Gu Ying suddenly saw that the white happened, and the years left traces but were silent
After eating at noon, I habitually looked in the mirror and found that the gray hair on my sideburns was also looming. Even if it's hidden between the black hair, it's still dazzling.
My colleague carefully cut off the gray hair with scissors and put it on the table, I counted it, and there were ten of them, and each gray hair was white from root to tip, and it turned white little by little? Or if it suddenly turned white overnight, I don't know.
From black hair to white hair, I think, it has also been brewing for a long time, from which time did the anxiety start? Or is it related to staying up late that time? Is it in autumn when it sees the autumn wind blowing and it starts brewing, or does it dye itself with snowflakes when it snows in winter? Perhaps each root has its own story, and each root has its own process of gestation, breeding, and flourishing.
Combed my hair carefully, I don't know, what else also has a plan to become white, it seems that I have to discuss with them well, how to not forget the original intention, remember the Chinese, the genetic inheritance of black hair. How can there be a half-life companionship, quietly mutinied, as if the rice is not full, the water is not enough, and the sun is lacking.
Next, I'm going to be kind to every black hair and every inch of my time left.