The composition of the fourth grade barber

In real life or work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition of the fourth grade haircut that I helped you organize. I hope it helps you.

Hairdressing composition 1 My mother is a simple person. She doesn't like going to the barber shop for a haircut. She often cuts herself with scissors in front of the mirror.

One day, my mother was preparing for a haircut, and an idea flashed through her mind: let me cut my mother's hair once. At my strong request, my mother finally agreed, and repeatedly told me: "Be careful, don't cut your scalp." I confidently said to my mother, "Don't worry." I took the scissors and newspaper from my mother and imitated my mother. I grabbed my hair with a newspaper in one hand and scissors in the other, but I really couldn't bear to look at the soft and slippery long black hair. I picked up scissors and cut them one by one along the tip of my hair. The broken hair was scattered in the newspaper. After each haircut, I comb my hair straight with a comb to see if it is cut neatly. If I find that a lock of hair is obviously longer than other hairs, I will continue to deal with it. My mother always asks anxiously when I stop cutting, "Oh, can you cut?" But my mother couldn't help me, so she had to take a book and pretend to be very involved. As for me, I'm sweating like a pig. At the end of the cut, I squinted and looked up at the overall effect, feeling that my hair was almost long. I asked my mother to try to tie up her hair. "Wow, what a nice cut." Mother touched her hair and smiled brightly. "I dare not underestimate you, and you will be my hairdresser in the future."

My mother listened, grinning from ear to ear, and said, "OK, I promise to make you satisfied."

One day, Dong Xiaofeng went to the barber shop for a haircut. Walking into the barber shop, there are no customers. He was about to go out when a voice came and Dong Xiaofeng got a fright. Looking back, the barber stood behind him.

"Do you want a haircut?"

Dong Xiaofeng just came to his senses and said, "Yes." The barber picked up the barber's machine, swept it hard in the east wind, cut the longest hair short, and hit the barber's machine at the hair above two ears. In an instant, the black fur ball fell off.

Dong Xiaofeng was frightened by these behaviors for a long time, but the barber did not hesitate to pick up the scissors and cut them in the spotlight of Dong Xiaofeng. Scissors grazed his ears and lost a little hair.

Dong Xiaofeng looked at himself, his face was covered with hair, and his hairstyle was like a pile of hair. The barber swept his head again with scissors, and in a short time, he became a smooth bald head.

Dong Xiaofeng was dumbfounded, but the barber said, "What do you think? You are satisfied with your hairstyle. You don't have to wash your hair anymore. "

For the sake of the barber's face, Dong Xiaofeng reluctantly paid the money and walked out of the barber's shop. Dong Xiaofeng is very upset: my hair, my hair, in the future, I have to wear a small broken hat to school.

Dong Xiaofeng walked out of the store and suddenly looked up at the sign. When it was written "Welcome to Bald Barber Shop", Dong Xiaofeng suddenly collapsed at the door of the store. ...

Once, I went to a barber shop called Shouyi for a haircut. This time, I was reluctant because I was afraid that the strange barber would hurt me.

It's time for a haircut. The barber hears "Wow!" Hey! "Terrible hair clipper, quickly slipped through my hair, and my hair floated down like leaves. I looked at myself in the mirror, and then my hair became shorter. At this time, the barber picked up extremely sharp scissors, clicked a dozen times above my eyes, and then dropped a thin hair, for fear that it would plunge into the eyeball like an arrow; I am afraid that my hair will fall into my nostrils, I can't open my eyes and I can't breathe, which leads to "nose hair".

It will soon be the turn to cut the "neck hair". Although I can't see with my head down, I can feel the barber picking up sharp scissors and starting to "operate" on the hair on my neck. Scissors rub against my neck, sometimes a little comfortable, sometimes itchy, really uncomfortable.

Finally, it's my turn to comb my hair in the most painful way. The barber picked up the duster and patted me on the head first, which gave people a very refreshing feeling. However, as I expected, there was a "continuous slap in the face". The duster slapped me, one on the left and the other on the right. I didn't know what to do.

Today, my mother and I happily drove to Aunt Duan's house to play. As soon as we entered the room, we smelled the smell of food. It turns out that my aunt has already prepared delicious food for us!

After dinner, suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the bathroom. I found the sound and ran to see it. It turned out that Aunt Duan was giving Grandpa a haircut!

I never knew my aunt would cut my hair. When my mother saw this, she had a whim to ask my aunt to cut my hair, too. My heart almost fell into the abyss at that time. I don't want to be taro watermelon anymore!

But aunt put me on the bench without saying a word. At that time, I felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. The hair clipper buzzes on my head like a bee, but my falling hair flies in the air like a black butterfly. It was not until my aunt said that she had cut her classmates' hair since she entered the sports school that I completely put my heart into my stomach.

It didn't take me long to finish it. I looked in the mirror with trepidation. When I saw it, I was shocked, dozens of times higher than my mother's craft! I think my mother should learn to cut hair from Aunt Duan, so as not to use my head as a "test field". Mom joked that she could save a cleaning fee in the future. There are ready-made barbers here!

I really hope my hair will grow up soon, so that my aunt can help me cut a more handsome hairstyle.

Did you see a young, handsome and fashionable barber at first sight? No, she's just my old grandmother.

According to my mother, grandma has been in this business for more than 30 years. Her barber shop is located in a small shop near the old food market in Jishigang, less than seven square meters. Although small, it is a good place for neighbors to eat on weekdays.

This barber shop regularly serves the elderly who are lonely and unpaid every month. If you meet elderly people with physical disabilities, grandma will take the initiative to give them home service. I remember that once Grandma Wang of Mingxin Community wanted to go to Grandma's shop for a haircut, but she was ill in bed and couldn't get out. When grandma learned that, she immediately closed the shop, took the haircut tools and went straight to grandma Wang's house. When I arrived at grandma Wang's house, grandma got everything ready first, and then grandma helped Wang sit in an armchair, patiently and meticulously cutting here and there, chatting while cutting. People who don't know think they are sisters!

Grandma at home is never angry, and she is also very filial to her in-laws. When the couple celebrate their birthdays, grandma will definitely invite some young people to cook some delicious food, so that they can have a warm and unforgettable time.

Grandma also applied to join the volunteers in Mingruo community and went to the town nursing home to give free haircuts to the old people. The old people there didn't take her as their own daughter at all!

I love you-grandma, the most beautiful hairdresser in my heart!

Everyone should get a haircut, but it's the first time I've watched a haircut so carefully in my life. Because I will attend a reporter's activity tomorrow, my hair is too long now, so I decided to let my mother take me to have a haircut. As soon as I finished eating, I couldn't wait to drag my mother to the barber shop diagonally opposite our house.

Hairdressing should go through four processes: washing hair, cutting hair, punching and drying. When I arrived at the barber shop, a beautiful girl took me to the shampoo pool to wash my hair. I don't want to use shampoo because I just took a shower.

I started to get a haircut. I sat in the chair and saw the barber coming with a bag. Although the bag is not big, it can hold all kinds of things, including scissors, combs, nail clippers and other hairdressing tools. He put a haircut on me first, then took out the barber scissors and comb from his bag and cut them carefully. Cut and cut, the head is comfortable, where is the neck? It was wrapped in the cloth of the barber shop. I can hardly breathe.

The barber pushed the scissors for a while, then switched to ordinary scissors and began to cut again. Before long, he changed another kind of scissors. I wonder why the barber changed the scissors so many times. The barber's uncle replied with a smile: "The first scissors cut off all the hair as soon as they are cut, and the second scissors have serrations and only cut the protruding parts, not the recessed parts." "Ah, so that's it!" I think. A small hairstyle has such great significance!

On Sunday, my mother asked me to get a haircut, which reminded me of an interesting childhood story.

It was in the first grade, I went to my grandmother's house to play, and my grandmother told me to go to bed at noon. Just lying down, a flash of purple light blinded me. Walking down, I saw a string of purple eggplants hanging on the open space outside the window. They sparkled in the sun, but the leaves were disappointing, and their heads drooped and turned yellow. When I saw it, I was very unhappy. I immediately took a pair of scissors and cut off all the leaves with three, five and two "clicks". Now that the eggplant is bald, I think it should be cooler. I smiled and said to eggplant, "eggplant, eggplant, I have turned you all into monks." You should learn your skills well and protect yourself from pests. "

Then I didn't want to sleep, so I went to the living room to watch TV. After a while, grandpa came back. He grabbed my ear and went out without saying anything. Outside, he pointed to the eggplant and said angrily, "Did you do this?" I quickly said, "I'm shearing the eggplant." They are dying of heat. " Grandpa turned anger into laughter and patiently explained to me, "Isn't it easier to dry eggplant without the shelter of leaves?" I'm confused when I hear it.

The next day, the eggplant really hung its head one by one, and it was no longer arrogant.

Now I know that I can't cut the hair of plants indiscriminately, so I'd better cut it.