Like to listen to the voice of shear thinning, friction with the hair, bringing the excitement nerve, beautiful hair thinning, will also be years, thin it.
walk in the park alone, feeling very nice, which enjoy the feeling of youth, is the brightest sign of young girls. In youth, I always so innocent, so happy, in my eyes, youth is a never passing scenery, I can indulge in the youth's time in dreaming, Liuzhuokoushui, always do not have to wake up.
However, when the light is passing away, little by little I realized that the mountain, how long, there will be the end of the road, no matter how wide, there will be fork. Not to mention the people? We can not know the length of their lives, and if human life is the most minor things in the universe,
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I do not like the cut of the head, and all doing the princess dream girl, like keep the long, beautiful black hair, waiting for the arrival of the beloved prince. Almost every time, to the barber shop,
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vaguely remember the days,
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look at my hair cut like her grandmother, for her elderly, it is a sign of my growing up, it seems, my grandmother than I enjoy the process, then I always looked at Grandma, indeed, Grandma's hair was gray and white, little me,
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However, the grandmother cut the years, gone -
perhaps, Grandma paid too much for me, I later realized, I am at the barber shop, the train cut the tender is childhood, and her grandmother, in life, cut the time it is paid.
rainy, humid air reveal the atmosphere everywhere, mingled with the fragrance of the earth, and I leaned against the windowsill on the hand holding a cup of fragrant tea that is my favorite chocolate, very strong, very pure , the above is also suffused with a layer of white foam light, clever cover up the original black chocolate.
Later, I left my grandmother, came to the bustling metropolis, and his mother live together. At that time, the mother sent the original completed a short neat smooth, black hair, the mother is very beautiful, always so rosy smile, eyes back, will naturally not forming a line narrowed gradually pull back Finally, there have been many small branches.
I always thought, the mother will always be so young, so brilliant, but I always deliberately ignored, some things, such as time, cut off, never come back.
on the elementary school, I grew a long hair, save as cook, bar in the back, in fact, I would not braids, most of the time, or mother to help me tie, and mother's hand is very clever, she will always be very neatly I think the tough rubber band tied up, and then, he kept cried, nagging: Mother would look at his work, slightly laughed, smiled when his mother would ineffectively lip, upper lip turned up unconscious, red and white, like the lipstick did not help spread the same.
even if my hair was too long, to the barber shop as usual, or the number of times, my mother always find it an excuse to cajole me to the barber shop, that is to trim the ends, it seems to me at the time, the mother is want my hair cut short, for me, that's something to my life, I take for granted that, not a hair, to live, probably, all the girls my age are like that. But almost every time, the face of the mother's Ruanmoyingpao, I will obediently compromise, reluctant to barber shop,
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those days, for me, cut off the rebellion, is youth, but, no matter how you cut, the mother's love, will, over time, more and more deep and close.
rain has been coming to form a huge rain curtain, I like to see rain, rain, translucent, transparent, wet leaves, wet roof, wet period of wasted years.
proved, even cut my hair, I can still happily alive. At that time, the read Variety Sakura, was hooked on that delicate, elegant to short hair, after school, my gestures in the window, imagining that I could go to the magic world, so, they bang, took her to a haircut, Oh, that one, how happy my mother, in her view, her baby daughter has finally hang of it. That was elementary school, the only time, went to the barber shop on their own initiative.
in the process of cutting the head and did not think the process is so painful and shameful, in my little heart, but rather the unprecedented expectations and satisfaction. Then I realized -
reality and dreams, will always be very different.
because this head, short hair, I hate starting a school, the students hate me rise to a pole and I can not hit the side of eight children's feelings, low self-esteem.
it, so I began to think, what is right, can be implemented, good results can be obtained after the implementation of the. Do anything, you need to pay for that, perhaps, it is bitter, bitterly painful, but it is a lifetime of wealth. That the sharp scissors, cut the impulse, caprice, left to me, is rational, is thinking.
gradually, gradually, the rain stopped, came a chill in the air still and lonely, and more heavy smell of the soil up,
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I grew up, went to the best season of life, I know, anything, because there must be a fruit, closely related to things in the world, the Creator has given us the beautiful but fragile lives, we must learn to value, so that the life of the scissors, cut off the valuable things.
like Paul's words: human life should be spent this way: When he looks back, he did not regret for wasted years, not because of mediocrity and Xiufen. We need to cherish their time and treasure for our selfless and giving.
Now, on the high school, I have to follow the school rules, finally cut his hair grow long, I am surprised to find that when you are in a normal environment, doing the people and the environment do the same thing, no one would think there is anything wrong, as if this is popular, but, when you take the same thing, to another environment, to do,
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not accompanied by her grandmother, not mother's persuasion, I can be alone to the barber shop, for a place, sit down, quietly waiting for the arrival of the barber, not reluctant, not capricious, but rather a calm and quiet, I have been able to face the loss of generous and have, in the face of social, life's challenges.
cut period of years, forever stuck in the past.
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