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1. Writing hair I always wear that white hat at work, although I was mighty and stylish at that time (this was evaluated by others). But after taking off his hat, he showed his smooth forehead and a bunch of hair that collapsed on it, which seemed lifeless. I am very worried about this.

I don't want to change my hairstyle, whether it's the heartthrob Moxigan or F4' s long hair. With my reading career, my bangs are always slightly Qi Mei, my sideburns have just passed the earlobe, and my hair is fluffy and broken. Of course, there are times when people follow suit. The Aaron Kwok-style McDonald's style, which once led the fashion, is still clearly printed on the graduation photo in primary schools. At that time, my hair was sparse and soft. After a little combing, it's done. Water it every day when you get up, and then separate your hair from it. The next day, as long as there is no big exercise, you will stick to half. I can't imagine the aesthetic of being possessed at that time, and the self-entertainment in the photo is still ridiculous.

After that, I won't dress up deliberately, except that I often get my hair wet after getting up, because I find that the back of my head always arches like a bird's nest and looks clean and refreshing.

Then it's time to enter the period. You must wear that white hat every day. On the surface, it looks radiant and magnificent, but underneath, you are doing anaerobic breathing. When it gets hot, I feel my scalp is wet, sweat builds a moat on the brim of my hat, and all kinds of smells on the moss transpiration at the same time. Emotionally, it itches to Susu, but it is not too itchy, so I often get distracted and neglect to open my hat to breathe and let it continue to ferment. I don't scratch my head all the time, so I look sloppy. I'm kidding. Now I represent the star project in Shancheng. How can I catch that with this? How uncultured. The result of indulgence is oily hair, dandruff and cigar smoke. I don't use any shampoo to clean, but I have formed a good habit-changing pillowcases frequently. In the end, the hat is actually to hide people's eyes and ears. I can't take it off easily, or I will laugh at it. I am glad that we should build the happiness of others on ourselves, let laughter spread around us and call on us to be Lei Feng in the new century.

It takes a lot of courage and discipline to bid farewell to the free hairstyle again after bidding farewell to youth, which is two centimeters shorter than the original length. But the effect of combining color, fragrance and taste has been reduced, and I have returned to my previous style. It's just that the hair is short and the face is big, and the inverted triangle becomes a melon. It seems that this is a comprehensive management problem, which is difficult to alleviate in the short term. Coupled with working day and night, it is even more important to lose weight, and the top priority is to emerge one after another.

I don't have time to estimate my appearance. Objectively speaking, this is a matter for young people. Organizationally, we are often encouraged to strengthen our inner essence, consolidate our work style, and be a person who is free from vulgar tastes and advocates spiritual cultivation. I am calm and have a hairstyle, so I have love, but I don't need love anymore. Therefore, ignoring your hair style and keeping yourself quiet can benefit you for life. But I will take off my hat and put it on alternately, instead of hiding in the haze for a long time, in order to stretch my gloomy hair and represent the witness of leaving the grassroots.

The Story of Hair The Story of Hair When she entered the classroom last week, she said, Teacher, can you not take off your hat? She wore a white wool hat, just the kind with a brim.

I guessed at once. She cut off her bangs to show her forehead.

I said of course, but I asked her: I can be so tolerant here. What should I do when I get to school? She didn't answer. After a while, she said that the teacher cut it for me, but I wouldn't let her, so the teacher cut it for me.

The teacher said he would check.

Her eyes are red.

I'm surprised to say that you didn't perm it either, so it doesn't violate the school rules. With tears in her eyes, she murmured, The teacher says my hair is too long.

I've been crying.

Crying all the time

Her bangs are really long and almost block her eyes.

Tie the back in a ponytail. I know why she wears her hair like this.

She is an unconfident girl, not beautiful enough, not lively, and her academic performance is below average, and some subjects even fail. Born in an ordinary family, wearing ordinary clothes.

Thin, shy, silent. She thought she had nothing to take, so she wanted to hide, hide, cover her forehead with her hair and even cover her eyes.

Her teacher may be impatient with her silence and retreat and cut off her bangs. She 13 years old, a junior high school student, a girl. Since 13 years old, it is her greatest shame to be treated like this in the classroom.

I put down my composition and told the story of my hair. I said, when I was a child, I was forced to cut my hair by adults.

At that time, I was seven years old and just entered primary school. My father had a whim to give me a haircut, and my mother immediately agreed, so I don't have to comb my hair. They put me on a stool, and whether I agreed or not, like it or not, I began to cut my hair.

They are unprofessional, their hair is getting shorter and shorter, and finally they have to cut it into a boy's hairstyle. At that time, this hairstyle was not popular at all, and it was strange for girls to have short hair like that.

I cried all night, hoping it was a dream. The next day I got up early and wore a sky-blue headscarf. I sat in my seat, afraid to take it off.

The Chinese teacher said first, you are so early. Then he asked strangely, why don't you take off your headscarf? I whispered, I turned my head

The teacher said, really? See the teacher. I slowly took off my headscarf, and the teacher said with a smile, it looks good.

I got a little comfort, but I was silent for several days. I didn't want to call my father that day. But now I forgive them.

Everyone will be hurt in the process of growing up, and teachers will also be hurt a lot in their growth. You see, I am very happy now.

My dad is still hitting me. A boy said.

I smiled, you are in the second grade, and your father is still doing it. He said he was my father.

Then he turned his head, faced the wall and blinked a few times. In a word, I think it's your teacher's fault.

I looked the girl in the eye and said. Her eyes are red again.

No matter who I face, I insist that it is wrong for teachers to cut their hair without the permission of students, especially female students. Hair is like a girl's special dress, which plays the role of protection and recognition. It takes a lot of courage to change the hairstyle, and even parents have no right to force their children to have any hairstyle.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the child's hairstyle. I know that no matter who it is, it will be a little uncomfortable to see a hairstyle whose eyes are almost covered by hair, but that's the problem.

I finally turned this confident girl into a smile on my face, and now my colleagues are going to ruin my job. She has hardly been to New Mart, hasn't seen a movie for several years, hasn't traveled, and even refused to attend make-up classes.

Her relatives said that this was her only composition class. Her parents arranged for her not to go to other remedial classes.

The junior middle school class visited bookstores, watched movies, had picnics in wetlands and visited museums for a year, and she took an active part. After each composition class, I let her tutor for a while and watch her correct the typo.

Chinese grades went from failing to passing. Seeing her is happier than before.

Now that she has been hit like this, I'm afraid her feelings for the school are not only distant, but also hateful. I left her as usual after class that day.

It's just me and her in the classroom. When she finished her composition and corrected the typo, I said, I'll say one more thing about her hair. The easiest way is not to go to school from now on, and then you will be completely defeated.

In fact, no one cares about you that much, and no one cares about your hair every day. Many people forget it in a few days.

You can also choose to forget. When you grow up, you will find that what happened when 13 was a small matter.

She nodded. Smile.

Jay Chou has a song, which sings: Years are peeling off on the wall, when I was a child. Every time I see a silent, introverted and thin girl, it's like seeing myself when I was a child.

I have great sympathy for such a girl. Because I know that they are so ordinary, ordinary and lack luster, just because of lack of attention and love.

If all of us as teachers can put ourselves in their shoes and ask ourselves when communicating with students: What did I think when I was a child, then many injuries can be avoided, and many silent children are willing to open their hearts to you. You will be happy to be the one who shapes their souls and walks into their lives.

You will also gain the greatest sense of accomplishment in this profession.

3. Write a hair story 1 "Ok, now please close your eyes and tell me how long you have been cutting your hair.

Don't be embarrassed. "Today I want to tell the story of hair.

In the process of human evolution, perhaps the brain is too important, which makes the hair shrink into hair, keeps warm and increases a lot of sense of security. But that's not all. There is such a profession called "monk". They don't seem to worship Darwin.

Joining this profession is not easy. Shave the hair off your head with a knife, leaving only a bare head. If you are naturally good, coupled with superb knife skills, you may even save money on the mirror-this is a joke. Of course, you are not a monk, and I am not a monk. We don't talk about monks.

Throughout history, there are many stories about hair. It was once regarded as a symbol of political power.

The Qing soldiers just entered the customs, and after the Manchu proclaimed himself emperor, a vigorous "braid revolution" started. Manchu asked Han people to wear long braids, but Han people had to. After all, they are "dependent". Who called them conquered people? Of course, there are also a few people who are willing to "fight against the Qing dynasty and regain their sight" but are unable to do so. They use "braiding" to express their resistance, and the outcome can be imagined. It was also the Qing Dynasty.

As soon as the Opium War started, the "restless" Han people could not sit still and revived. Jesus' younger brother "bent down" and reincarnated in China. He gathered a group of plowmen and hoes and changed his name to rebel in the far southwest.

The first thing they did when they rebelled was to abandon their braids and grow long hair, which the Qing army called "long hair". When the "heavenly soldiers" came out and the Qing emperor was abolished, "foreign water" poured in.

First, some students studying abroad put oil on their hair, which is very shiny and eye-catching. Some people who don't like it call it "fake foreign devils". After the founding of New China and the reform and opening up, "foreign water" should be called "foreign trade" instead of "foreign water".

Hair oil-the offspring of something called mousse came to China, which is also a sticky thing. Just like opium in those days, once some people get it, it seems that they can never put it down, and "Mu Si" has become an indispensable part of their lives. Today, if you look at the people around me, nine out of ten people have divided their good hair into ten parts, or left four right six, or left three right seven, or-let it be divided, which seriously violates the natural growth law of hair.

Of course, it is not easy to achieve such an effect. After all, nature is great, but it can also be changed by human beings, so "mousse" has exerted its power. A little thing can make your hair as hard as a needle. Poor hair! How painful! It's spring. Let your scalp bathe in spring and shave your long hair short. Maybe you'll be surprised that your image has improved.

The Story of Hair When she entered the classroom last week, she said, Teacher, can you not take off your hat? She wore a white wool hat, just the kind with a brim. I guessed at once.

She cut off her bangs to show her forehead. I said of course, but I asked her: I can be so tolerant here. What should I do when I get to school? She didn't answer.

After a while, she said that the teacher cut it for me, but I wouldn't let her, so the teacher cut it for me.

The teacher said he would check.

Her eyes are red. I'm surprised to say that you didn't perm it either, so it doesn't violate the school rules.

With tears in her eyes, she murmured, The teacher says my hair is too long.

I've been crying.

Crying all the time

Her bangs are really long and almost block her eyes. Tie the back in a ponytail.

I know why she wears her hair like this. She is an unconfident girl, not beautiful enough, not lively, and her academic performance is below average, and some subjects even fail.

Born in an ordinary family, wearing ordinary clothes. Thin, shy, silent.

She thought she had nothing to take, so she wanted to hide, hide, cover her forehead with her hair and even cover her eyes. Her teacher may be impatient with her silence and retreat and cut off her bangs.

She 13 years old, a junior high school student, a girl. Since 13 years old, it is her greatest shame to be treated like this in the classroom. I put down my composition and told the story of my hair.

I said, when I was a child, I was forced to cut my hair by adults. At that time, I was seven years old and just entered primary school. My father had a whim to give me a haircut, and my mother immediately agreed, so I don't have to comb my hair.

They put me on a stool, and whether I agreed or not, like it or not, I began to cut my hair. They are unprofessional, their hair is getting shorter and shorter, and finally they have to cut it into a boy's hairstyle.

At that time, this hairstyle was not popular at all, and it was strange for girls to have short hair like that. I cried all night, hoping it was a dream.

The next day I got up early and wore a sky-blue headscarf. I sat in my seat, afraid to take it off. The Chinese teacher said first, you are so early.

Then he asked strangely, why don't you take off your headscarf? I whispered, I turned my head The teacher said, really? See the teacher.

I slowly took off my headscarf, and the teacher said with a smile, it looks good. I got a little comfort, but I was silent for several days. I didn't want to call my father that day.

But now I forgive them. Everyone will be hurt in the process of growing up, and teachers will also be hurt a lot in their growth.

You see, I am very happy now. My dad is still hitting me.

A boy said. I smiled, you are in the second grade, and your father is still doing it.

He said he was my father. Then he turned his head, faced the wall and blinked a few times.

In a word, I think it's your teacher's fault. I looked the girl in the eye and said.

Her eyes are red again. No matter who I face, I insist that it is wrong for teachers to cut their hair without the permission of students, especially female students.

Hair is like a girl's special dress, which plays the role of protection and recognition. It takes a lot of courage to change the hairstyle, and even parents have no right to force their children to have any hairstyle. Besides, there is nothing wrong with the child's hairstyle.

I know that no matter who it is, it will be a little uncomfortable to see a hairstyle whose eyes are almost covered by hair, but that's the problem. I finally turned this confident girl into a smile on my face, and now my colleagues are going to ruin my job.

She hasn't been to New Mart for several years.

The hair of the tree makes the tree bigger and thicker. She often runs to the river, looks at the reflection in the water and says, "My hair is getting more and more beautiful."

The mountain said to the tree, "Give up your hair, it's not good for you." The tree cried, "Dad, you don't know me at all."

Shanshan didn't speak. He understands his daughter. Birds surround the tree all year round, singing praises for its elegant and thick hair, and flowers look at the tree with flattering eyes. Therefore, this tree is deeply proud of its elegant hair. Shanshan looked at her daughter and sighed deeply. Perhaps, what Shan said is really true.

Not long ago, a group of loggers came, took a fancy to the beautiful hair of this tree and decided to cut it down. Shan once again advised his daughter, "Son, cut off your hair, and it will grow back." The tree stubbornly said, "no, I will never cut it." I would rather die. "

Shanshan looked at the background of her daughter's departure and sighed again. As time went on, loggers began to cut down trees on a large scale. Soon, the tree was taken away by them. The tree cried and said, "I really regret it. Why didn't I listen to my father?" The tree got on the bus with the lumberjack in tears. Shanshan looked at her daughter, sighed and said, "Son, vanity made you unable to see yourself clearly, and finally came to a dead end."

The mountain shed tears and looked particularly dazzling in the sunset.

The sentences describing fashionable hairstyles are a little long, which I need for writing. Thank you. 1. The most striking thing is that the thick black shawl hair hangs in the air like a black waterfall.

She has dark and thick hair.

She let her hair down so that all the sunshine will be jealous.

The golden curls hang down the smooth forehead like waves.

She wears a braid like a sparrow's tail.

6. Her hair is as hot as black waves.

7. I left that row of hair. Make her more elegant and graceful.

8, long hair fluttering, as smooth and soft as waves.

9. Her hair is as thick as a horse's mane. But with the turmoil and gentleness of the child, it curled around her little ears.

10, her shiny black hair hangs down naturally, as smooth and soft as black brocade.

1 1. Her black hair is as soft as wicker.

12. The girl wears a braid at the back of her head.

13, her black hair, combed into two short braids, hung over her ears, with two big red bows on it, as if two beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers.

14, fluffy Liu Haier hangs on his forehead, like a willow tree in March.

15, Little Pump Niang's two braids hang like twists on the back of her neck.

16. Short and thick like a steel brush, attached to the back of the head.

17, her black hair, combed into two short braids, hung over her ears with two big red bows, as if two beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers.

18, a few locks of hair flying around outside, hanging over her like a nimbus.

19, her light red hair is braided into a bun on the top of her head, and loose buns are left on both sides to cover her ears.

20, a fluffy yellow hair, but happy to dance, relaxed and loose, from time to time need to tidy up, as if to cover up the fairy under the weeping willow.

2 1, she has a thick black hair on her head. Tie it behind her head, as if her neck is too fragile to bear this hairstyle.

22. Her hair is combed into a crown shape, shining like fine golden sand.

23. Thick hair naturally curls, and chestnut braids shine with exceptionally beautiful golden light.

A 24-year-old female nurse came in and out, her black hair curled like a sheep's tail.

25. A trace of silvery white hair emerged from mother's black hair and climbed to mother's forehead.

26. Their hair hangs freely over their shoulders, just like sunshine floating in the wind.

27. Her hair is all white, dry and dark. Like a pile of hemp skin that has been stored for too long.

28. Her hair is neatly combed like a big shiny hat.

29. Miss Li has beautiful hair, black and bright, thick and dense. When she stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, her hair will glow with colorful light.

30. There are strands of long hair under the hat. They are braided first. Then twist them into several big braid, and then roll them up, just like rushes woven on a basket.

3 1, her hair is half dry, blown by the night wind and fluttering in front of the bright moon-like face.

32. She took off her hat, and her light yellow hair, thinner and softer than silk, shone through the sunshine between the trees. Shine like gold.

33. Her thick black hair twists and turns, shining amber and bronze, dazzling.

34. Those two locks of hair stuck casually behind Xiao Ya's head, like a rooster's tail, and began to jump.

35. Two braids are at the back of the head, pulling like a pig's tail.

36. Her thick black hair, growing on such a thin body, is like a miracle.

37. Her short and dense hair really looks like a bunch of dark flowers.

38-year-old, with black hair, combed two green snails with a brain spoon.

39. Dark hair is unusually thick, and thick curly hair of bronze color surrounds her cheeks and hangs down to her shoulders.

40. Her hair is black and bright, like the wings of a crow.

4 1, black as the wings of a crow. Thick and soft curly hair hung down to her shoulders, but near her forehead, she was tightly bound by a golden crown studded with jewels, and her grassy hair spread out in black and white on her forehead.

6. Writing a composition has words describing her hair. Black widow, her hands quickly pulled off the tie on her braid, and her black hair wrapped in braids fell over her shoulders like a waterfall. Why is she like this? This is because when washing the shirt in the middle of the night, perhaps because she took apart the braid, she got the eyes that Jianbo had never seen before.

(Qu Bo: Lin Yuan, p. 127)

Grandma sat beside me combing her hair, frowning and always muttering to herself. Her hair was amazing, covering her shoulders, chest and knees-hanging straight to the ground, black and blue. She picked up her hair from the ground with one hand, carried it, and struggled to comb the sparse wooden comb teeth into the thick locks of hair. Her lips were crooked, her black eyes shone with anger, and her face became small and ridiculous in piles of hair.

([Su] Gorky: "Childhood" Page 8)

From under the bed, you can only see a head and a chin supported by two fists, which are covered with stiff red manes. The same red hair, a pinch hanging around, hanging from the top of the head to the forehead, blindfolded, didn't wash his face, and slept swollen.

([Su] A lame prince by Tolstoy and Selected Novels by Tolstoy, Volume I, p. 17 1 page)

At this time, Della's beautiful hair hung freely on her body, like a small brown waterfall, undulating and shining. Her hair hung down to her knees as if it were clothes for her.

(O. Henry; "The Gift of the Maggie" and "Selected Short Stories of O Henry", p. 3)

Except for baldness, he has a hard black hair, which stands irregularly on his head and spreads down, almost reaching his fat nose. This head seems to be the work of a blacksmith. It is not so much a furry head as a barrier covered with nails with pointed upward. Even those who are best at leapfrog dare not consider themselves the most adventurous people in the world.

(Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities, p. 13)

Seeing her hair will remind people that the gloom of the whole winter is not enough to make such a gloomy appearance. It is hidden on her forehead, like dusk in the dark, like sunset in the west.

([English] Hardy: The Return of the Native, p. 89)

If a person looks at this chestnut hair from behind, he will think it is a miracle and a mystery. This hair is covered with a tall hat with black otter skin, and a bunch of black feathers are inserted in the hat, which makes the hat taller. Under the hat is a lock of long hair, which is braided first, then twisted into a few big braid, and then coiled up, just like rushes woven on a basket. Making your hair like this, although a little primitive, is a rare example of exquisite art. Everyone knows that, so make it up. A good lock of hair can stand for a year, or at least for a whole month, and it won't spread out, but when it comes to sleep every day, this lock of good hair only stays for a whole day, and it has to be completely removed as usual, just like letting a successful work of art be inadvertently destroyed.