Hairdressing composition 1 The whole family is ready. The air is filled with gunpowder, like a battlefield. The air is so quiet that I can't hear anything. Everyone looked at his brother with all kinds of electrical appliances in their hands.
My brother's eyes kept rolling, as if he were running away from something-the last thing he wanted to do was to get a haircut. He was at a loss at once and fled everywhere. Mom ran and shouted, "Never mind, come here quickly! I promise not to cut my hair! " My brother didn't buy it, ran away, and covered his hair tightly, making a gesture of "holding his head", as if he knew that he was going to have his hair cut soon. This gesture made everyone laugh.
Very close! Very close! Mom is only five feet away from her brother ... four feet ... three feet ... two feet ... I silently cheered for my brother: "Don't let mom catch you!" " "I say this because my mother's haircut skills-as we all know-are very poor. Anyway, my brother was finally caught.
Finally, very sad, my brother started to cut his hair. He was unwilling to cry loudly, which made people feel pity immediately.
But no matter how he resisted, his hair was cut. I saw my mother coaxed him, took out a razor and began to shave his head. Mother grabbed her brother's hair first, then took a razor and shaved it off. But sometimes I accidentally cut my hair a little too much, which makes my brother's head "pit".
Finally I shaved my head. My brother's mouth is drooping as if he were unhappy-no wonder his head was shaved into potatoes. We burst out laughing.
"My brother's head is so ugly!" "Mom's craftsmanship is too bad!" "Brother's hair, at sixes and sevens! Mom's craftsmanship sucks! " ..... What a magical craft!
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I think if you expose a raw egg to the sun for 2-3 minutes, it will become a delicious cooked egg.
Mother said to me: it's so hot, your hair is long and thick. Just cut it and sell it. Mom, isn't this killing two birds with one stone? Why don't you let go of my hair? You are really a miser. I whispered something. But in retrospect, it makes sense to think about what my mother said. It's cool to cut it, but it will get longer after a long time, so I said helplessly, it's ok to cut it, but you can tie it again if you want. Mom nodded.
Seeing it slowly passing behind me, my mother had a handful of hair in her hand. I feel my hair is getting shorter and shorter. I asked my mother: Mom, where did you cut it? Don't cut it any more, I can't open it, I can't open it, tears in my eyes unconsciously flow down, and my plea is useless. My mother even threatened: if you cry again, I will cut off all your hair! I stopped crying at once, but my heart was still bleeding. When I heard the click, my heart was very painful, just like an arrow pierced my heart.
After cutting, I rushed to the mirror. In front of the mirror, I should have long hair fluttering, but now my short hair stands upright on my shoulders, and there are still tears on both sides of my cheeks. I can't open it, I can't open it, it's so short. I said sadly that I tied it in a hurry. It took me half an hour to finally tie it. However, as long as I move my tied hair, it will shake like the meat on a fat man and look strange and twisted.
My mother said while arranging her hair, I cut it short and sold less. If I know, I will become stronger and love money more. I won't cut it even if the knife rest is around my neck, so as not to cut it shorter than this time.
Haircut composition 3 "Jiahe, cut your hair later!" "
"Great, let's go now!"
Do you know why I am so happy? I tell you, before, my mother cut my hair, which was "weird". Sometimes it's an inverted triangle, sometimes it's a "swallow's tail" ... Today, I went to the barber shop for a haircut. Besides, it is so hot in summer that it will be cooler to cut off the cotton cap on your head.
When I arrived at the barber shop, I pulled my mother's skirt: "How about cutting it?"
"Just cut the flower heads." Mom said to me and the barber.
I saw the barber "crack" with scissors a few times, cut the bangs neatly to cover his forehead, and cut the rest of his hair neatly to cover his ears, and the outline came out. It turns out that "flower head" is just hair like a doll! It looks cute.
Then, the barber rolled his hair in with a hair dryer, and the wind scratched my neck. I couldn't help shrinking my neck and scared the barber. The barber also "repaired" me with a clip and sponge. I look brand-new in the mirror. I am a porcelain doll.
I flew home like a swallow. When I met Ma Wei's father on the road, he blurted out, "Ah, good spirit!" " "
I want to play a trick on my father and rush into the room to say hello to my father: "Hello, uncle!" " "He paused and then smiled." Why did you cut the toilet seat? "
Hey, he played a trick on me!
As long as I say I want to get a haircut, I will be excited and in high spirits, because I can change a cool and comfortable hairstyle again! So I like to-get my hair cut.
Every day before, I feel full of expectation and joy. Although I don't know what strange hairstyle to cut, my eager heart is really impatient!
The next day, the oriental fish-belly was white, and my heart burst out happily like popcorn. Finally, when it was time to open a shop, I walked into the barber shop. The owner of the barber shop always gives his guests the best first impression, and his attitude is very amiable. The floor of the barber shop is spotless and clean, the walls are evenly painted and the service is thoughtful. I am excited to sit in a noble chair, like a king sitting on a throne, ready to accept the gentlest and most intimate "repair" from my boss.
The boss picked up the "lawn mower" and I staggered there. "Black Forest", gently trimmed, some unruly hair fell to the ground, my heart began to beat with joy, and my whole head was light. Finally, the boss took out his weapon-washbasin, washed it, blew it and wiped it, and I immediately changed my head. Although it has become a bit silly, it looks very eye-catching!
Mom paid the money, I thanked the barber and left the barber shop. I also had an unforgettable experience, cutting my hair, holding hands with my mother and jumping lightly on my way home.
Haircut composition 5 "Ding, Ding ..." "Hello, whose mobile phone is it?" I picked up the phone as I thought. It turned out to be my mother. After answering the phone, I excitedly said to my father, "Dad, mom asked us to help her prune the pomegranate tree. By the way, what is pruning? "
Dad said cheerfully, "You haven't figured out what pruning is. What are you so happy about? "
"Oh, tell me about pruning!"
"Pruning is to cut off the extra twigs on the trunk."
"Then why trim it?" I'll get to the bottom of it.
"Pruning is to make trees grow healthier and bear bigger and sweeter fruits in the second year."
I can't wait to say, "Then let's go quickly."
"ok!" Dad readily agreed.
There is a square yard in front of the big mother's house, surrounded by dense "osmanthus tree fence" There are cherry trees, plum trees and cycads in the yard, and pomegranate trees occupy the largest area. It has a thick trunk with a bowl mouth. The trunk is bare and messy, and some rotten pomegranate fruits are hung under the branches.
As soon as mother saw us arrive, she took out a saw, two scissors and a ladder more than two meters high. I tried to climb the ladder, but my father stopped me. He said: "Pruning is not only a physical activity, but also a technical activity. You should pay attention to what you want to cut and what you don't need to cut. You watch first. " After that, my father climbed the ladder and worked hard, while I collected the chopped branches on the ground.
After more than an hour, the pomegranate tree's "hair" was neatly cut by his father, and the branches were branches, which looked much fresher. I think pomegranate tree must be very grateful to its barber-my father!
Every time my hair is too long, I have to live in fear and concern. Because once my mother finds out, I will be tied up by my gentle mother and put on the shelf, and taken to the barber shop to do what I hate most-"cutting my hair."
With an angry heart, I walked into a clean and spotless barber shop. The proprietress of the barber shop always has a beaming and overjoyed expression. The attitude makes people feel very kind and makes me happy, but I still don't like "haircut"!
When a barber, like a martial arts expert, uses a sharp and horrible Swiss knife professionally and gently, he does not hesitate to wave at my dense "weeds". In a short time, thousands of poor little bodies were struggling for the last time on the original crystal-clear tile floor.
I looked at the floor, and almost all of it was my bright black hair. At this time, the proprietress smiled and asked, "Do you want to donate your hair? Your hair is very good! " I thought to myself, "donating a little hair is also a good thing." So the proprietress helped me make my hair into a wig and sold it to people in need.
Just then, I suddenly felt my neck itch, and the proprietress took my hand and took me to the place where I washed my hair. Washing, washing, wiping and blowing make me look brand-new and radiant. Really comfortable!
After my mother paid the money, we walked out of the barber shop, and my heavy ponytail became lighter, so light that I felt like flying. But my mother said I looked like a beautiful little princess because I cut off my sister's head. That year, I cut a hairstyle that I will never forget!
Hair is already very long, and it is very troublesome to wash it every time. It takes a lot of time to clean it up. When it comes to combing your hair, you will spend a lot of time combing it. Sometimes in order to get a good hairstyle, I have to bend my arm for a long time, and my arm is sore and I haven't even combed my hair.
My mother and I discussed it many times and helped me make up my mind to let me cut my hair. At first, I strongly disagreed. How beautiful people's long hair is, why do you want to cut it? But my mother is an elder, so I just listened and reluctantly agreed. At the door of the barber shop, I lifted my heavy feet and walked into the barber shop step by step. "Who cut the hair?" The boss asked. I reluctantly raised my hand. The boss asked me to sit in the chair and smiled and said to me, "What kind of hair do you want to cut, little friend?" I said with great reluctance, "Cut the child's hair." No sooner had I finished than the boss skillfully started cutting. It hurts to watch your black hair fall to the ground! At first, I was a little afraid that the boss would accidentally cut my ear; Accidentally cut the meat again; I accidentally cut my hair with scissors, and my hair was not cut neatly, which turned me into an ugly guy ... Only after I cut it did I realize that my worry was unnecessary, and I was finally relieved. I looked in the mirror and changed my hairstyle. I'm cute.
I came home with light steps again, and my father almost didn't recognize me! I really look forward to the next haircut!
Hairdressing Composition 8 In the memory of growing up, some people and a story … are often unforgettable. For example, I have an unforgettable story.
I remember at that time, I was still in kindergarten. That day, the whole class had an origami class in the cool and quiet classroom. We did a good job, and suddenly a classmate stood up and said, "Who dares to cut my hair?" He looked at us proudly and saw that we were silent. He smiled and said, "Haha, dare not, coward!" " "
I vaguely heard something from this sentence. I curled my lips, looked up at his triumphant smile and said, "Anyone dares to cut your hair, but you dare not cut ours!" " "
"Really? Then you try! " As he spoke, he turned his head to us. "Cut and cut!" So, I quickly picked up scissors and cut them unceremoniously on his head, just like a hungry wild horse, chewing the thick grass on the grassland. Suddenly, he lost a tenth of his hair and exposed the wasteland. I proudly watched, just want to continue to have a good haircut. Suddenly I found a drop of liquid on the table, which turned into two drops, three drops, four drops ... Ah, tears, and then it turned into a "downpour", and the crying attracted everyone's attention. Soon, the teacher came-a classmate who likes to snitch has told the teacher the ins and outs of this matter. So, the teacher called us both to apologize to each other or stay in the classroom after school. So we apologized to each other.
The next day, we became inseparable friends again.
Now that I am a primary school student and have grown up, this matter has been rippling in my "memory bank".
One day after dinner, my father wiped his mouth, put down his bowl and said, "I went out for a haircut."
I turn on the TV and open the animal world. I just watched it for five minutes, and my father came back, hey! How fast! I asked my father, "How did you come back so soon today?" Dad said, "It's closed today! I have to get a haircut another day. Hey, look at that one on my head, it's too long and ugly! " .
I said shrewdly, "Let me try!" I pleaded. Dad didn't agree or object, so I quickly found tools, scissors, combs and razors.
I have a comb in my left hand and scissors in my right. I saw a handful of hair on my father's head. I fixed the lock of hair with a comb, picked up the scissors and clicked. This lock of hair is much shorter. But the hair around seems a little long. So I waved scissors and cut my long hair again. Every time I cut a pinch short, the other pinch will be exposed. I had to keep cutting, and the top grew taller, so I cut it. When the bottom grows, cut the bottom, and when the left grows, cut the left side; The right side is long, cut the right side ... I am busy.
Just then, a scream came from my ear: "Shen Aihua, your hair!" " "Mother shouted in surprise.
I was shocked and dropped my scissors. Father immediately ran to the bathroom and saw his hair, some long, some short, some thick and some thin. Dad almost fainted.
It has been a long time, but every time I think about it, I can't help laughing.
Haircut composition 10 My hair is already very long. It's troublesome to wash your hair every time. It takes a lot of time to clean it up. When you comb your hair, it takes a lot of time to comb it. Sometimes the arm is sore after combing for a long time, and the hair has not been combed yet. Think about this kind of long hair is really a burden. So, I just want to have my hair cut, which saves me a lot of trouble.
Once, when my mother was happy, I said this idea. At first, my mother refused, saying that long hair looked good and advised me not to cut it. She also said that it's hard to grow back after you cut it. However, my mind has been made up. No matter what my mother says, I just want to cut it. After my repeated pleading, my mother agreed to my request. I'll strike while the iron is hot and ask my mother to take me to cut it at once. It happened that my mother was free that day, so she took me to the barber shop to have my hair cut. It happens to be empty. When the barber saw me go in, he immediately washed my hair and let me sit in a chair and cut my hair short. It didn't take long for my hair to get shorter in the barber's hands. I feel like a different person.
When I got home, grandma said that she almost didn't know me. The next day, I came to school and walked into the classroom. My classmates all looked at me with strange eyes. I walked to my seat, and many students gathered around me and asked me, "Don't you feel bad about cutting your hair short?" "You cut your hair so short that we didn't recognize it." I answered all of them. They just left my surroundings, and I just felt much more relaxed.
Hairdressing composition 1 1 I was lively and lovely when I was a child. An interesting story, like an interesting book, will make you laugh and cry.
I remember when I was five years old, I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was fat in vain, with big eyes and a small cherry mouth. The most special thing is my hair, which is long and curved. It really looks like a "foreign girl", but I don't like it very much.
That day, my mother took me home, and I went straight to my room with a whoosh. I looked at myself in the mirror and found that my bangs were not bent well. So I picked up the scissors smartly and cut off a little hair with a click. However, I kept fiddling with my hair, and it still didn't look good. Then, I couldn't bear to cut it off a little. After I finished, my hair was even weirder than before. I was very dissatisfied at first, but the more I cut it, the more scared I became. Suddenly, my mother called me, and I was frightened. I'm afraid my mother will scold me. I quickly picked up the glue and stuck the cut hair on my head, thinking that I could hide it. My mother came over and looked at me and said, "Xinxin, what's wrong with your head?" You ... "Before I finished, my mother touched it with her hand and my hair fell out. My mother saw that my hair was white. My mother asked, "What are you doing?" "I ... I cut my hair, so ... nice ...?" I asked nervously. My mother touched my hair, sticky and kept laughing. I turned red with anger. In the evening, my mother told her family about it, and everyone laughed. Finally, I had to cut a "mushroom head".
Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. I really miss the silly, lively and childish behavior at that time.
Hairdressing composition 12 I usually go to the barber shop for a haircut, but I didn't go this time because the barber shop was renovated. Dad, who doesn't like bangs covering his eyes, had the idea of cutting his hair.
"Don't! Dad, I don't want you to cut your hair. If you cut my hair, I won't see anyone tomorrow. " I said coquetry. But it's no use. He immediately came up with a smile, just like a demon coming up to me with an evil smile. He quickly sat in front of me, picked up scissors and a comb, and was ready to start working like a barber. He combed my hair slowly. After a while, when I was about to cut it, I suddenly shouted again, "Dad, can you not cut it?" But this stubborn father refused. Hearing this, I closed my eyes helplessly and waited for my father's dispatch. I only hear scissors cutting my hair. I immediately prayed silently: please don't cut my bangs too completely, don't cut them askew, and don't cut them on my forehead. After thinking about it, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my father's meticulous appearance out of the corner of my eye. I can't help but say, "Dad, you are so handsome at this time!" "Because my voice is very small, maybe my father didn't hear me, so he ignored me. About two minutes later, my hair was cut. I quickly took out the mirror and looked at it, thinking, "Yes, it's not as bad as I thought. "At this time my dad told me to turn around and show him. I turned around obediently, and he looked at his "first novel" and smiled contentedly. Finally, I don't forget to add: "I can open a barber shop and cut it so well without learning." "
Although my father's haircut technique is not as good as that of a barber, I am really happy and satisfied that he can cut my hair once!
Hairdressing composition 13 Today is Sunday, and my mother said she would take me to have a haircut. How reluctant I am! Before I had my hair cut, I took a picture in front of the mirror. Look at me in the mirror, with two braids and a round face. How cute! But on second thought: mom's determination can't be changed. It seems that my hair must be cut. I went to look in the mirror again.
I have maintained these hairs for a long time. How I like them! Now there is no way but to follow my mother to the barber shop for a haircut.
When I got to the barber's, I sat quietly on the stool, waiting for the barber to change my appearance. He picked up a comb and scissors, and only heard a "crack", and my hair fell out. I am distressed and sad to see a hair die at the hands of a barber. I worked hard to feed this large piece of hair. I didn't expect a pair of scissors from the barber to die heroically in his post.
I finally finished cutting my hair. I really dare not look in the mirror, but I must know my new self.
"ah! ? "Unexpectedly, I turned into a handsome boy in the mirror.
Although my appearance has changed, I find short hair very simple and convenient, saving a lot of time.
Hairdressing composition 14 What didn't I do when I was a child? From tearing off the toys on the table, to eating what's in the bowl and watching what's in the pot, to cutting my hair badly, I can't bear to gamble. I don't know how much I have done, and I can't count it. Speaking of which, three days and three nights. This time, I want to tell you my own hairstyle.
Once my mother took me to have my hair cut. I looked in the mirror and saw a lively little girl smiling at me. I was very satisfied and took my mother home.
Then, it is their own business. I looked in front of the mirror again, so I looked happily for a while, and suddenly a bunch of "kids" were very disobedient and even "ran" out. Based on the principle that "the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up", I combed my hair, hehe, that's more like it. Unexpectedly, the "kid" came out again, so I combed it again, and it "ran" and combed it again ... I picked up scissors in a rage and cut off the "kid" at once.
Look in the mirror again. I don't know if I don't see it, but I'm shocked if I see it. All right! This is really a mess. The silly girl in the mirror scared me to cry. My mother laughed when she heard the sound and saw my hairstyle. But when I saw my sad appearance, I quickly hugged me and said, "Baby, it's okay. My hair will grow out soon, and it's cuter!" " "When I heard this, I burst into tears and asked," Mom, is it really cuter than before? "
When I was a child, there were many stupid things. I won't do these stupid things now. But I still miss it.
Haircut composition 15 I was going back to my room to do my homework after eating this morning. Suddenly I saw grandma dressed and ready to go out, so I rushed over and asked, "Grandma, where are you going so early?" Grandma said, "My hair has grown. I'm going to the barber shop for a haircut. " Hearing grandma's words, I quickly said, "Then stay at home and let me cut your hair." Grandma looked at me firmly and expectantly and nodded.
I prepared a pair of scissors, a comb and a small bench, so I sat my grandmother in the living room and I began to cut her hair.
Grandma's hair is not much, it's a little thin, so I can cut it easily. I learned it from the hairdresser's hairstyle in the shop. Cut grandma short bit by bit from both sides. After a while, the ground was covered with a thick layer of broken hair. I stood in front of my grandmother and looked at her carefully for a while. I found that the whole hair was cut well, but some broken hair was not cut clean in some places. So I cut off small pieces like saplings. In this way, I can even give my grandmother a haircut.
Grandma stood in front of the mirror and kept looking at my new haircut for her. She was satisfied and praised me all the time. I am embarrassed. It seems that I am also a barber, and I will help my grandmother cut her hair in the future.