The troubles of three thousand green hairs

For some reason, I always have trouble with my hair, the sparse strands of hair have been tossed around by me, and I am still trying to play tricks on them. Dye, perm, pull, do everything you can to make them look more beautiful and have more charm. But these, the hair is not grateful, but made them very unhappy, abandoned me one by one, would rather be with dust and dirt, rather than stay on my head at my mercy, so that I am prematurely bald. Although there are still a few hidden, wearing a headdress, but there is always a leaf suspected of blindness.

When I got up early every day to freshen up, batches of hair fell from my head, which made me worry in front of the mirror. If it goes on like this, the Mediterranean will appear early. Very few green hairs! What should I do with you? How do you want me to treat you, you will settle on my head and leave without me. Mend, the lost hair can not come back, we should find a way to make the hair grow back a little bit and lose less. So I began to pull out the seedlings to encourage the plan: apply nutrients to my head, do inverted film, and steam protein to promote the absorption of nutrients in my hair for a few more months, so that not only did the hair lose, but also the scalp began to protest: redness, pain, and rash. On the contrary, I was so shocked that I stopped hurriedly and dared not do my hair any more.

A few days ago, when I was on the bus, I saw a gray-haired man squeeze in from the population. he didn't see his face and thought he was an old woman. My good moral sense made me restless. I stood up and tried to give up my seat, but I was roared: am I that old? I was so scared that I almost fell. Glanced at her in shock, really not old, but the hair prematurely white, can not help but very embarrassed! Perhaps she is also worrying about the inferiority complex for these three thousand green hairs, but she has been misunderstood, which is adding fuel to the fire. I thought I was bored. Sit down. But I heard a cry of surprise: it's you! Old classmate! I'm sorry I misunderstood. I didn't recognize you! The gray-haired woman suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed me excitedly. Fortunately, my heart function is still good, otherwise I would have been scared into cardiac arrest by her. I looked intently for a while, and finally found a clue from that unrecognizable eyebrow: it is indeed an old classmate, but I haven't seen each other for more than a decade. She flushed with excitement, shook my hand hard and said, "you scared me to death. You recognized me. I thought you gave up your seat to me!" I really knew how to find steps to get down for myself, so I had to play ha ha and take this opportunity to get up again and give up my seat. After being polite to each other, I finally sat down.

I continued to sit in my seat and my old classmate was standing next to me. Since we haven't seen each other for a long time, there is no topic, so hey! Wow! Ohh! And its use of onomatopoeia! We just talked to each other without a word. Just having a boring chat, suddenly I heard another exclamation: Ah! You lost a lot of hair, too! The tone was not sarcastic, with surprise and regret, and the gentleman did not have the heart of revenge, which touched me! But there is still the pain of being uncovered. Now there seems to be a topic, old classmates began to complain about the evils of modern shampoos: these! It's all caused by chemicals, and now the food is so unsafe, let alone used, so now many people have lost their hair, white and aging, so I just don't dye it or burn it so that I keep nodding in agreement.

To tell you the truth, I had doubts about hair products for a long time, but I didn't dare to beat a piece with a stick, otherwise the owners of the hairdressing parlors would chase me with sticks. As for juvenile white heads, the early appearance of the Mediterranean, whether it is caused by chemicals, and so on, we dare not comment on things that do not have conclusive evidence! Because there are also the sins of the years, but women are most afraid to talk about old age.

What hair means to people, after tens of thousands of years of evolution, what should be given up has been abandoned. This hair has been retained and has its own evolutionary reasons. In addition to increasing the sense of beauty, hair is mainly to protect the mind. Summer protects against the hot sun and winter protects against the cold. Soft, fluffy hair is elastic, can withstand lighter collisions, and can help the head sweat evaporate, but now people seem to forget the main role of hair, just think of beauty. Over the past decade, the popularity of dyeing and perming, the prosperity of hair salons and the invincible tongues of hairdressers have made the hair dyeing and perming industry enduring. The barber shop is no longer a simple haircut, and the shaving kung fu with knives blowing in your ears is gone. The barber's shop has become a hairdresser's, full of beautiful and handsome men. As soon as you show up in their shops, you will make sure that all the money in your wallet goes to the hairdresser's pocket. It seems unnatural for women nowadays if their hair is not dyed or permed. As long as the young person reaches the permitted age, he immediately changes the color of his hair, any color, as long as it is not black. Of course, everyone has a love of beauty, black hair, Chinese people look at each other for thousands of years, but also aesthetic fatigue, change color, stimulate each other's sensory system, not only promote metabolism, but also conducive to human-to-human communication, not a bad thing. It's just that it's too much. I've been messing around several times in a year, so it's no wonder my hair protested.

Just when I was dreaming, the spit of my old classmate made my scalp cold, which made me very frightened. She was finally getting off the bus, and my ears were quiet. I saw each other off, but I was reluctant to say goodbye. It's not my hypocrisy, it's her white hair that makes me feel sad, as if to see the desolation on top of my head. We are no longer young, looking at her youthful beauty is no longer there, once a face smiles full of fine and dense lines, it is the gully left by the years, shocking, if the bloated body, and premature white hair is the years swept away everything?

In the end, who made my three thousand green silk aggrieved. Chemicals? Years? Or yourself?

Author: light Shadow and Light smoke