Composition about hair cutting in childhood

In ordinary daily life, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. So how is a general composition written? The following is a composition about hair cutting in childhood that I compiled for you (selected 3 articles). You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Essay about hair cutting in childhood 1

In my childhood, there were many interesting things. For example, when I watched a movie for the first time, I smiled and said to my mother, this TV is so big! For example, on Christmas Day, I asked my mother with great anticipation, what gift would Santa Claus give me? These questions are interesting, but I think the funniest thing is the silly thing I did when I was five years old and cut Barbie's hair.

That year was summer. Because the weather was too hot, my mother cut off her long black hair. I looked left and right, and I thought they all looked good: "Mom, this hair style is so cool! But if you cut your long hair, will your hair not grow back?" My mother smiled and replied, "Silly. "My child, my hair can grow even after it's cut!" "Oh!" I answered absentmindedly, but I was thinking about a "huge" project: cutting Barbie's hair to look like her mother's!

That afternoon, when my parents weren’t paying attention, I started to “work” seriously. I carefully took a pair of scissors and imitated a barber. I first picked up a strand of hair and gestured up and down, left and right for a long time before cutting off a strand. I don’t know how long it’s been, ha! The "project" is finally completed! I "tasted" my first masterpiece carefully, but I felt that the cut was not very good and the length was a bit uneven, so I asked my mother: "Mom, how can I make my hair grow faster?" "Wash it more often." Wash your hair and it will grow faster!" Mom said, touching my head.

So, I actively washed Barbie’s hair every day. After a while, my mother's long hair grew back, but my Barbie's hair didn't grow at all. I cried and said to my mother: "Mom, I have worked hard for three months and washed her longer and more frequently than you did. Why doesn't her hair grow at all?" Mom understood the reason and laughed. : "Barbie is not a person! Only people can grow hair!" Oh! That’s what happened! I smiled sheepishly.

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and moon fly like a shuttle. Six years later, I would never do something stupid like that again. But every time I think about this interesting thing, I feel very funny. Think about it, I will definitely become a hairdressing master when I grow up! Ha ha! Essay 2 about hair cutting in childhood

Time flies and I grow up slowly, but I still can’t forget the silly things I did when I was a child. I can’t help laughing when I think about it. I remember one time, my mother took me to the supermarket to buy things. I passed by a barber shop and saw an aunt cutting the hair of an older sister. My hands felt itchy, so I said to my mother: "Mom, I want to see that aunt." Get your hair cut, you go shopping first! I'll wait for you here." My mother agreed, and I walked into the barber shop and sat quietly on a small chair. Look! How proud that aunt is! Cut other people's hair however you want. I was stunned. At this time, an uncle in the barber shop saw me and asked: "Kid, are you here to get a haircut?" "No." "No? Then what are you doing here! Get out quickly. "The uncle said loudly, I was startled and ran out of the barber shop, "Humph, what's so big!" I said in my heart. When I got home, I thought of the aunt's majestic look when she was getting her hair cut. Suddenly, I thought of my neighbor's little sister, Lingling. I quickly ran downstairs, where my little sister was playing on the swing. I ran to her side and said, "Lingling, can you help me cut my hair?" "How?" Lingling looked confused. "Do you want to be as beautiful as a princess?" "Really?" "Okay! Okay!"

Lingling happily agreed. I imitated that aunt, holding a comb in my left hand, scissors in my right hand, and wrapped a towel around Lingling's body.

"Cough! Cough!" The barber's work began. First, I untied Lingling's hair tie, combed it with a comb a few times, and started to cut it. I thought that as long as I cut my hair, I would become beautiful. I first cut Lingling's hair. The top layer of hair was cut off, and then the layers were cut. Watching handfuls of long hair fall to the ground, I was a little scared again. After cutting, I held the mirror for Lingling to take a look. Suddenly, Lingling said, "Ah! Sister, who is the person in the mirror?" "Of course it's you." "Wow... wow..." Suddenly Lingling said burst into tears. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" I asked anxiously, "I... am so ugly... ugh." When I looked at it, my God, what is going on! Lingling's hair was cut like this by me. It was only then that I realized that I had gotten myself into trouble. That day, I was taught a lesson by my mother. Since then, this stupid thing has been imprinted in my mind. Essay 3 about hair cutting in childhood

Childhood is a movie-like memory, childhood is a poem of memories, childhood is a big tree full of memories. In my childhood, a pink gem-like book appeared in the sky, because there were many memories hidden in that book.

I remember when I was six years old, one day, the weather was very good, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was blue, like freshly washed blue crystal. My parents went to work, and I stayed at home, thinking: If I cut my hair beautifully, my mother will be happy when she comes back.

That day, Ding Ding, my mother received a call. The company was having a meeting! My mother said to me softly, "Baby, I have something to do at work temporarily. I will come back later. You can stay at home for a while." As soon as my mother left, I hurriedly took out the scissors from the drawer and took out my mother's exquisite makeup mirror. I thought to myself, "I must cut my hair beautifully." I was looking in the mirror, cutting my hair, and humming a self-composed song; I was a little barber, and I had great haircutting skills; I also turned on the TV, and cut my hair, and watched TV at the same time. I was cutting while watching TV, and I was cutting and cutting. When I felt that it was almost done, I picked up the mirror and looked at it, "Oh!" My hair cut turned out to be a mess, just then. Boom, boom, boom! ! ! Mom is back, what should I do? what to do? I nervously picked up a towel and wrapped my hair. My mother asked me, "What's wrong with you?" My mother skillfully took the towel off my head and looked at my 'masterpiece'. She laughed loudly. I lowered my head and looked at my mother embarrassedly. As a result, it took me half a month to raise the uneven hair. The bangs return to their original shape.

For this matter, the pink book that shines in the sky of my memory is full of memories and beauty. I will never forget this incident. Every time I think of it, it makes me feel the fun and taste of childhood.