Recently, at the repeated urging of my husband, I made an invisible hair cover.
Because in the thirties began to have hereditary white hair, these twenty years to dye hair multiple times a year, in recent years has basically seen the black hair, said full of white hair is not excessive, almost once a month must be dyed, otherwise the head of the white dangling piece of dare not see people, there is a sense of guilt that scares others.
Now the so-called pure plant hair dye cream is simply comb a few times to what color on what color, in fact, everyone understands in their hearts, the real pure plant hair coloring cream is difficult to color and easy to fade, and it cannot be promoted at all. All the people who dye my hair are dying with poison, I have insomnia all night after each hair dye, and the long time of dyeing my hair makes my scalp itchy and often has a rash. My husband thinks I can't dye anymore, so...
Looking at myself in the mirror with a hair cover, the standard middle-aged and elderly hairstyle, clean and neat short hair, fluffy micro-curls, golden brown, shining in the light, covered very well, a white hair was not seen, and the husband who had been waiting with me for six or seven hours was making a lot of noise: very good-looking, very good-looking. But I couldn't be happy, this hair is not my own, who is it? Never know, this hairstyle is not chaotic, exquisite to make people feel strange, walking on the road cold wind suddenly, it is also stable, suddenly miss the moment when the wind is chaotic, even if it is chaotic, it is also a real feeling.
Back home to wash before taking off the hair cover, looking at themselves in the mirror, tears silently dripping down, originally their own hair is a lot, after dyeing the color of the hairstyle is still passable, now in the mirror is their own? A thin layer of gray hair clings tightly to the scalp (wearing a hair cover requires cutting your own hair short and thin), man? Woman? old man? hermaphrodite? I didn't know I didn't know myself.
At night, tossing and turning, it was another night of insomnia. I understand that from today on, I'm really going to say goodbye to my hair.
When I was young, two waist-length braids were always dangling left and right on the way to school, flying up and down when jumping ropes and jumping leather bands, sweating and stinking in crazy play, which was the taste of youth.
When I was young, a black shawl hair always fluttered lightly between turns on the podium, dropped my shoulders in the interaction with students between classes, and fluttered with the wind when walking on the road.
When people reach middle age, everything is busy, they need to be clean and neat, the hairpin is curled behind the head, and they always want to give people a gentle back, but they have formed an indissoluble relationship with hair dye.
After the age of fifty, due to too much hair coloring, the amount of hair is gradually reduced, the hair quality is gradually deteriorating, and there is only one choice left for the hairstyle - short hair. Trim your hair every month and dye your hair every month, just for a clean and refreshing look, nothing else. Now that I am nearly sixty years old, I can choose between clean and healthy, and I can only choose the latter.
Waist-length braids, shawl-length hair, gentle hair, refreshing short hair, all the beauty, all the truth, are gone, and I and my dear hair say goodbye to tears again and again.
Life is a process of constantly saying goodbye to yourself. Everyone who gets married generally begins to say goodbye to their own freedom, and then for the sake of the family, perhaps say goodbye to their own light dance, and then for some change in the family, they may say goodbye to their own gentle singing voice, and then, chai rice oil and salt will force you to say goodbye to the ideal. I said goodbye to my hair today, maybe tomorrow I will say goodbye to my teeth... Until we say goodbye to our hearts, then we really say goodbye to the world.
It's a little sad, but that's the natural process of life! So what?