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Prose: Shave your head

Text: Zhou Qiqi

Prose: Shave your head

I looked forward to the New Year when I was a child

Pork vermicelli and rice

When I was a child, I was afraid of the New Year

Hair shaved head to break through difficulties

This is how I really felt when I was a child.

At that time, there was a saying in my hometown: if you have money or not, shave your head for the New Year. It means that regardless of the rich and poor, you must shave your head during the New Year, neatly and cleanly. It reflects people's attention to the year and their yearning for a better life. In this century, there is a new saying: if you have money or not, go home for the New Year. It means that after going out to work for a year, no matter how much money you earn, you want to go home for the New Year, which fully reflects people's homesickness. What impressed me the most was the former, the scene of shaving his head during the New Year in childhood. So far, the memories are vivid and tasteful.

My father would shave his head, and he was good at it. He is not a professional or an amateur, specializing in serving his family and neighbors. A shiny razor, a wooden comb, a grinding stone, and a coarse cloth scarf were all my father's work. Usually cloudy and rainy, people continue to ask him to shave his head, and there are the most people in Layue. At that time, people were very busy, and life was difficult, and it took a day to shave their heads on the street, and it cost a few dimes. Generally, from the fifteenth day of the lunar month to the root of the year, it is the busiest, and people come to the door every day. My father is very popular, warm, and does not refuse to come. He often said to us that it is not easy to ask for help, and if you think it is difficult, in fact, it is even more difficult for him to ask you.

Prose: Shave your head

Every day after breakfast, my mother warmed a large pot of water. Those who come to shave their heads wash their hair first, and a large wooden basin is steaming. This wash and that wash, Zhang San shaved Li Si, press first come, first come, first come. At this time, it added the joy and flavor of the lunar month, and also enhanced the emotions between neighbors. While doing work, while chatting, the atmosphere is warm. Everyone said the same thing when they left: Tired, tired, tired, free to go home!

Outsiders shaving their heads are becoming scarcer, and it's our turn. In the morning, my father told us not to go out to play today, and to wait for my head to be shaved! The bright shaver and the clattering sound of my head made my heart tremble. From the age of seven to eleven or twelve, after four or five years of razor's baptism, I was not afraid anymore. This comes from my own experience, as well as my parents' strategy of both soft and hard.

Whenever I recall the experience of shaving my head since I was a child, I deeply miss my amiable and respectable grandmother. To say that a child starts shaving his head and does not cry is absolutely unrealistic. I remember one time when I was shaving my head, I cried so much. The grandmother was distressed and blamed her father: "I said you can't do it lightly! Why are you so vigorous, like hugging the ground! Is the child suffering!" The father said: "Is it so painful? It's hypocrisy!" Grandma was so anxious that she didn't give an inch, and began to expose her father's old background. When you were a child, you shaved your head and played a temper, and you ran away as soon as you shaved half of it, so that you could talk about it, and finally you were coaxed with a boiled egg, and then you shaved the other half. Grandma's words made my mother, sister and brother laugh out loud. My father laughed along. People say that the next generation loves the younger generation more, and it is really not bad! For the rights and interests of the grandchildren, they are righteous and awe-inspiring, and they will not let their children argue with each other!

Time flies, time flies. Sixty years in the blink of an eye, yesterday in a trance. What a warm time! What a happy memory! It is good to be old, and experience is a treasure. Memories become smaller, and everyone knows it.

Prose: Shave your head