The story of composing hair

"Well, now please close your eyes and tell me, how long has it been since you had a haircut? Don't be embarrassed. " Today I'm going to tell a story about 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.

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The story of hair

When she came into the classroom last week, she said, teacher, can you put on 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. . . I have been crying. . . .

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.