高中1年级 - 记叙文 阅读指导

　　I am grief to pack the black body lying in the room, a mess. Around the horror of black, as if someone is crying. Hair - hair cruelly damaged by years ! This is the problem that the young people are facing now.
　　A friend touched my hair and told me she had lost her hair and gave me a spectacular view of her head. It did form a small Mediterranean region. We smile ,a hair drifts in front of us. I clutched it like clinging to my sadness.
　　Looking at it, people who have a healthy, natural hair are numbered. If the hair that is ugly in appearance, not what good sigh, because the hair is not their own make up tools, but only a part of the body; but if the unfortunate beauty hair loss, it is a disaster, because she lost her hair proud of the beautiful. I still appreciate the gift of God on this point. Let my hair in ordinary, even so, I still have to endure the pain of this hair loss, pain and helplessness.
People always learn to be strong after setbacks and think of resistance. So I did not look back on the work to stop and take off. Hair loss did not make me clever, but let me learn to face and think about the reality. In this colorful era, brightly color, chaos ruled hair, occupy people's attention. Black - the Oriental unique common color becomes scarce, what's left is to survive the torture of various perm procedures.
　　Many young people go for their own business, for their own lives every day. Today's society is full of brutal competition, the pressure of life forces people to struggle. So much anxiety, sadness, hair loss is more can hardly be avoided.
　　Looking around, they are still busy with their studies .They think of themselves as a plant in which they need to absorb food, but they don't know that their hair is malnourished; I don't know how lonely and hard to keep the rest of the hair.
　　So, we are the same with the hair, old? No, youth continues, at least we still lack of hair; a new hair will be born on the scalp. The tired mind will give birth to a mature thou ght.
　　We can't stop the falling of hair. That may be his fate. So more and more money is used to buy hair care and nourishment, but then a moment's complementation can't prevent the big army's request, because more time is struggling. In this case, let the peaceful sun touch my hair. Like a child that caresses the suffering. Sparse hair, inspiration in the hair tip, deep in the hair root, and ease and beauty fill the place of hair off.
　　Hair carries happiness laugh in the wind. … … …