十几年前,我到厦门时,报到的第一天,办公室一位大姐,盯着我的头发看了半天。我有些尴尬。左思右想,就是不明白,我的头发怎么啦?过了些天,一位同事小心翼翼问我:你的头发染啦?我说,没呀。他又问:烫啦?我说,没呀。他笑了:你的发质真好,黑;你的发型更好,卷。难怪,人家说,新来的某某,好时髦,还去烫发。我颇感委屈:爹娘给的呀。六年前的一天早晨,我到一家菜市场买菜,一位白发苍苍老者,也是盯着我的头发看 A dozen years ago, when I arrived in Xiamen, I reported to the first day of an office lady and stared at my hair for a long time. I am a little awkward. Zuo Si right thought, just do not understand, how is my hair? A few days later, a colleague asked me cautiously: your hair dyed? I said no. He asked again: hot? I said, no. He laughed: your hair is nice, black; your hairstyle is better, roll. No wonder, people say, the new comers, so fashionable, but also to perm. I am quite wronged: father and mother to give it. One morning six years ago, I went to a vegetable market to buy food. A gray-haired old man stared at my hair too.