look for the little girl again, but the little girl was gone. Maybe she went back with a lot of grievances, or maybe she was still scolding me ...

Seven years later, I have been cherishing the headband, reluctant to use it, and want to wait for an opportunity to return it to the little girl. I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 5

People in the third grade seem to be particularly anxious, and it coincides with the mother's menopause, and smoke is everywhere at home almost every day.

Another morning, I heard the alarm clock, got out of the warm bed, washed my face, and went straight to the dresser to pick up the comb. Sleepiness has not completely faded, and I have been tearing it hard for a long time, and I have not seen any improvement in those disunited hair. I will be agitated: "Yeah! Mom! "

My mother, who was cooking breakfast next door, heard the news and came in. She took a look at me, then stepped aside and carefully wiped her hands twice with a towel. Looking at her unhurried movements, I was even more impatient: "Hurry up!" " Unexpectedly, she didn't say those empty words that made me even more annoyed, such as "you should keep your temper better", but silently took the comb from me.

Looking at the mirror in front of me, what is reflected in the mirror is my dull face and my hand moving up and down slowly. Slow to death, I want to urge her, only to find that I opened my mouth in the mirror, and there was no more. From the mirror, I can't see her face, but it seems that I am so old, and she is … unconsciously getting old.

The hands on my side are still very slow. I think those hands are a little too short, and they can reach my head straight up.

"come." She has combed her hair.

I took it, held it, and touched my hair band with my other hand, only to find that my wrist was too smooth. The manic intention of pressing down is rising again, and every molecule in the body seems to be shouting, looking for all possible outlets from every corner.

"where's my headband?" She looked up at me as if she were getting old, and even her brain was much slower than before. After a few seconds, she turned around. "You gave it to me when you washed your hair last night. Where did I put it ..." "Can't you talk less nonsense?" I tried to ask her calmly, holding back my anger and the impulse to throw things. Her voice came to an abrupt end, leaving only a slight rustle from time to time when she was rummaging through things in the room.

I watched her rummaging in the bed for a while, then leaned down slowly with one hand on the wall, and the other hand stretched down, trying to touch the ground and looking for the bottom of the bed. Her eyes are already presbyopia, so I'm afraid I can't really see them at this moment. She glanced at it for a long time, as if she was still not sure what was under the bed, so she put the hand holding the wall on the ground, bent her knees and put it on the ground.

that's a gesture only for an old slave! -but that's my mother! For a little hair band!

My hand suddenly tightened. For some reason, I didn't even take two steps forward to help her. I just watched it silently behind her.

when she straightened up, she turned around and saw a small hook on the wall, on which my hair band was hanging quietly.

"Oh, yes, I left it here, how could I forget ..." She began to whisper again, as she spoke, she went to get the hair band hanging on the wall. As a matter of habit, she put her hand on the table, which has removed part of her strength to support her body. The hand that was heavily pressed on the table seemed to be heavily pressed on my heart, and the bitterness suddenly surged up. Before my eyes, her shadow began to blur, and the angular world suddenly softened.

The lost hair band has finally been found, and the lost heart should also be found ... I miss the days when I wore colorful hair bands. 6

There is a beautiful hair band with a beautiful and moving lily, which exudes charming fragrance every day. The owner likes this hair band very much and wears it out to show off every day. But the hair band didn't like this life, so one day, when the owner forgot to wear her, she slipped away quietly.

After the hair band slipped away, she felt relaxed and happy as never before. Finally, she didn't have to be touched by others. She floated and landed on the bird's nest in the tree with the wind. Mother bird saw the hair band, and her eyes rolled and she said, "It's perfect to use this hair band as a rope to tie my nest." So the hair band was tied to the bird's nest and branches by mother bird, and the babies' homes became safe, and they were no longer afraid of wind and rain. As the days passed, the birds grew up slowly, all of them flew out to rebuild their new homes, and the hair band also completed its task, and slowly fell down after loosening.

The hair band is floating and floating. This time, she was unlucky and landed in a garbage dump with many bugs and wild cats. The sour smell from the garbage makes the hair band feel unable to stay. Just as the hair band looked at everything around her in disgust, a black wild cat ran to her, and her amber eyes looked very alert. Perhaps it was for foraging, and it looked messy without combing its fur. The wild cat seemed to regard the hair band as a "gourmet" and grinned at the hair band. The hair band trembled nervously in her heart, and kept praying in her heart: Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng, get me out of here quickly.