At 7:46, I turned off my cell phone, put on a turtleneck sweater and a woolen coat, went to the supermarket downstairs to buy a can of beer, and went to a deserted restaurant by myself. After walking three times on the playground, I finally walked to the highest and darkest place in the auditorium, opened the beer in my hand, and sat alone on the cold steps singing in the cold wind.
There is very little wine and very old songs. "When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine...", "Female flowers, swaying in the red dust, female flowers, if you smell the strong fragrance of flowers, sway gently with the wind, don't ask me for whom the flowers are red...", "You float and float~ I shake and shake~ Rootless weeds..." As I circled the track, I kept looking at my own shadow. My waist-length hair was beautiful, gentle and generous...
Mr. Chen likes long hair, so I have always had long hair since I met him; Mr. Chen doesn’t like me drinking beer, so I drank the entire bottle of juice by myself countless times at parties; Mr. Chen, Chen Sir...it seems that Mr. Chen has become the guideline for all my actions! But after sitting in the cold wind for two hours, I realized that although I love long hair, I yearn for the neatness of short hair; although I like to be sober and elegant, I might as well have a hangover; although I love Mr. Chen, but I might as well learn to love myself first.
A can of beer finally ended with my lonely and sad singing. I hunched my neck in the biting cold wind and returned to the dormitory. I took the scissors and clicked~click~click~with three knives. Waist-length hair was cut to shoulder length. My hair was not neat at all and had no sense of beauty, but when I looked in the mirror, I felt extremely beautiful. I felt relieved inside, but at the same time, my heart was filled with despair!
I once said to Mr. Chen, "Many girls don't think they look good or like long hair. But if many girls like a boy, they will prefer long hair, even if long hair is very difficult to take care of." . ”
Later, these girls will fall in love with the look of their long hair and their long hair. Rather than saying that she loves the way her hair looks, it’s better to say that she loves the way she falls in love with someone. For them, the long hair wrapped around them is like being wrapped around their love and longing. Unclarified feelings are like long hair that cannot be combed well. Only the right wooden comb can straighten the messy long hair, and only the right person can sort out the messy feelings.
The girl fell in love with the long hair on that end because the long hair on that end spread and grew with her lovesickness. It was a testimony of her great feelings. Cutting off the entangled long hair was like throwing it away. The same feelings that can't be understood. I have always hoped to meet a boy who would give me a wooden comb.
After meeting Mr. Chen, I felt that Mr. Chen was my wooden comb. It's just a pity that before Mr. Chen gave me a wooden comb, I cut my unmanageable long hair short.
After turning on the phone, Mr. Chen sent an apology. I said to him calmly, "I don't have the long hair you like anymore.
All gone..." Mr. Chen said sorry while saying, let that time leave you like that long hair! If you are willing, you can grow long hair for me again!
I don’t know when my long hair reaches my waist again. Is Mr. Chen still with me? I don’t know if Mr. Chen is my wooden comb.
Knowing that "no one can dictate the length of our hair" is a straightforward attitude; however, probably "I am willing to grow waist-length hair for you" is also a kind of affectionate attitude. I don't know which kind of life is more satisfying! Happy people are more coveted? Maybe they all have their own advantages and disadvantages!
Dear girl! Have you ever cut your waist-length hair short for someone? What about people with long hair? What matters is, do you still love yourself with long hair? What matters is, is it you, or the meaning of the long hair?
Dear boy! Has a girl ever had beautiful long hair for you? Are they still there? Of course, it doesn’t matter, right? Why did I keep that long hair, and why did I cry and cut it off?
ps: Now, I am lucky enough to still be with Mr. Chen, but I also know that even if one day, he and I will be separated from each other. , I will never touch my hair for him again!