New Life In Hair, Regain The Light Of Life

The neon lights of the city are flashing, and the traffic is busy. To others, it is a prosperous scene, but to me, it is an invisible cage of pressure. Every day, I charge into battle on the battlefield of the workplace, dealing with all kinds of colleagues and piles of tasks, which makes me physically and mentally exhausted. The high mortgage is like a tight ring, and the monthly repayment reminder rings, which makes my heart tighten. The trivialities of life and the burden of work are intertwined, and anxiety is like a vine that entangles me, and the problem of hair loss has become the external manifestation of all this pressure.


My great uncle is a respected traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the village. The years have carved deep wrinkles on his face, but also precipitated profound medical wisdom. He listened to my complaints quietly, his eyes full of heartache and concern. Without saying much, he turned and walked into the old pharmacy filled with the fragrance of herbs. I followed him and watched him skillfully shuttle between rows of old medicine cabinets, carefully selecting more than 20 kinds of herbs, each of which carries ancient wisdom and healing power.


The boiled herbs were thick and black, like mysterious ink. My great uncle carefully bottled them and told me to apply them three times a day. I had to avoid eating beef, mutton, seafood, smoking and drinking during the use. This was a process that required self-discipline and patience, but at that time, I was full of desire to have thick hair again, so I agreed without hesitation.

After returning to the city, I applied herbs on time every day, followed my great uncle's instructions, and adjusted my daily routine and eating habits. At first, life didn't seem to change much, but I still persisted, as if holding on to the last ray of hope in the darkness. Slowly, miracles began to appear. A month later, one morning in front of the washstand, I inadvertently looked up and found that the sparse hairs on my forehead and head had grown fine hairs, like new buds breaking through the ground in spring, full of vitality. At that moment, the joy in my heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging.


Today, I continue to work hard in the city with my hair full and a brand new me, but I know that no matter how rough the road ahead is, I have enough strength to face it. I can't wait to pass this hope on to more people in need, so that they can also regain the brilliance of life through their hair, and like me, stride forward towards a vibrant and beautiful future, and fully bloom their own unique light, so as to live up to the years and themselves.
