Dinaliuyang
07-25-2009, 11:53 PM
White Hair Exchanges into Black Hair
Written by： Li Xuting
Translated by：Liu Yang
An honest and low-profile man, Laozhang，who likes doing things quietly. But one day, he seemed changed into another man, who began to wear long hair. Someone asked him why, he only smiled, but without saying a word.
The things in the world are subtle, the less he said, the more we wonder. Due to Laozhang’s hair was too long to look like a lady from his back. We all wanted to know what had happened.
One day, there’s no other person in the office, so I asked him why he wears long hair. He smiled, “I couldn’t say anything until the result come out.” It’s true that he had his own reason and had right to refuse to answer. So from that time, all of us stopped asking him the reason and forgot his change slowly.
The Spring Festival was coming. Laozhang went to see his mother in a small village. But when he came back, his long hair was gone, his head was bald. We were all puzzled and said people changed so fast, even the honest Laozhang started to pretend cool. In the face of these words, he still didn’t saying anything just smiled.
I saw Laozhang pushing a wheelchair-bound an old woman and walking out, when I was taking a walk one night. I asked him who she was. He told me that she was his mother, and she looked so well though she was in the wheelchair.
I walked away after chatting with his mother. Somebody called me when I came back, it was Laozhang.
He said: “I finally solved the problem. At last, my long hair was useful.”
He told me that his mother was suffering from stomach cancer, and her all hair dropped down due to the chemotherapy. Because of her bald head, she didn’t agree to come to the city with her son.
Laozhang said to her: “I’ll buy a wig for you, it looks like real.” But the old woman was an very honest person, hate the word “fake”, so she still didn’t agree her son to buy a fake one for her. After hearing that, Laozhang was so sad and sat up all night, and finally he devised a good idea.
So one day, Laozhang went to that small village to see his mother with a stranger. He asked his mother: “Mom, what do you think of my hair, is it real?”
She laughed, “I’m not too old to see that your hair is the real.”
Laozhang said: “That’s great, mom, please don’t move.” then he brought a chair and let that stranger to cut down his all chair.
The old woman said: “Son, you don’t need to do that, I won’t go with you even you accompany me with bald head.
Laozhang said: “Mom, you see.”
The old woman saw that stranger was sitting in a chair and doing something with that hair, but because of her eyes was not too good, she didn’t see clearly.
After a long time, the stranger said: “Done, have a try.” And then the old woman saw clearly that there was a “wit” in his hand.
Laozhang took the wig and said: “Mom, I knew you hate false things, but you see now, this is my real hair, it’s a real one, mom, please have a try.”
The old woman was in tears, who said in a voice choked with sobs: “Well…I wear…”
From then on, the old woman moved to the city with her son, and all the people, who saw her always said though she was silk, her sprit was great, looked at her black hair.
Every time she heard those words, the old woman always laughed happily and then touched her long black hair.
Written by： Li Xuting
Translated by：Liu Yang
An honest and low-profile man, Laozhang，who likes doing things quietly. But one day, he seemed changed into another man, who began to wear long hair. Someone asked him why, he only smiled, but without saying a word.
The things in the world are subtle, the less he said, the more we wonder. Due to Laozhang’s hair was too long to look like a lady from his back. We all wanted to know what had happened.
One day, there’s no other person in the office, so I asked him why he wears long hair. He smiled, “I couldn’t say anything until the result come out.” It’s true that he had his own reason and had right to refuse to answer. So from that time, all of us stopped asking him the reason and forgot his change slowly.
The Spring Festival was coming. Laozhang went to see his mother in a small village. But when he came back, his long hair was gone, his head was bald. We were all puzzled and said people changed so fast, even the honest Laozhang started to pretend cool. In the face of these words, he still didn’t saying anything just smiled.
I saw Laozhang pushing a wheelchair-bound an old woman and walking out, when I was taking a walk one night. I asked him who she was. He told me that she was his mother, and she looked so well though she was in the wheelchair.
I walked away after chatting with his mother. Somebody called me when I came back, it was Laozhang.
He said: “I finally solved the problem. At last, my long hair was useful.”
He told me that his mother was suffering from stomach cancer, and her all hair dropped down due to the chemotherapy. Because of her bald head, she didn’t agree to come to the city with her son.
Laozhang said to her: “I’ll buy a wig for you, it looks like real.” But the old woman was an very honest person, hate the word “fake”, so she still didn’t agree her son to buy a fake one for her. After hearing that, Laozhang was so sad and sat up all night, and finally he devised a good idea.
So one day, Laozhang went to that small village to see his mother with a stranger. He asked his mother: “Mom, what do you think of my hair, is it real?”
She laughed, “I’m not too old to see that your hair is the real.”
Laozhang said: “That’s great, mom, please don’t move.” then he brought a chair and let that stranger to cut down his all chair.
The old woman said: “Son, you don’t need to do that, I won’t go with you even you accompany me with bald head.
Laozhang said: “Mom, you see.”
The old woman saw that stranger was sitting in a chair and doing something with that hair, but because of her eyes was not too good, she didn’t see clearly.
After a long time, the stranger said: “Done, have a try.” And then the old woman saw clearly that there was a “wit” in his hand.
Laozhang took the wig and said: “Mom, I knew you hate false things, but you see now, this is my real hair, it’s a real one, mom, please have a try.”
The old woman was in tears, who said in a voice choked with sobs: “Well…I wear…”
From then on, the old woman moved to the city with her son, and all the people, who saw her always said though she was silk, her sprit was great, looked at her black hair.
Every time she heard those words, the old woman always laughed happily and then touched her long black hair.