In study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe many people will find it difficult to write an essay. The following is a 500-word essay on hair cutting that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. A 500-word essay on hair cutting 1

On Wednesday, my mother took me to get my hair cut. When I think about this, I am really confused! I really miss my hair, because summer is coming soon, so it will be cool to cut my hair short. However, I couldn't bear to leave it, after all, I kept it for so long. In the end, though, I decided it was better to cut it off because it was too hot (it was a bit wordy).

After dinner, my mother took me to get a haircut.

When I came to the barber shop, I was really lucky. There was no one around. The barber warmly entertained my mom and me. "Sit here." After the barber said, I sat down. "How much do you need to cut?" the barber asked. "Whatever," I said, "as long as it's not a 'sparrow tail'!"

"Caliper! Caliper!..." The scissors rotated flexibly in the barber's hands, cutting here and there. Cut it there in a while. As my hair fell to the ground, I regretted it a little.

After cutting my hair, my mother said she wanted to cut it too, and I giggled. My mother had just cut her hair. If she cuts it again, it will probably be tied up and it will really look like a 'sparrow's tail' . "Why are you laughing?" Mom asked me. "I wonder if your braids might cause some trouble." I said with a playful smile. "What's coming?" the barber asked curiously. "Sparrow attack," I said cheerfully. "Why?" said the barber, confused. "Because the hair is as short as a sparrow's tail." My mother said with a black line on her face. "The sparrow thought I stole its tail!" "Hahahaha..." I rolled on the ground laughing. ...

Walking on the road, my mother said, "I got my sparrow's tail cut off. What about you?" "Of course it's not a 'sparrow's tail'!" I replied in confusion, " "Right?" "Wrong," my mother said, "it's a 'magpie tail'." "Mom, you hate it," I said while "chasing" my mother.

It feels so refreshing to have your hair cut off. If you don’t believe it, if you are a girl, just give it a try. A 500-word essay on hair cutting 2

Every time my black hair grows long, my mother takes me to get a haircut. How pathetic I am!

This time my hair has grown as beautiful as a princess, and my mother is taking me to have my hair cut again! My mother drove me to the barber shop in her car. With a reluctant heart, my mother dragged me into the barber shop. The owner of the barber shop was smiling. The shop was spotless. I sat on the chair cushion, ready to accept the "sentence".

The boss picked up the "sentencing instrument" and chopped off my hair one by one. "Crack!" "Crack!" "The sound is the sound of crying in my heart, and the falling hair seems to be telling the romantic story of my past...

I remember that the first time I got my hair cut was in middle class. At that time, because My center of gravity was unstable, I accidentally fell, and my head started to bleed. My mother had to take me to have my hair cut. The second time I had my hair cut was when I was in the first grade of elementary school, because I usually went out to play ball with my friends after class to keep my hair long. It was very hot under the sun, so my mother had to take me to have my hair cut. Only those two were accidents, the others were forced. I don’t know how many times this haircut was done! Wash! Wash and wipe! Blow and blow! I have a brand new look. My boss is also helping her. He is so sweet and cooperates well with me. Everyone loves her nice words. Listen, now I like to cut my hair, and I won’t have to worry about it anymore.

Every time after cutting my hair, my mother drives me home, and I feel like it in the car. It’s much cooler! I don’t have to worry about getting a haircut anymore, but every time I get my hair cut, it’s an unforgettable day! Now I like getting my hair cut even more, because every time I get a haircut, I become a more graceful person. I am a little girl. 500 words essay on hair cutting 3

I have long, black and beautiful hair. Everyone praises me that I can be in a hair advertisement! But growing long hair is quite troublesome! For example, when washing my hair, it takes a long time to rinse and dry it. Every day when I go to school, my mother has to take time to style my long hair. I remember one time my mother led a group on a graduation trip and was away from home for three days. Dad is very anxious because he has to deal with my messy hair! Fortunately, Auntie Hua at school helps me comb it every day, otherwise I would really become a little witch with disheveled hair!

< p> Especially, in the summer, having long hair is really a torture. Every time the heat becomes unbearable, I will yell loudly and clamor to cut my hair short.

One day when I was taking a nap, the weather was really hot. I discussed with my mother in a daze: "What will happen if I cut my hair...?" "Mom, I want to cut my hair..." My mother was disturbed by me. I got impatient. Without saying a word, I picked up the scissors and put a bib around my neck. I cut it with "click! click!". At this time, my heart jumped with "thump! thump!" I was sitting there, excited and nervous at the same time. I was happy that I could finally get rid of the trouble of having long hair, but I was worried about what I would look like if I cut my hair short.

As time passed by, the weight on the top of my head became lighter and lighter unknowingly. Suddenly my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's cut! Now you have got your wish!" I took three steps I ran into the room and looked in the mirror, shouting: "Oh! Why is my hair missing?" I swung it left and right, and the person in the mirror turned out not to be the long-haired little princess that everyone praised, but instead... A strange-looking little boy! Dad jumped out and said, "This is just like me when I was a child!" I cried anxiously and angrily: "Mom, give me back my hair..."

"Xiao Ze! Xiao Ze! Hurry up! Wake up, what's wrong with your hair?" At this time, my mother sat beside my bed and looked at me tenderly. I rubbed my heavy eyelids hard and thought: "Oh my God! It turned out to be a dream!" I finally decided! , let’s keep our hair long! Because I really don’t like looking like a little boy, especially the unbelievable look like my dad when he was a kid! A 500-word essay on hair cutting 4

After thinking about it for a whole month, I finally decided to get a hair cut.

I rarely go to the barber shop. In the past, I only cut my hair slightly shorter or thinner once or twice, but this time I decided to cut it short.

I also had my hair cut short when I was a child. My aunt, my mother, and my grandmother coaxed me into cutting off my long hair. I was depressed about this for two months. Growing up, I still didn't like cutting my hair. This important decision I made this time was my own decision: my hair is almost hanging down to my waist. It absorbs nutrients. I heard that it will make people grow taller. The most terrible thing is that it affects intelligence, so I would rather give up the appearance and Choose the inner.

When I entered the barber shop, I didn’t look at anything, and I didn’t dare to look at it. That would make me flinch. Sitting on the chair, it felt colder than outside. A pair of cold hands picked up the scissors without hesitation and asked bluntly: "What kind of haircut?" Mom gestured like this for a while and started working.

It is very cold outside, with cold rain mixed in the wind, and there is no trace of human touch.

The cold scissors reflected the silver cold light. I was startled, and then I closed my eyes tremblingly. With that first "click," I knew I could never look back.

My upper body was motionless, as stiff as a statue. Occasionally, the scissors would slide across my face, but I wouldn't feel anything. I don't know whether it's because of the cold or why, but my legs keep shaking. I try hard to control them to stop, but it's no use.

Every time the blade and the hair intersect, they are dancing a gorgeous dance. The thin "rustling" sound witnesses the loss of life of one of them. It is a dance woven with life... Heart Missed a few beats.

When the last note of music flew from my fingertips, I knew that the dream had awakened. Opening his eyes, he looked at his shoulder-length short hair in the mirror and felt nothing. When I walked out of the barber shop, I looked back. The white floor was rendered by black hair, like a beautiful picture... Everything passed, and I only found some traces in the dyed picture. A 500-word essay on hair cutting 5

Ever since I was sensible, my mother would take me to the barber shop downstairs in the building where we live to get my hair cut almost every month. It's strange to say that the lady boss of that barber shop sometimes gives nice haircuts, but sometimes the haircuts look like weeds. I often wonder if the lady boss treats me as a "white mouse."

I have always had a crew cut or a spiky haircut. In fact, I hate haircuts. Not only does it take a lot of time, the haircut process is also very boring, and I have to sit in a chair and move all the time. No, there is a feeling of waiting to be "fixed". It is really a kind of torture for me. I am afraid that if I move, I may lose an ear. Furthermore, I am very ticklish. Whenever the barber holds a sharp " Weapon", "click! click" on my head! , my hair fell all over the floor in a few seconds, and I really felt as if my ears were about to be cut off. At this time, the boss lady used the hair extension machine to push it around again. The itchy feeling made me shrink back. Yes, I really want to flee the scene quickly.

I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. After finally finishing the haircut, the cut hair fell on my face and neck, and stuck to my clothes. It was itchy and itchy, which was another kind of torture. If the cut fails and you look like a little melon, it is another kind of cruel torture - "being laughed at by others", and you have no other choice but to wear a hat all day long and pretend to be cool. So every time I get my hair cut, the first thing I want to do is look in the mirror and take a shower, hoping to get rid of all the torture that is like a thorn in my back.

Fortunately, I have found a barber shop with better skills near my home. It is a male barber. The barber is very agile and gave me a new haircut with bangs. I like it very much. It makes me feel refreshed. When I walk, I feel refreshed and feel like a spring breeze! A 500-word essay on hair cutting 6

I have beautiful long hair, black and shiny. I usually tie it into a high ponytail with a beautiful hair rope. Occasionally, I can change my hairstyle, comb my hair into a bun, or comb my hair into a bun. Braids… I absolutely love my long hair.

However, recently my mother often says: This hair is too long and needs to be cut shorter. I firmly disagree. This is my dearest child. It would be a pity to cut it off. My mother couldn't resist me, so she kept putting off the haircut.

A few nights ago, my mother was nagging me while blow-drying my hair: "This hair is too long. It's so inconvenient to wash and blow it. It needs to be cut!" When I heard this, I thought: What my mother said makes sense. I have to wash and dry my hair the next day, which is really time-consuming. But... when my mother saw that I didn’t refute, she picked up the scissors next to her and said, "Then I'll cut it." ." Before I could react, I only heard two "clicks". I was startled and looked up in the mirror. Oh my gosh! My hair! The long hair that was almost waist-length suddenly became a lot shorter in the blink of an eye. It was now longer on the left and shorter on the right, unevenly. I couldn't help crying loudly, and the tears couldn't stop falling like broken pearls. My heart is about to break. My mother apologized guiltily next to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be cut like this." The more she said, the sadder I became. It was impossible to stick my short hair back, so what should I do? That night, I cried myself to sleep, and most of my pillow was soaked.

Early the next morning, my mother took me to the barber shop to find a hairdresser to fix it. I held my breath, widened my eyes, and looked in the mirror as the barber's scissors went back and forth through my hair, my heart almost jumping into my throat. I finally got the haircut, hey, the new hairstyle looks pretty good and suits me very well! My mood immediately changed from gloomy to sunny.

From now on, I will never dare to let my mother cut my hair again. A 500-word essay on hair cutting 7

The first haircut I had in my life, according to my grandma, was when I had a bald head when I was seven or eight months old. During the process, I was as frightened as a bird. Not knowing what was going on, he burst into tears. When I had my hair cut for the first time that I can remember, I remember the hairdresser holding an electric tool and telling me it was a "bulldozer". She would push it around on my head like a toy car, and then it was like a toy car. She will cut my hair beautifully and make me look more handsome.

Of course this was to coax a child, to make me cooperate and not be afraid. Now that I think about it, I can’t help but find it a bit funny. I just don’t know why, but most children don’t seem to like getting their hair cut. Of course, I am no exception. For me, I have to sit in a chair “motionless” and if I bear the burden of moving, the hair may get cut crooked or distorted. The threat of having your ears cut off is a difficult challenge!

As I grow older, my acceptance of haircuts also becomes higher. I found that the advantage of getting a haircut is that after the haircut, my hair will feel very refreshed, and it is more convenient to wash my hair, as it will dry with a little rub. In addition, I also started to pay attention to whether the haircut looked good and suitable. In the past, when I got a haircut, my mother would take me to a men's barber shop. The barber worked quickly and accurately, and I finished the haircut in a short time, and then I would go home and wash my hair myself. Later, I followed my mother to the hair salon to get my hair done. The staff at the hair salon greeted me kindly, poured water for me to drink, and helped me wash my hair to make it comfortable. Then the hairstylist discussed with me the hairstyle I wanted, and was very attentive. They helped me trim and finally used hairspray to give me a cool look. It was really a wonderful experience. So now I like to go to the hair salon with my mother.

The story of hair cutting will continue to happen. Every time you get a hair cut, it is like having a new look. But if the hair cut is not satisfactory, it does not matter. Your hair will stay longer, and you can just change the hairstyle or store next time. Isn’t it great to keep trying and always have a chance? A 500-word essay on hair cutting 8

In the hot summer, my mother said it was time to cut my hair! Because your hair will cover your neck when it grows long, you will feel hot and uncomfortable.

As soon as the sports meeting ended on Saturday, my mother drove me to the barber shop to give my hair a big makeover. As soon as I entered the barber shop, I saw a row of chairs, a large mirror and a cart. I have to wash my hair before cutting it. I lie on a comfortable chair, lean my head back and let the stylist wash my hair, then rinse it with warm water.

After washing my hair, I chose a comfortable chair to sit down, picked up the TV remote control, and turned to my favorite "Crayon Shin-chan" to watch. The stylist was cutting my hair right behind me. I was watching TV intently and didn't care what the stylist did to my head. It wasn't until I finished cutting my hair that I thought, wow! Why did my hair become so short? I'm so sad that my long hair is gone. Mom says my hairstyle is cute and suits my chubby round face, but I don’t think so. When my mother saw that I was sad, she took me to a convenience store to buy pudding. On the way home, I finished the pudding.

During dinner time, my parents cooked a lot of delicious dishes, but I couldn’t eat them at all. It wasn’t because I had eaten dim sum! It's because I have no appetite. Mom asked: "Are you still sad?" I replied: "Yeah." Mom asked again: "Do you want to go to the room to cry?" I said: "Yeah." Then I walked to the room and lay on the bed crying, "Wow. ! Wow! I don’t dare to go to school on Monday!” Then I yelled several times. My father and mother came to the room to comfort me and told me that I looked cute with this haircut. My father also sent photos to my aunt, and her aunt also called me to say that my haircut looked very good, which made me feel a little better.

I went to school on Monday wearing a coat and hat. I was afraid that my classmates would laugh at me and say I was ugly. I didn’t take off my hat until we were playing games in the second period of physical education class. The teacher said that I was very suitable. With this hairstyle, my classmates also said that I look like "Guo Xuefu"! I'm so happy. It turns out that my teachers and classmates like my hairstyle very much. However, I don’t want to cut my long hair off next time. A 500-word essay on hair cutting 9

I don’t like cutting my hair the most. Cutting my hair is like cutting off the flowers and plants that I have cultivated so hard, one by one. This time my mother wanted to take me to "weed" again. I didn't want to go at all, but she tied up the duck and put it on the shelf, so I had to reluctantly follow my mother to get my hair cut. But as I looked around, I felt that the "weeds" above my head really needed to be pruned.

When we arrived at the beauty salon, the boss was ready to put an end to this messy heap of weeds. The boss first used my favorite weapon, shampoo, to make Hua'er's limbs weak, and the boss submissively restrained me. Moreover, the boss seemed to be massaging me, so comfortable! When I was washing at home, I used the bubbles as clay and rubbed them around. If the bubbles hadn't burst so easily, my sister and I might have filled the whole bathroom with bubbles! It's time to flush, and the water rushes down with a splash. Hua'er has just escaped from being tortured by bubbles, and now she has to accept the challenge of the Lord of the Sea - the Sea Dragon King. After a battle, several seaweeds were washed away and their heads were dizzy.

Next, the boss used a hair dryer to clean up the arena where the duel had just occurred. After cleaning up the terrible mess, the rest of the hair was trembling with fear and breaking out in cold sweat. The boss took out the ultimate weapon - the "steel sword" and cut my hair to my satisfaction. If I were a barber and the dolls were customers, I would cut various different hairstyles, such as buns, bunny heads, whale heads... If this were true, wouldn't the dolls I have are so cool? ? The boss finished cutting my hair, and I just finished daydreaming and looked in the mirror. Fortunately, I had just asked my mother not to cut it too short, otherwise it would be difficult to grow it back.

After paying the money, as soon as I came out, the wind blew on me. It was so cool. I felt like my whole person had changed and I felt so refreshed! A 500-word essay on hair cutting 10

Every time my hair is too long, I feel both depressed and excited. I was depressed because my whole body felt uncomfortable, and my whole head was so hot that it felt sticky, and my sister called me "Mako". That was a "miss" in three birds with one stone. I was excited because after waiting for a whole year, I could finally go there. A beautiful, refreshing and pleasant place - the barber shop.

We are going to one of my favorite barbershops. It is magnificent and has the faint fragrance of Qilixiang. It looks like a magnificent castle on the outside and an emperor's palace on the inside. The floor is swept clean and spotless. , it really opened my eyes.

The aunt in the barber shop always greets us with a friendly smile and a pleasant look, and asks us in an amiable way what kind of haircut we want... Wait, I sit on the chair in the barber shop and feel like a king. The aunt who was cutting my hair looked like a palace maid, and I felt very proud! The image of the Tang Dynasty's grand palace appeared in my mind...

The aunt took out her best "three-sword style" and "ran" single-handedly on the messy "battlefield". Under the sharp knife skills, some were cut to pieces by the aunt, while others were still struggling. In order to report to the emperor that the enemy had been wiped out, the aunt took out another magic weapon - the shower head. On my head, rinse and rinse, wash and wash, blow and blow, wipe and wipe, immediately washing away all the "corpses" that were littered with corpses after the war. After getting my hair cut, I felt much refreshed and felt like a fresh and pretty little princess.

After I devoutly thanked the terminator of my hair, Mommy paid the money, and we walked out the door, feeling majestic from all directions. Thinking of the scene that looked like Mako just now, I couldn’t help but laugh. ! I thought to myself: There was such a huge difference between just now and now, and I am even more different! Every time I get my hair cut, I always go home satisfied and happy. So my favorite──getting my hair cut. 500-word essay on hair cutting 11

The morning before school started, my mother hurriedly woke me up from my sweet sleep. When I was still half asleep and confused, my mother asked me to immediately I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and urged me to quickly change into casual clothes for going out. "Oh my God!" I woke up from my dream. It turned out that I was going to the barber shop to get my hair trimmed!

I arrived at the barber shop with a nervous and uneasy mood. My long bangs were about to be cut off. I really couldn’t bear to let them go.

When Auntie walked up to me, took out the gleaming scissors, and was about to slowly trim my hair, I could only close my eyes. At this time, the angels and demons in my heart were quarreling fiercely.

The kind and well-behaved angel said: "Xuanxuan, it's so hot in the summer and there's no air conditioning in the school. You obediently ask your aunt to cut your long bangs short. Not only will you stay cool, but you won't cause any trouble to your mother." , you are awesome!" But the angry devil said: "Huh! Why do you want to cut off the hair that has been left for so long? You can just use a hairpin!" The angel and the devil kept arguing. My heart was also uncertain. I suppressed my emotions and decided not to let the little devil affect me. Suddenly, the aunt said: "Okay, it's done!" I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror in front of me. Although I was a little uncomfortable, the shorter bangs were quite refreshing. My mother and the aunt in the store also said to me. nice. Touching my new hairstyle, I feel that the original long bangs were very beautiful, but now the short bangs are not only pretty but not stuffy, they are pretty good! I want to thank the barber shop aunt for cutting my hair seriously and giving me a different look.

Finally, with a new hairstyle and a beautiful mood, I happily welcome the arrival of third grade. I believe everything will be wonderful and smooth! A 500-word essay on hair cutting 12

As if I had passed the final exam that lasted a century, I immediately begged my mother to take me to the barber shop to cut off my "Three Thousand Troubles".

As soon as I entered the barber shop, in addition to seeing the amiable proprietress, I also felt very cool and comfortable because the air-conditioning inside was refreshing, which was completely different from the scorching heat outside.

Originally, I wanted to cut my hair first, but the boss said that my hair was sticky and he had to wash it first. I walked to the place where I was washing my hair, thinking I was going to sit on a hard chair again, but I didn't expect it was a comfortable recliner. My eyes sparkled when I saw it, wow! The boss asked me to lie down and while rinsing my hair, he asked me, "Is this water temperature okay?" "Yes!" I answered with satisfaction. Then the boss picked up the shampoo and washed my hair. After washing my hair, he picked up the hair dryer and blew it. My hair was much dryer. After washing my hair, my mother discussed my hairstyle with the stylist. The stylist said to my mother: "This hairstyle is called "Japanese hair." I thought it was funny. I was happily in Liangliang Barber Shop, watching Watching my exclusive TV.

Finally, the hairdresser cut off my long hair that I had grown for nine years with one stroke. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, one strand after another. The handful fell on the floor, and suddenly I remembered that when I was in kindergarten, my mother used her kind and beautiful hands to help me tie my braids in different styles every day. I missed it so much, but also sad, but in my heart More excitement.

During tutoring, my good friends who have been in the same class for six years all exclaimed, surprised that I really changed my hairstyle. The teacher also said that I became as beautiful and cute as I was when I was a child. Now! With my fresh and playful hair and the continuous compliments from everyone, I fell deeply in love with haircut! 500-word essay on haircut 13

Looking in the mirror, I look "exquisite" " hairstyle, the corners of my mouth twitched, I couldn't laugh or cry...

This was one day when I came home from school, my mother looked at my hair and murmured: "My hair is a bit long, I need to cut it. . "But it was what my mother said unintentionally, but it was remembered by the narcissistic me.

After finishing my homework, it was time to wash up and go to bed. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror , the more I looked at it, the more something was wrong. “It seems to be too long, it’s time to cut it. "Having obsessive-compulsive disorder, I felt dissatisfied and decided to settle the matter alone.

I sneaked back to the study, came to the desk, opened the drawer, took out the small scissors. Then I returned the same way. , and gestured gracefully in front of the sink. "It should be okay to cut it off a little..." I thought, and my hands started to move. "Click, click..." followed by a few crisp sounds. At the sound, my hair fell to the ground one after another, and a few of them got stuck on my clothes. "It seems uneven here..." So, I started to "attack" first, "click, click..." In a blink of an eye, the sink was covered with my hair.

At this time, my mother felt something was wrong and walked over. "What are you doing..." Before she could finish her words, she looked at me dumbfounded. "What's wrong?" I said proudly, looking forward to my mother's praise. "See for yourself." Mom took out her phone, held back her laughter, and took a picture of me. I took the phone. "Ah! How come it's like this!" I saw in the photo that my hair was in a mess with a hole in the east and a hole in the west. I looked like a drowned monkey.

"What should I do?" I looked at my mother sadly. Although it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, my mother still took me out to get a haircut out of desperation. It was hard to find a barber shop. I looked embarrassed, and the barber looked surprised, "This is the first time I've met this kid who has a lot of potential. What kind of haircut do you plan to have?" "Just don't shave my head," I said awkwardly. But even this can't save my hair style. The next day, I had no choice but to come to school with a head of nearly bald hair, which attracted "focused attention" and "enthusiastic comments" from my classmates.

I will never cut my hair randomly again! 500-word essay on hair cutting 14

Last week, someone in our class suggested that girls cut their hair short. The reason is very simple: 1. Want to sleep more, 2. Save time. As for me, of course I also cut it.

I returned to school on Sunday and when I first entered the dormitory, I thought I had gone to the wrong dormitory. Everyone has short hair. Although I have seen photos of everyone having their hair cut, I still couldn’t help but be surprised when I saw them in person! While we were cleaning up, we talked about haircuts. Some of us had our hair softened, some had our hair straightened, and some had just a haircut and nothing happened.

After staying in the dormitory for a while, I went back to class.

When I got to the class, I took a quick look and was surprised again. I thought the person at the first table was not the monitor? Why did she become Zhang Ruoxi? After looking for a while, I realized that it was not Zhang Ruoxi but the squad leader who had cut the front curtain. Hey! Scared me.

There are very few boys in the class, only two or three, including Lao Xue. When Lao Xue saw us girls entering the class together and everyone had their hair cut short, he quietly said to Liu Jiahui: "Why do all the girls in our class have their hair cut?" I wanted to ask, did he forget? Last week, Lao Xue Ri said in class that girls can have their hair cut if they want to, and those who don't want to have their hair styled in a bun. Did he forget? Still so surprised, hey! I must have forgotten it!

Laoban also changed after he came, because Laoban had his hair cut and left a front curtain, just like us. I think if Laoban went with us girls who had their hair cut, On campus, the scene must be spectacular! It can blow up the campus!

We cut our heads together and start from scratch. Regardless of the past good or bad, we will continue to work hard from now on. I hope we will work harder and harder and get better and better!

Wing Squad, come on! A 500-word essay on hair cutting 15

This incident happened when I was in the kindergarten class.

That day, we learned to use scissors for handicrafts under the guidance of the teacher. I thought it was so fun to use scissors for handicrafts, so scissors should be specially used for handicrafts. The next day was the weekend, and I saw my grandma cutting hair with scissors in the toilet at home, so I asked grandma: "Aren't scissors used for cutting paper and making handicrafts?" "Hahaha, scissors can not only be used for handicrafts, but also for cutting hair. , Cutting cloth!" My question made grandma laugh.

At this time I thought: isn’t my mother going to take me to get a haircut this afternoon? I brought the scissors myself, and after my grandma came out, I went into the toilet and imitated my grandma's example and cut my hair. It clicked and clicked. Then I picked up the mirror and took a look, "Well, no, the hair on the left and the right are not symmetrical, so I need to cut it shorter." Click, click... "Well, it should be almost done now." I picked up the mirror again. Alas, the cut is not neat at all. However, the teacher said that you must have perseverance in doing things and not give up easily. In order to save money, I worked hard! After cutting for a while, I picked up the mirror again and took a look, "Well, there are too many pieces of hair in the front, I need to trim it."

"Baby, open the door, why have you been staying in the toilet for half an hour since we came back?" My mother called me out before I started repairing it. "What are you doing? My hair is a mess?" "I'm getting my hair cut. Didn't you agree yesterday to take me to get my hair cut today?" After hearing this, my mother laughed and said, "So that's it, Fortunately, your hair is long enough, otherwise even the hairdresser won’t be able to fix it later! Hahaha... You will definitely have a strong sense of innovation when you grow up."

This is how I was when I was a child. An interesting thing happened, my mother also expressed that I have a sense of innovation. What about yours? Tell it and let’s share it together.