Lu Xun said: there is no mask in the world, but more people wear it and it becomes a mask.
Humans are changing, so are masks: from narrow and short to wide and long; From tangible to intangible.
Different people have different masks.
How many stories about masks have touched our hearts?
Please write a composition of not less than 800 words with the word "mask" as the topic. In addition to poetry, style is optional.
A selection of candidates:
surgical mask
I stood in front of the SARS store in Xidan Commercial Street, waiting for my mother.
There are many people in the street on Sunday, and all kinds of masks float in front of my eyes, just like neon in my dream.
It's almost eleven o'clock. My mother hasn't come yet. I decided to go to the store first. Because this is the only SARS chain store in Beijing, there are many people, and there is a long queue in front of the fitting room.
"Welcome to SARS, please have a look! Mother's Day is a great gift! " The clerk's shouts bordered on hysteria.
There are all kinds of masks in the shop, such as lovers' masks, family masks, petty bourgeoisie masks, cynical masks, casual masks, formal masks, etc., which are dazzling.
The phone is ringing. It's my mother.
"I'm not going, buy it yourself." Mother said on the other end of the phone.
I habitually adjusted my mask and said, "What's the matter? Didn't we agree? " I'm a little disappointed.
"I'm not feeling well now. Let's talk about it another day. You don't have that many masks How can you buy them? " Mother asked a little doubtfully.
"I didn't agree, but I changed my mind halfway!" I'm a little angry.
"Good boy, it's all my mother's fault ..." Before my mother finished, I turned off my cell phone.
I'm starting to get angry, but being angry means being angry. I still have to buy a mask.
I thought I would wait for my mother to come and let her choose a favorite style, but now it seems that this hope is dashed.
When a beautiful SARS lady smiled and asked me what size I wanted, I remembered that I didn't know my mother's size at all.
I wanted to call and ask, but I thought it would make my mother sad, so I decided to make up my mind.
I know my mother likes simplicity and elegance, but she doesn't like being too ostentatious. Having chosen it, I decided to give it a try.
People who line up in front of the fitting room know at a glance that most of them are children who accompany their mothers. Suddenly, I felt very lonely.
It's finally my turn.
I closed the door of the fitting room, took off my mask, hung it on the wall, put on a present for my mother, and looked in the mirror. I couldn't help admiring my eyes.
Suddenly, I found a colorful piece of paper on the wall on the right, which read: The child is thinking of you! Very happy, isn't it?
A warm current welled up in my heart. Although I was a child, I was not ready to be a mother.
I can't help but be moved by the care of SARS shop.
Take it home. Mom is cooking in the kitchen.
"Mom, for you! SARS! " When I handed the wrapped gift to my mother, I clearly saw that her face was full of happiness.
"Why don't you feel well?" I don't see what's wrong with my mother.
Unexpectedly, my mother's face suddenly turned red. She went to her room, took out a mask and said, "What do you think?"
"Oh, that's great. Where did you buy it? " I have to admire my mother's eyes.
"I made it myself and gave it to your grandmother. She doesn't like to buy it outside. "
Mother's answer is very dull.
This day is Mother's Day.