Shampooing one's father or mother is 400 words.

Tonight, my mother said she wanted to wash her hair, so I volunteered to help her wash it. Usually my mother washes my hair, and now it's time for me to be filial to my mother.

To start, I rolled up my sleeves and brought a square stool to the bathroom. Then I poured a basin of hot water on the square stool. Then I sat my mother down and combed her hair to the front. When I started to wash my hair, I asked my mother to lower her head, hold her head in one hand and rub water on her head with a towel in the other until her hair was completely soaked. Then, I squeezed some shampoo on my hand, slowly applied it to my mother's hair, and then gently rubbed it. Oh, my mother's head is all white and her hands are full of bubbles. I washed my hair almost and began to scratch my mother's head again. My mother even said, "Comfortable! Comfortable! " I am filled with joy.

It is estimated that my hair has been washed clean, and I started to wash my mother with water again. I first put half a basin of steaming water in the washbasin, and then soaked my mother's hair in the water and washed it repeatedly. Because my mother has a big head and long hair, but the washbasin is very small, which has caused great trouble for me to wash my mother's hair. I can only wash around the square stool, but I still splash a lot of water droplets. In order not to get water into my ears, I carefully washed them behind my mother's ears. I washed it four times over and over again, until I saw that the water in the basin was clean, and I ended my shampoo with confidence.

Who knows, washing my mother's hair actually made me addicted. At this time, my mother gave me another chance-let me dry her hair, and I readily agreed. When we came to the bedroom, I set the hair dryer to "strong wind", and then I dried and combed my mother's hair bit by bit from top to bottom and from front to back. Looking at my mother's clean hair and satisfied smile, my heart is full of joy.