Essay Weekends and Holidays Study and Life Plan .

There are five days of the week that are the hardest, almost every day is looking forward to Friday. Friday finally arrived, and I loved that day the most because the moment I left school that afternoon, I felt a sense of relief. That's because I'm liberated, I can wake up at 9 o'clock on Saturday morning, touch the computer, and play carefree!

But this Saturday and Sunday is the opposite.

On Friday afternoon, the Chinese Mathematics English teacher assigned a bunch of homework, Chinese: an essay. Mathematics: Training, p24-25, a newspaper. English: Dictation, Listening and Reading, First Class, p22-23.

On Saturday morning, I hurriedly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I started to do my homework, which wasn't too much for school, but it was enough for me to do for a day or two. My hands are writing all the time.

It wasn't until the afternoon that I finished math and English. There was only one essay left before my parents agreed to take me out to play. As a result, Mom and Dad used the excuse of cooking dinner and went home after less than an hour of play.

On Sunday, I finished my homework. I thought my mom and dad could take me to play. But I didn't expect my parents to let me go and ask me to do the math AB paper I bought back from Xinhua Bookstore. I went crazy and finished the math ab paper.

This Saturday and Sunday, a time that should have belonged to me, but this dream of mine could not come true. But I want to say to my mother"Please give me back this Saturday and Sunday of mine! "

The goddess sister who picked up the garbage.

After five days of campus life, we ushered in the weekend that we longed for. Now it's cold, and I want to sleep more in the morning, but I can't, I have to be pulled out of the bed by my mother early in the morning and go to cram school in the biting cold wind. I really want to have a happy Saturday and Sunday.

If I had a free weekend, I would go to the library, pick up my favorite books, read tirelessly, read for half a day, and then invite my friends to the playground and play with our favorite Ferris wheel. Let's talk about my usual life, with a lot of homework and so many cram schools, how can I have the time and energy to go to the library.

There is only one day left on the weekend I have been longing for, and I want to keep this precious minute and every second. On Sunday, I'm going to swim in the pool, and I'm lying on an inflatable swim ring and it feels like I'm up in the sky and rolling on the clouds. After swimming, I'll go home and work in front of my computer to catch up with my friends.

After two days of happy life, it's time to return to the intense campus life. On Sunday night, a small summary of the past two days and a good composition to organize them into a notebook. Oh, and I mentioned the composition again, and it seems that I still can't forget it.

If I really had these two short but happy days, I would fly out of my birdcage and into the free field to sing to my heart's content.

Mom, what I want to say to you, I have always bought it in my heart and never said it, and today, I will take this opportunity to talk about it.

Mom, I want to say to you, since I was in the sixth grade, you have been controlling me too tightly, and I can't owe any homework that I owe it every day at noon. Review in the evening, only play with the computer for a short time on Sunday, do homework on Friday night, and review on Saturday. I was reviewed every day.

Reviewing and reviewing is troublesome and stressful. The length of review is not calculable every morning. This is the review in the afternoon.

In the past, I loved Saturdays and Sundays the most. Now it's good. I hate Saturdays and Sundays the most.

My rest time has been greatly reduced.

I couldn't disobey when I was reviewing, and my yearning for freedom became a pipe dream. How I wish I could relax for a small holiday, even if it's a small weekend. In fact, I also know that the sixth grade is very crucial, so let me study hard to be admitted to "Jinghua".

That's my dream, too. But don't control my freedom like that! It made me feel that it was better to go to school every day on Saturdays and Sundays.

Since I was in sixth grade, I have lost my freedom. It's like a bird losing its wings, and it's incredibly painful. I feel like I've been falling into a dark cabin.

Mom, I want to say to you in 5 words, and the 5 words I hope to achieve the most: "Please give me freedom!" "It's only five words, but I think it's enough.

Write "Today is another beautiful weekend" first, and then write about what happened. Finally, I am writing about your feelings.