老王站在镜子前，看着自己的新发型，觉得很满意。理发师按照他的要求，把头发剪成了一个菠萝的样子：绿色的头发竖起来像叶子，一块一块的黄色头发像果肉。
“老王，你这是什么神奇发型啊？”旁边卖西瓜的老李笑得停不下来。
老王没理他，一边推着装满菠萝的小车一边喊“卖菠萝、卖菠萝”。
太阳照在他头上，远远看去就像一个会走路的菠萝。路过的人都看着他，有的拿手机拍照，有的在笑。
“新鲜的菠萝，特别甜！”老王大声喊着，”买菠萝送我的照片一张！”
一个小女孩拉着妈妈的手走过来：”妈妈，这个叔叔头上有个菠萝！”
“小朋友，要不要尝尝我的菠萝？”老王弯下腰，头上的”叶子”动了动。小女孩笑了，妈妈也笑了，马上买了两个。
很快，大家都知道市场里有个”菠萝头老板”。很多人来买菠萝，就是想看看这个有趣的老板。老王的菠萝摊前站满了人，他一边削菠萝，一边讲笑话，大家都笑得很开心。
“老板，你的发型真有意思！”一个年轻人说，”我要发到网上！”
老王擦了擦汗，看着快卖完的菠萝，心里很高兴。他知道，明天要多准备一些菠萝了。
太阳快下山了，老王一边收拾摊子一边唱歌。老李走过来说：”老王，明天我也要剪个西瓜头！”
“算了吧，”老王拍拍他，”你的头剪出来可能像个冬瓜！”
Lǎo Wáng zhàn zài jìngzi qián, kàn zhe zìjǐ de xīn fàxíng, juéde hěn mǎnyì. Lǐfǎ shī ànzhào tā de yāoqiú, bǎ tóufa jiǎn chéngle yíge bōluó de yàngzi: lǜsè de tóufa shù qǐlái xiàng yèzi, yíkuài yíkuài de huángsè tóufa xiàng guǒròu.
“Lǎo Wáng, nǐ zhè shì shénme shénqí fàxíng a?” Pángbiān mài xīguā de Lǎo Lǐ xiào de tíng bù xiàlái.
Lǎo Wáng méi lǐ tā, yībiān tuī zhe zhuāng mǎn bōluó de xiǎochē yībiān hǎn “mài bōluó, mài bōluó”.
Tàiyáng zhào zài tā tóu shàng, yuǎn yuǎn kàn qù jiù xiàng yíge huì zǒulù de bōluó. Lùguò de rén dōu kàn zhe tā, yǒude ná shǒujī pāizhào, yǒude zài xiào.
“Xīnxiān de bōluó, tèbié tián!” Lǎo Wáng dàshēng hǎnzhe, “Mǎi bōluó sòng wǒ de zhàopiàn yì zhāng!”
Yíge xiǎo nǚhái lā zhe māmā de shǒu zǒu guòlái: “Māmā, zhège shūshu tóu shàng yǒu ge bōluó!”
“Xiǎo péngyǒu, yào bùyào chángchang wǒ de bōluó?” Lǎo Wáng wān xià yāo, tóu shàng de “yèzi” dòngle dòng. Xiǎo nǚhái xiào le, māmā yě xiào le, mǎshàng mǎile liǎng ge.
Hěn kuài, dàjiā dōu zhīdào shìchǎng lǐ yǒu ge “bōluó tóu lǎobǎn”. Hěnduō rén lái mǎi bōluó, jiùshì xiǎng kànkan zhège yǒuqù de lǎobǎn. Lǎo Wáng de bōluó tān qián zhàn mǎnle rén, tā yībiān xuē bōluó, yībiān jiǎng xiàohuà, dàjiā dōu xiào de hěn kāixīn.
“Lǎobǎn, nǐ de fàxíng zhēn yǒuyìsi!” Yíge niánqīng rén shuō, “Wǒ yào fā dào wǎng shàng!”
Lǎo Wáng cāle cā hàn, kàn zhe kuài mài wán de bōluó, xīnlǐ hěn gāoxìng. Tā zhīdào, míngtiān yào duō zhǔnbèi yìxiē bōluó le.
Tàiyáng kuài xiàshān le, Lǎo Wáng yībiān shōushi tānzi yībiān chànggē. Lǎo Lǐ zǒu guòlái shuō: “Lǎo Wáng, míngtiān wǒ yě yào jiǎn ge xīguā tóu!”
“Suànle ba,” Lǎo Wáng pāi pai tā, “Nǐ de tóu jiǎn chūlái kěnéng xiàng ge dōngguā!”
Old Wang stood in front of the mirror, looking at his new hairstyle and feeling very satisfied. The barber followed his request and cut his hair into the shape of a pineapple: the green hair stood up like leaves, and the yellow hair was styled in chunks like fruit flesh.
“Old Wang, what kind of magical hairstyle is this?” Old Li, who sells watermelons next door, couldn’t stop laughing.
Old Wang ignored him, pushing a cart full of pineapples while shouting, “Selling pineapples, selling pineapples!”
The sun shone on his head, and from a distance, he looked like a walking pineapple. Passersby all looked at him, some taking photos with their phones, others laughing.
“Fresh pineapples, super sweet!” Old Wang shouted loudly, “Buy a pineapple and get a photo of me for free!”
A little girl holding her mother’s hand walked over and said, “Mom, this uncle has a pineapple on his head!”
“Little friend, would you like to try my pineapple?” Old Wang bent down, and the “leaves” on his head moved. The little girl laughed, her mother laughed too, and they immediately bought two.
Soon, everyone knew there was a “Pineapple Head Boss” in the market. Many people came to buy pineapples just to see this interesting boss. Old Wang’s pineapple stall was crowded with people. He peeled pineapples while telling jokes, and everyone laughed happily.
“Boss, your hairstyle is really funny!” a young man said, “I’m going to post it online!”
Old Wang wiped his sweat, looking at the nearly sold-out pineapples, feeling very happy. He knew he needed to prepare more pineapples for tomorrow.
As the sun was about to set, Old Wang sang while packing up his stall. Old Li walked over and said, “Old Wang, tomorrow I’m going to get a watermelon haircut too!”
“Forget it,” Old Wang patted him, “Your head might end up looking like a winter melon!”
