Hairstyles and Me

      Recently, I had a haircut, and it reminded me of my hairstyles. I had twin ponytails, short hair, and long hair. Why do I have different styles in different stages in my life? Because of growing up.

      Twin ponytails existed in my life when I was an elementary student, and they lasted for six years. However, as I grew up, I thought it was too childish and strange. Sometimes I miss cute ponytails, because it represented my childhood and a little willfulness. However, maybe memories can only just be memories.
      Next, I had a short hair. It was a clean and neat cut. I recalled that when I told the hairstylist to cut hair, she asked me if I broke up with somebody. Maybe I just wanted to be a handsome girl then, and I couldn't remember the reason. I loved it very much, yet soon I had a problem with it because I missed my long hair. It cost me a long period of time to have long hair again. Girls are really changeable, do you agree with me? How funny.

     Now I have long hair and I don't want to change it. Perhaps someday I will dye or curl my hair, but no matter how I change, I hope I can be myself and be confident with myself. Finally, I want to make wish, my hope is: I will have my hair on my head forever!

     

The sense of memory

       Memory is not just the view that stored in our brain. Sometimes I miss the favor, the fragrance, the touch, and the feeling.

stewed meat

       This winter vacation, I stay home to practice cooking, and I told my mother that I miss the dish called stewed meat which my grandmother was very good at very much. My grandmother passed away several years ago, as a result, I haven't eaten the cooking for many years. The favor of the dish was beyond description because its unique favor only lived in my taste buds. My mom said she couldn't do the dish as well as grandma, although she learned cooking from my grandma. Because there was no exact amount of seasoning, I think the experiences make the delicacy. I remember there was an advertisement before. It was a little girl went to a beach, and she took a small bottle to store the fresh sea wind and took it home in order to smell the lovely smell. Will there a way to store those fascinating sense? I am expecting.
      What is the favor of memory? And what we use to memorize? Maybe science reports say that memories exist somewhere in our brains, but I know, I use my body to recognize it, to memories all my life experience.