I finished a lesson in the evening and I went out for a walk with my mother. She had her hair cut yesterday, it only cost 15 yuan RMB (2 dollars) and it is a good haircut so there are always people waiting. The hairdresser comes from Wenzhou and has already worked there for 19 years. The best thing is that she is silent and doesn’t promote anything such as hair dye or other products. I have too much grey hair, same as the description in "No Longer Human" by Osamu Dazai, so I am afraid if hair dressers convince me to dye. It was because of this that I went to the salon too. The hairdresser said, “your hair is so long, are you sure you want to cut it?” And it’s true, she didn't suggest I dye my hair; she rather said “you pay no attention to so much white hair at such an age, because you're allergic to dye?” We saw two drunk people on our way home. At the beginning, my mother thought the one who was lying on the curb was a clothing store model, till she saw the other one who was trying to vomit. I couldn't stop thinking about No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai also. Spring not yet green, my grey hair seen, Our separation's been too long to grieve the heart. I've read that book too! Haha. Well written piece by you.

I finished a lesson in the evening and I went out for a walk with my mother. She had her hair cut yesterday, it only cost 15 yuan RMB (2 dollars) and it is a good haircut so there are always people waiting. The hairdresser comes from Wenzhou has already worked there for 19 years. The best thing is that she is silent and doesn’t promote anything such as hair dye or other products. I have too much grey hair, the same as the description in "No Longer Human" by Osamu Dazai, so I am afraid if hairdressers convince me to dye it. It was because of this that I went to the salon too. The hairdresser said, “Your hair is so long, are you sure you want to cut it?” And it’s true, she didn't suggest I dye my hair; she rather said “You pay no attention to so much white hair at such an age, because you're allergic to dye?” We saw two drunk people on our way home. In the beginning, my mother thought the one who was lying on the curb was a clothing store model, till she saw the other one who was trying to vomit. I couldn't stop thinking about No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai also. Spring not yet green, my grey hair seen, Our separation's been too long to grieve the heart.