Haircut composition 450 words

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Haircut composition 450 words 1 haircut is a good thing. It can keep us cool and it is convenient to wash our hair, but I am afraid of it. Please listen to me slowly.

On Saturday, my mother asked me to change clothes early, and then pretended to be mysterious and said to me, "Daughter, guess what we are going to do?" I quickly replied, "Go out for dinner." "No" "Ah, what's that?" "We're going to ... get a haircut." I cried in panic, "Ah!"

After a while, I was dragged to the devil's barber shop. I was relieved to see that there were not many people in the barber shop, but in a short time, there was no one. I sat up with a nervous mood and closed my frightened eyes.

"Click ..." was finished in a short time, but I haven't woken up from the nightmare, because what I'm afraid of is not when I cut my hair, but after I cut my hair. You must be thinking, shouldn't I be afraid of cutting my hair? Why after the cut? Actually, I'm not afraid of cutting my hair. Because once my boss didn't help me pat off my broken hair.

Don't take it off. Why? Those scum are behind my back. Running around makes me itch to death. I've been scratching my back, and then there are many red spots on my back. It hurts when you touch it. It seems to kill you. That's why you have this fear of cutting your hair.

After listening to my story, you will know why I am afraid! I am not a timid girl. But I was afraid of this at that time. It was really funny, but I'm not afraid now, because I'll ask my boss to get it for me. I may have been too scared before.

Two hours later, I thought: the barber's job is really good. I just need to brush my hair a few times, so I want to cut my hair myself.

One day, while my parents were away, I picked up scissors and cut my hair on both sides. Then I ran to the mirror happily, but the result surprised me: my hair was long and short. Some were put down, some stood up and became real "explosive heads". At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I thought it was beautiful, so I took the improvement material and squeezed it on my head. Red, green and yellow ... I wanted to dye my hair, but it turned into a bird's nest. Oh, no, it's more messy than a bird's nest.

Just as I was admiring my masterpiece with pride, my parents came back. They praised my "ability" and took me to the barber shop. I refused to care for my hair, but I was too weak to be dragged into the barber shop.

After leaving the store, I wanted to cut another "bird's nest", but my parents tried their best to dissuade me and kept me under strict supervision. Finally, I waited for a good chance to recreate the bird's nest hairstyle and was sent to the barber shop again.

At that time, I was very surprised at the incomprehension and aesthetic differences of adults.

As time went on, I gradually understood the absurdity and absurdity of the past, but I was also immersed in that young, ignorant, carefree and romantic childhood.

Oh, lovely childhood, ignorant childhood, interesting childhood, unforgettable childhood!

Today, because I watered the flowers in the classroom, I didn't take part in class exercises. I didn't expect to escape. Many students were "caught" because their hair was long and unqualified. Before I could feel lucky, the teacher said that the classmate who had just been arrested would go to the doorman Sun Quan for a haircut after class and prepare to count the number of people. I was so scared that I quickly got down and pretended to sleep, burying my head like an ostrich. It would be ridiculous if someone saw me now. I turned my face and saw Li Donghang also lowering his head and covering his face with a book. Sure enough, the teacher didn't find us, and I didn't dare to look up, so I lay down, the sun shone warmly on me, and soon fell asleep.

A few minutes before class, I woke up and went to eat. Keep thinking while eating, should we solve it quickly and then slip away, or eat slowly until class? However, I had to wash the dishes, so I quickly wiped the food off the bowl. I was going to talk to Li Donghang, but the teacher urged them to get a haircut at once. Suddenly I don't know who asked, "doesn't Li Donghang need a haircut?" I realized that the situation was not good, and sure enough, someone found out that I was a "fish that slipped through the net." I picked up the bowl and ran out at a sprint speed of 100 meters ... I had nothing to do with washing the bowl, so I had to lean against the windowsill in the corridor and stare blankly. After a while, Li Donghang came, and we decided to hang out at school until class. But in the end, I'm going to get a haircut. After all, I can't always give the teacher trouble. I told the teacher that my eldest brother had a haircut and I went to have a haircut after school. The teacher agreed.

Sure enough, it's better to face reality than to escape, but it's not bad to be stupid once in a while.

My heart exploded with excitement when I sat in the chair of the barber shop! Boom! "Jump, because I love to cut my hair.

Every few days, my mother will take me to get a haircut, and I am so happy that I can't sleep, waiting for that day every day; I don't know what strange hairstyle to cut. It's really wait and see.

That day, I walked into the barber shop with a heart full of expectation, excitement and hope. The owner of the barber shop is always smiling and affable. The barber shop is spotless and the floor is shiny, which makes people feel comfortable, bright and relaxed. I am happy to sit in the barber's chair, like a majestic king, ready to accept the gentlest and most caring service from my boss.

The boss took out his secret weapon-"samurai iron knife" and cut the gordian knot in my messy "black forest". The unruly weeds disappeared one by one, but some refused to give up and clung to them. The boss took out another powerful weapon-spray pipe, washed it, blew it, wiped it, and immediately changed his face, making people feel refreshed, cute and handsome!

After my mother paid the money, I deeply thanked the barber and left the barber's to get a haircut. I feel as relaxed as a golden cicada Every haircut gives me an unforgettable and satisfying haircut experience. Well done!

I have never had long hair, and I envy the girls who have long hair in our class. I finally grew my hair long, and my dream came true.

However, on Sunday morning, my father saw that my hair was too long and said to cut it off. Mother also echoed, on the grounds that she should not spend too much time combing her hair and braiding her hair. What shall we do? What shall we do?

I can't. My parents cannot live up to their fate. I have to go to the barber shop with my mother. The proprietress looked at it and said, "Do you want this hair cut?" As soon as I listened, I took my mother's hand and said, "Let's go!" "Mom said," No, cut it for her! " "So, the wife of shop-owner let the guys around me help me wash my hair. The way of washing hair here is different. I washed it lying down, feeling a little embarrassed. Ah! Finally finished washing, it's time for a haircut. The proprietress asked me to sit down first, and then cut it up and down, left and right with scissors. I don't understand how many hairs can be cut in this way. Then he took a knife and shaved my long hair at the back. While scraping, he said, "Don't worry, your mother and I are good friends and won't scratch you ugly." I thought after listening to it: I hope so.

Mom added, "shave a little more in the back." Ah! I stayed. I shaved very short in cold weather. Don't freeze me to death? How could my mother not listen? My aunt shaved me with something that shaved men's hair. How irritating! I saw a buzz and my hair clicked. Shaved hair seems to be crying, and some say, "I really don't want to leave you!" " " ; The hair left on my head seems to say, "It's a good thing I didn't leave!" " "I am really miserable. My dream of long hair came to nothing. The whole family just won't let me have long hair. This hair has been shaved 1 hour. I looked in the mirror and found that my hair became less and ugly.

When I got home, I went straight to the mirror and looked up, down and left. This is clearly a tomboy! Hey! Just be a tomboy.

Because I had been in cram school before, I didn't have much time to cut my hair, and my hair was already very long and messy. So this summer vacation, I was going to cut my hair, and my mother was going to take me to cut my hair, but on the way, my confused mother remembered that the ribs were still squatting at home and the fire was still on, so she gave me money to cut my hair alone.

I first came to a barber shop next to the supermarket. People come and go here, cars come and go, and business is really good. Only one person in this barber shop is busy cutting people's hair. She cut hair after hair. I waited in the barber shop for a long time, but it wasn't my turn, so I decided to change places.

I went to the barber shop opposite by myself. There are still as many people here as before, so I have to wait in line here.

Through the glass window, I found it was dark outside, and the street lamps on the road were turned on, becoming colorful and beautiful. There are more people rushing home on the road, and the road is crowded with people, which has become a sea of people.

I waited for a long time, and an aunt came up to me and asked me, "Little friend, do you want a haircut?" I nodded. Menstruation asked me again, "Do you wash your hair?" I hesitated and said, "Wash it!" So my aunt asked a sister to help me wash my hair and sat in a chair waiting for a haircut.

It wasn't long before it was my turn to get a haircut. My aunt's hands are very clever, and she soon trimmed my head. At this moment, my mother came to see me. My mother gave them money and we went home together, talking and laughing.

Haircut, I feel very light and comfortable!

I didn't do anything when I was 7 years old. From tearing off the toys on the table, to eating what's in the bowl and watching what's in the pot, to cutting my hair badly, I can't bear to gamble. I don't know how much I have done, and I can't count it. Speaking of which, three days and three nights. This time, I want to tell you my own hairstyle.

Once my mother took me to have my hair cut. I looked in the mirror and saw a lively little girl smiling at me. I was very satisfied and took my mother home.

Then, it is their own business. I looked in front of the mirror again, so I looked happily for a while, and suddenly a bunch of "kids" were very disobedient and even "ran" out. Based on the principle that "the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up", I combed my hair, hehe, that's more like it. Unexpectedly, the "kid" came out again, so I combed it again, and it "ran" and combed it again ... I picked up scissors in a rage and cut off the "kid" at once.

Look in the mirror again. I don't know if I don't see it, but I'm shocked if I see it. All right! This is a real mess. The silly girl in the mirror scared me to cry. My mother laughed when she heard the sound and saw my hairstyle. But when I saw my sad appearance, I quickly hugged me and said, "Baby, it's okay. My hair will grow out soon, and it's cuter!" " "When I heard this, I burst into tears and asked," Mom, is it really cuter than before? "

When I was a child, there were many stupid things. I won't do these stupid things now. But I still miss it.

450 words, 8 words for haircut. Where did the little hair in the mirror come from? I was shocked. It seems that if I don't trim my hair, I will really become a "savage of North America".

I obediently came to the barber's "a haircut" and saw a barber with yellow hair at a glance. Compared with him, wow, this is nothing at all. It is not too much to call him the "Golden Lion King". Seeing his strange picture, I quickly reminded him to help me cut it naturally, and don't exaggerate. Then how can I meet my teachers and classmates?

I saw that the yellow-headed barber first took out a piece of cloth, shook it quickly, and then surrounded me tightly. Then, he picked up the scissors and "clicked" and cut off the longest hair on my head. After a while, I only heard the sound of "whoops". It turned out that the barber ran amok on my head with a "lawn mower". It seems that the "weeds" on my head are too lush, and it is impossible to solve the problem quickly by hand. Look, in the mirror, the "lawn mower" is riding roughshod over my head. I am really worried that this "leafy" territory will become "a dime long" and become a monk. How is that possible? While staring at the mirror, I told the Golden Lion King to be merciful and not to go too far. The yellow-headed barber smiled and said, "Don't worry, my hairstyle is absolutely handsome, otherwise it won't be called a haircut!" " I have nothing to say but stare at the mirror.

"Well, go ahead!" The Lion King finally stopped. I looked in the mirror. Hey, it looks good. Not only refreshing, but also much more handsome than when I first came in. I made a face at the handsome guy in the mirror, and the "Lion King" always praised him for his good workmanship.

After washing, I walked out of the barber shop with my head held high, thinking to myself: I'll have my hair cut next time.

Every time I open the photo album and see those photos, I can't help but think of the photo with my hair cut. Although the photo was lost a few years ago, I once again entered the memory of my childhood.

I remember when I was five or six years old. Seeing a pair of scissors on the table, I felt very novel and tried it, but what should I do? I looked around, but I couldn't find anything. I can cut it. Then I had a brainwave, so I'd better cut my head off! I hid behind the door with scissors, facing the mirror, first cut off a few hairs in front of me, and then combed them with a comb from time to time. The hair in the front is almost cut, but I don't think it's perfect. I cut some hair at the back, and then I cut it again and again. Half an hour passed, and I found myself a little nun. I put down my scissors and walked out of the door. My parents couldn't help laughing. My mother said, "Take a picture of our silly daughter with a camera." Dad excitedly ran into the room, took out his camera and made me stand next to the motorcycle. With a click, the photo was taken. My parents' laughter made me feel ashamed. The photo was quickly developed, and I looked at my silly appearance and my face turned red again.

Later, whenever my mother opened the photo album, that photo was often my mother's laughing stock. Unfortunately, when my family moved, I couldn't find that photo. Perhaps, that photo is really lost forever. However, whenever I open the photo album, I can't help but think of it.

450 words 10 My hair is already very long, and it is very 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 in order to get a good hairstyle, I have to bend my arm for a long time, and my arm is sore and I haven't even combed my hair.

My mother and I discussed it many times and helped me make up my mind to let me cut my hair. At first, I strongly disagreed. How beautiful people's long hair is, why do you want to cut it? But my mother is an elder, so I just listened and reluctantly agreed. At the door of the barber shop, I lifted my heavy feet and walked into the barber shop step by step. "Who cut the hair?" The boss asked. I reluctantly raised my hand. The boss asked me to sit in the chair and smiled and said to me, "What kind of hair do you want to cut, little friend?" I said with great reluctance, "Cut the child's hair." No sooner had I finished than the boss skillfully started cutting. It hurts to watch your black hair fall to the ground! At first, I was a little afraid that the boss would accidentally cut my ear; Accidentally cut the meat again; I accidentally cut my hair with scissors, and my hair was not cut neatly, which turned me into an ugly guy ... Only after I cut it did I realize that my worry was unnecessary, and I was finally relieved. I looked in the mirror and changed my hairstyle. I'm cute.

I came home with light steps again, and my father almost didn't recognize me! I really look forward to the next haircut!

Hairdressing composition 450 words 1 1 Yesterday, my mother took me to get a haircut. I'm so happy! When I arrived at the barber shop, an uncle asked me what my name was, so I told him. My uncle said, "Go upstairs and wash your hair. Let your mother do it first. At the top, my mother finished washing, and it was my turn. My aunt washes my hair. Where's my mother? Wait for me in the seat, ah, finally finished washing, now I have to sit in the seat and rest. At this time, my aunt began to oil my mother's hair. As soon as I came up, it was hot left and cold right. How interesting! Mom wants to bake for a while after baking, so Aunt has to book 15 minutes again. If you don't move, it's time. Mom said, "Give it to Junyi, too!" Aunt said, "All right! "My aunt started to bake my hair. When I bake my hair, my head feels like it's on fire. It's too hot. I quickly called my aunt to help me stop it. My aunt said, "It will be over in two minutes. Two minutes later, the time is up. Aunt shampooed my mother and me. After washing, my mother waited for me in the seat. My uncle cut my hair and my hair. After cutting, I put on my coat and walked down. When we got to the bottom, my mother asked my uncle how much it cost to cut his hair! Uncle said: "it's free to cut Junyi's hair. You don't have to swipe your card to bake oil today." Mother said, "Thank you! Then let's go. " Uncle said, "Welcome next time! "

I didn't expect that cutting hair and baking oil was really a happy and interesting thing.

Haircut composition 450 words 12 Before the third grade, I always cut short hair that looks quiet and clever. But in the fourth grade, I was a little dissatisfied with my short hair when I saw that most of the female students in my class wore long ponytails. So, I began to protest to my mother.

Although my mother agreed, her answer was a little careless. Halfway through her hair, my mother yelled at me, "Oh dear! When shall I take you for a haircut? Look at your hair ... "I can still clearly remember my mother's promise to me! So he also shouted discontentedly, "Mom, didn't you say you wanted me to keep my hair?" Then I left by myself, leaving my mother in a daze.

When the fifth grade was about to start school, I suddenly thought of cutting off my hair that I had left for a year. The idea even shocked me, but I still didn't make up my mind to tell my mother, so I stuck my hair impatiently on my back all day.

We didn't go to military training because of bird flu in the fourth grade, so we were very happy when we heard that we could go to military training again in the fifth grade. But when I got home, my mother told me to go to military training quickly. And tying your hair is not good for a short time, and it is a waste of time, so it must be cut off. I was dumbfounded by surprise, and then I felt it made sense, so I cut my head and went to school the next day.

After coming back from military training, I changed again. Now I must have long hair. My hair is almost growing to my back now, but my mother still talks about cutting it all day. But I never said yes once. Sometimes my mother will guide me with sweet words, for example, I look better with short hair! Wait a minute. But I will also pretend not to hear, and I will object to my mother saying, "Your hair seems to need to be decorated!" " "But my mother pulled her hair and said," You can't ruin my beautiful hair ... "

Oh, my God.

Hairdressing composition 450 words 13 When I was a child, I was lively and lovely. An interesting story, like an interesting book, will make you laugh and cry.

I remember when I was five years old, I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was fat in vain, with big eyes and a small cherry mouth. The most special thing is my hair, which is long and curved. It really looks like a "foreign girl", but I don't like it very much.

That day, my mother took me home, and I went straight to my room with a whoosh. I looked at myself in the mirror and found that my bangs were not bent well. So I picked up the scissors smartly and cut off a little hair with a click. However, I kept fiddling with my hair, and it still didn't look good. Then, I couldn't bear to cut it off a little. After I finished, my hair was even weirder than before. I was very dissatisfied at first, but the more I cut it, the more scared I became. Suddenly, my mother called me, and I was frightened. I'm afraid my mother will scold me. I quickly picked up the glue and stuck the cut hair on my head, thinking that I could hide it. My mother came over and looked at me and said, "Xinxin, what's wrong with your head?" You ... "Before I finished, my mother touched it with her hand and my hair fell out. My mother saw that my hair was white. My mother asked, "What are you doing?" "I ... I cut my hair, so ... nice ...?" I asked nervously. My mother touched my hair, sticky and kept laughing. I turned red with anger. In the evening, my mother told her family about it, and everyone laughed. Finally, I had to cut a "mushroom head".

Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. I really miss the silly, lively and childish behavior at that time.

Today, my mother asked me to cut my hair again, because the "green grass" cut a few weeks ago suddenly became a "towering tree" I can't help shivering at the thought of scissors flying over my head. It's terrible.

I have never had long hair, and I am particularly envious when I see those girls with long hair in our class. I also want to have long hair, but my mother insists that I cut it short.

"Mom, let's not cut it, shall we?" "no! If you don't get a haircut, get up early every day! It doesn't matter, it can save me some money. " Mom said loudly. Well, I'm in a dilemma and have to cut.

The master did it. I just heard the sound of "sand, sand, sand" and suddenly felt "like rain". The cut hair seems to be crying and saying, "We really don't want to leave you." The hair left on my head seems to say, "It's a good thing we haven't left you." I'm not convinced to cut my hair. It crawled into my ear and neck like a little ant. I was about to reach out and grab it when the master snapped, "Don't move!" Hey, I just want my hand back. The thought of my master accidentally poking a hole in my head makes my scalp tingle.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished cutting it. The master told me to get up, so I quickly looked in the mirror carefully. Hey, I just cut my hair in the mirror. I am too lively. I look up, down, left and right. This is obviously a tomboy! Oh, that's all. Actually, it's good to be a tomboy.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I think if you expose a raw egg to the sun for 2-3 minutes, it will become a delicious cooked egg.

Mother said to me: it's so hot, your hair is long and thick. Just cut it and sell it. Mom, isn't this killing two birds with one stone? Why don't you let go of my hair? You are really a miser. I whispered something. But in retrospect, it makes sense to think about what my mother said. It's cool to cut it, but it will get longer after a long time, so I said helplessly, it's ok to cut it, but you can tie it again if you want. Mom nodded.

Seeing it slowly passing behind me, my mother had a handful of hair in her hand. I feel my hair is getting shorter and shorter. I asked my mother: Mom, where did you cut it? Don't cut it any more, I can't open it, I can't open it, tears in my eyes unconsciously flow down, and my plea is useless. My mother even threatened: if you cry again, I will cut off all your hair! I stopped crying at once, but my heart was still bleeding. When I heard the click, my heart was very painful, just like an arrow pierced my heart.

After cutting, I rushed to the mirror. In front of the mirror, I should have long hair fluttering, but now my short hair stands upright on my shoulders, and there are still tears on both sides of my cheeks. I can't open it, I can't open it, it's so short. I said sadly that I tied it in a hurry. It took me half an hour to finally tie it. However, as long as I move my tied hair, it will shake like the meat on a fat man and look strange and twisted.

My mother said while arranging her hair, I cut it short and sold less. If I know, I will become stronger and love money more. I won't cut it even if the knife rest is around my neck, so as not to cut it shorter than this time.