I long for freedom. I long to be a fish, so that I can swim freely in the endless ocean; I long to be a bird, so that I can fly in the boundless sky; I long to be a tree so that I can grow carefree in the beautiful nature-- notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article
My mother is very strict with me. I have no freedom since I was a child. Whenever others are playing, I always sit at the window and study. How I envy them! Remember once--
The sun had just risen and my mother dragged me out of bed. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked at my watch. My God! From six! I was dissatisfied and said to my mother, 'Mom, it's only six o'clock & hellip& hellip;'
'what happened at six?' My mother interrupted me, 'six o'clock is a good time to study. If you don't want to learn, just tell me directly. Why do you beat around the Bush?'
Helpless, I was forced to come to my desk, pick up my Chinese book and read it absently.
'stop! ' My mother came to me angrily, 'what's the matter with you? Absent minded! Forget it, do this 10 Olympiad! " She didn't notice the tears flashing from the corners of my eyes.
'ha ha ha & hellip& hellip;' The laughter of friends came downstairs.
Finally finished my homework, I went to my mother and said to her, 'Mom, I want to & hellip& hellip;'
'go downstairs and play, won't you? Did you listen to the English tape? Have you memorized the ancient poems? " So many tasks haven't been completed, do you want to play? Do you still want to go to college? " Her words came at me like sugar coated shells.
Why can't I be as free as a fish? I've been thinking about this all day.
I long for freedom. This sentence is not only for my mother, but also for parents all over the world. I can understand your feelings of looking forward to your son and your daughter. However, you should also give us some space. After all, we are still young. Don't let our childhood spend with our homework.
I long for freedom! Composition on Freedom: I long for freedom_ 350 words every time I see a bird flying in the sky; See the happy running dog on the grass; When I see the ants playing on the ground, I will think of my own situation: I am crowded with deadly homework every day, and I write with a pen that is almost out of refill at night & hellip& hellip; I really want to shout to the world: I want to be free! Even in the summer vacation, I have to make up classes almost every day. When I was a little careless, as soon as the test paper came out, I looked at the score on the test paper and listened to the teacher call my name, I was thinking: why can't you give me a free space? Time, time, would you please slow down? I don't want to grow up so fast. Let me strive for freedom more. Watching the string of the kite slowly lengthen, but my freedom is not long at all; The content of this page is pushed by "Sihai reading network" for you. Look at a series of numbers on the blackboard and the sound of chalk knocking on the blackboard. If these sounds are my free laughter and free running and jumping, that would be great. I will be in the sixth grade soon, and I will be in junior high school soon. I think: someone must have sealed my freedom, otherwise, I can't be old without freedom. Who is that man? Oh, look, why? Grade 5: Leng Xuan's composition on Freedom: a girl eager for freedom_ 750 words I am a girl. For this reason, I am sad and happy. I'm glad that I'm a girl. A girl can dress herself like flowers and jade, graceful and poetic with a pair of light hands and unique ingenuity.
I'm glad I'm a girl. The girl's unique water like warm and quiet heart lake is the last haven for the tired boat. The girl's fine, thread like mood is like a rejuvenated hand to smooth the weather beaten scars.
But I'm lost. I'm a girl. Girls should knit needles and touch threads instead of playing football. Girls should be gentle and clever, and should not throw the ball to vent. Girls should be single-minded, not naughty.
I'm lost. I'm a girl. The unrestrained freedom of boys is a ban for girls. The girl's tree climbing game should not be for the girl. Why? Boys' freedom, girls can't, boys' natural and unrestrained, girls hate. I remember when I was in the fourth grade. My parents kept calling me baby. They didn't make me tired or sweat. I was the only girl in my family. Everyone held me in their hands for fear of falling, in their mouth for fear of melting, and in their heart for fear of being bored. Their care for me was not ordinary and special.
Once, the teacher asked us to write a composition entitled 'what have I learned in life' what have I learned? Brush your teeth, wash your face and comb your hair? No, these are too childish, but other parents have done it for me. At this time, my deskmate handed me a note that said: baby, mom, write it for you! I was very angry. As soon as my mother came to pick me up after school, I pushed her away. My mother asked, 'baby, what's the matter? Who bullied you? " You, you! It's all your fault. Why do you call me baby? I'm so old that I'm laughed at by my classmates! " So I ran back. Mom and Dad, home is less than 100 meters from school. Why do you pick me up? Three minutes on stage and ten years off stage. When did you let me try? How can a good knife become a talent without practice? When did you let me suffer? How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? When did you make me tired? What I want is freedom, unrestrained, naughty, not dignified, docile and beautiful. Mom and Dad, your love is too heavy. Let me suffocate. Let go. I belong to the bird in the blue sky and want to fly; I am a small fish belonging to the sea and want to roam; I am a small tree belonging to the forest and want sunshine. Mom and Dad, set me free! The freedom I long for_ I like real freedom, not blind freedom. Who doesn't want to fly as freely as birds, run as freely as horses, and play as freely as fish. But we are human beings with advanced minds and real consciousness. The freedom we want is spiritual comfort. The freedom I need is to relax wholeheartedly, not for the purpose of freedom and freedom. The freedom I desire is real freedom, not the freedom to do whatever you want. Now we all lack this kind of real freedom, just as each of us has our own difficulties and compelling reasons. Just like our busy times, everyone is working, making money and cultivating children, but all these reasons are made up by us. We are not lack of freedom, but we lack a spiritual home. In the dream paradise, one day our world will be better. In that beautiful country, I saw people live a carefree life. Welcoming the rising sun and breathing fresh air every day, a piece of beautiful pastoral life replaces the busy urban prosperity, but it is more clean and harmonious. Children in the shade of the tree heard the sound of reading. They didn't study hard for fame and wealth like other children. They were imagining the beauty of the world under the tree like Newton. Their eager eyes were full of stars, as if they were looking for the brightest one. In every corner of the world, there are sound horns, that is the dawn, that is the joy of freedom, that is the happy smile of the statue of liberty. Senior Three: Ouyang Purple Street, I long for freedom_ 600 words looked up at the sky. A group of birds flapped their wings across the sky. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the birds played carefree among the clouds and looked at them through the window. Somehow, I had an impulse to cry and I was eager to fly.
In order to have a bright future, I spend all day with books. My desk is the only object I can talk about my troubles. Class and homework almost fill all the time in my life. In fact, I don't like this life. I want to rush out of this cage, fly to the blue sky, fly with birds, talk about my troubles to white clouds and talk about the future with them.
Now I am overwhelmed by the task of learning. I long for freedom, but the shackles of reality hold me tightly and pull me back from fantasy to reality. Since junior high school, my mother has made three rules for me: first, I must get excellent scores in the exam. 2、 No TV. 3、 Don't go out. But she doesn't understand that I also need freedom, friends and proper relaxation. I remember once, when my mother went out, I was very happy. Now I can relax. I fell on the sofa and turned on the TV. Interesting plots and funny actions made me laugh. It seemed that I was suddenly released. My mood was very smooth. But just as I enjoyed all this, a familiar voice came to me. My mother came over, turned off the TV immediately, and then scolded me. Dou Da's tears came out of the box. I cried and ran into the study. Why can't I have freedom? Although I know my mother thinks of me, reading is not a dead book. I also need to learn more through practice. Why can't my mother understand me? I looked at the sky through the window again. I really want to break free and get free.
Looking up at the sky, I was deeply attracted by it. Looking at everything in front of me, I fell into a deep thought: when can I fly in the air like a bird, fly freely on the sea like a seagull, and swim happily in the water like a fish. I think I can be free and happy when I have full wings.
I long for freedom and flight to the peak of knowledge. I long for freedom_ 300 words I want to fly in the sky like a bird; I want to live in the forest like a big tree; I want to be as happy as a fan. I long for freedom.
Looking down from the window, I saw the birds flying, which reminded me of my childhood happiness and freedom.
School make-up homework accounts for all of my life. I don't talk about freedom, but as long as I think of my childhood memory, I'm carefree. Now, I have to study hard for my future. I've learned an ancient poem. I pity the students living beside the secluded grass stream, and there are Orioles Singing in the deep trees. I really want to see such a scenery, but I just had the idea and disappeared.
Small fish practicing swimming in the pond, why do I think of freedom when I see you? Why do birds flying in the sky think of freedom when I see you? Now freedom seems to have crossed the century. I want to race against time and recover freedom.
It was overcast and I didn't go. The raindrops were on my clothes. I had an impulse to cry. I thought of the happiness and freedom when I was a child. Why would freedom disappear when I grew up? I don't want to grow up.
When the weather cleared up, I slowly raised my head, looked at the sun, and shouted the two words that I had not been able to export for a long time, freedom. Who locked up my freedom? I want freedom.
I want to be as happy as sand; I want to be like a waterfall without a source & lsquo; I'm more like a cloud, without restraint. I long for freedom, even if only for one day.