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Li Hanrong's essay "Comb Mother's Hair"

When I comb my mother's hair, I am the most serious. I am more focused and excited than reading famous books, praying and writing poems.

I can't tell whether it is happy or sad. Mixed feelings, complex and profound. Not just happiness, but happiness full of sadness; Not just sadness, but sadness full of happiness.

Think about what happened to my head. It was my mother who endured great pain and let it be born for the first time in the lotus at dawn. It was my mother who washed my hair for the first time. It was my mother who watched my hair grow like grass. It was my mother who designed my hair for the first time. My black hair is a marriage carefully managed by my mother.

My mother has been dressing me up for many years, and I finally have a chance to dress my mother up, and finally I can look down on my mother from a height, and finally I can touch my mother's washed hair for decades. This is the happiness of being a son. You can be as close to your mother as you were when you were a child.

But, mom, even if my aesthetics are advanced, how can I dress you up as a beautiful little girl? I believe you were beautiful when you were young. But I didn't know you then. At that time, I might be a stream, grasping the reflection you threw away in a hurry; At that time, I may be a breeze, swaying through your shy braids.

The comb has become heavy and can't push the snow these years. Snow mountain is far away. No, the snow mountain is by my side. I am a small climber, and my mother is a high snowy mountain. Once, I enjoyed the sublimity and silence of the distant snow-capped mountains. When I came to the top of the mountain, I found that the peak of life, the highest altitude, accumulated eternal cold.

After all, I am still happy. I comb my mother's hair. I wandered on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Birds return to the horizon and enjoy the tranquility of the sunset; I feel the solemnity of life in my mother's gentle breath. ...