A weekly diary about haircuts

At the beginning of the new year, in order to give me a mental outlook, my mother decided to take me to have my hair cut. Although I can't bear to part with my long hair, I reluctantly agreed. The following is a weekly diary of my haircut for your reference. Welcome to read!

Number one: cut your hair? My family is eating wonton at night, and I feel I have no appetite (as I always do at the dinner table). The clever mother had an idea: "Zhezhe, if you eat a bowl, I will take you to get a haircut." I was so happy that I stuffed a bowl of wonton into my stomach in two or three bites. Dad smiled and said, "Ha ha ha, you little lion can't eat anything. As long as measures are taken, ten buns can be eaten. "

After dinner, my mother took me to a barber shop that I often go to. I sat on a stool. A barber took a bottle of shampoo and poured it on my head. Then I started dry cleaning my hair. I looked in the mirror. It was disgusting! The tan detergent really hit me on the head like a bubble of bird droppings, and then the barber washed my hair quickly.

I started cutting. Barbers cut it in large quantities, then cut it bit by bit, and finally cut bangs. I cut it quickly with my eyes closed, but my mother wanted to steal some laziness, so she asked the barber to cut it short, because my hair grew fast, and she took me to cut it for fear that I would grow taller.

Finally finished cutting, I stroked my poor hair and went home with my mother. ...

Chapter 2: Haircut Weekend, friends came to my house to play, and we had a good time. Suddenly, what my mother often "spits" began to "spit" again: "Baby, look how their hair is just right. Look at how long your hair is. Time to cut. Just let them cut with you, ok? "

I am still the same coquetry: "My hair is not long at all, and my classmates are longer than me!" " Why don't you talk about them instead of me? "In fact, I said it on purpose. How can a mother talk about other people's children? In retrospect, I thought, alas, my mother was right, so I asked my friends to accompany me to have my hair cut and someone to talk to me!

So, I quickly changed my mouth: "Well, I can only cut a little."

I took the money, went to the barber shop, sat in a chair, put on the "Superman cloak", just put it on, and almost strangled. The cloak slowly loosened, and I was still out of breath. It turns out that my hand is leaning on it. Looking at Yang and Sha still laughing at me, I couldn't help reaching out. When I wanted to teach her a lesson, I had already started to cut my hair, so I had to sit quietly.

The barber first picked up some water and sprayed it on my head. "Yi Yi ..." My hair is wet. The official haircut has begun. I saw the barber with a comb in one hand and scissors in the other. "Click click ..." "Comb comb ..." In a short time, it was cut.

"ah! Oh, my God! " "How so short!" "555 ..." I also saw the man on the head!

Rule number three: cut your hair? "wow! Grandma, your hair cutting skills are great! Let me feel ashamed! " I looked at the hair in the mirror and was completely speechless!

The thing is, last night, my grandmother said happily to me, "Shu Yang, I'll cut your hair tomorrow!" " "I thought grandma took me to the barber shop for a haircut. So, you should take a bite. I didn't expect-

The next day, as soon as I got up, grandma took a pair of scissors to kill the chicken and said she would cut my hair. As soon as I saw the scissors, I immediately said, "Grandma, forget it! I will go to the barber shop to have my hair cut. " Grandma shook her head and said, "no, the barber shop wants money for cutting hair, but grandma doesn't want it." Didn't you promise me yesterday? " "Who told me I promised grandma yesterday?"

"Click, click ..." A few strands of hair fell with the sound of scissors and suddenly appeared on the marble floor. "Well, it's finally finished, it's perfect!" As soon as I heard it was cut, I ran to the mirror to look at it.

This leads to the story of the first natural paragraph. I have no choice but to find a way to save myself!

In about 30 minutes. I still can't finish it in the end. I'm worried that my classmates will laugh to death when they see my hairstyle on Monday.

Article 4: cut your hair? The year of the horse is coming, and in order to give me a new year's mental outlook, my mother decided to take me for a haircut. Although I can't bear to part with my long hair, I reluctantly agreed.

Oh, my God, there are so many people in the barber shop tonight! My mother and I visited nearly ten stores and visited all the barbershops in the whole street, only to find that almost every store was crowded with people. The barbershop is steaming hot, and the barber shuttles back and forth among anxious people, wiping the fine sweat on his forehead from time to time. Someone is waiting, someone is getting a haircut, someone is dyeing their hair, someone is perming their hair, someone is washing their hair ... The whole store is filled with the unique smell of hair. Every time my mother and I go into a shop, we are disappointed.

Finally, in a relatively remote side street, we finally found a barber shop with few families. After waiting in the shop for a while, it was my turn. My experienced hairdresser put a big cloth on my chest and began to cut my hair. First, she used a comb to "draw a line" between most of her hair and the rest of her hair, then she used a big clip to hold more hair, then straightened a small part of her hair by hand, took a pair of small silver scissors and cut off a part of her hair. Finally, she blew it with a hair dryer and combed it, and it was done.

I am particularly satisfied with this layered pear head, neither long nor short. I took a long photo in front of the mirror when I got home! My dad saw it and smiled and gave me two words: "smelly".

Article 5: cut your hair? I remember that day, my most unforgettable day. ...

On this day, my mother said to me, "Tian Tian, I will take you to Xiaohai Barber Shop for a haircut this afternoon!" " "In order not to disappoint my mother, I had to promise to try.

In the taxi, I felt my hair floating for three years and said sadly, "love, I will say goodbye to you soon." I really hate to part with you! " Mom is in distress situation: "Why didn't you tell me?" If you cut your hair, it will grow back! "! ?"

I suddenly lost my temper when I came to the barber shop. Finally, under the persuasion of my mother and the barber, I agreed to cut a "beautiful" flower head.

Sitting in a chair, I found a handsome guy who cut my hair. I can't help but be elated. I saw him whisper to his assistant for a while, smiled at me and put his hand on my hair. In the process of haircut, I learned that although the barber is handsome, his hands are ruthless. In a short time, my hair was cut off by him, and standing in front of the mirror was a brand-new me. That handsome hairdresser is soaked to the skin. From his sweat, I understand that this is a difficult hairstyle.

Looking at my hair cut all over the floor and looking at the new me in the mirror, I appreciate it and learn from it: I have to be brave in trying everything, so that I can know whether the result is good or bad. It is wrong to draw conclusions without trying!