Please, please write an essay on the topic of my piece of sky , thank you!!

I don't know when I started, maybe when I was in junior high school, I had a wish that seemed simple and ordinary, but it was difficult to achieve.

This wish is to be able to play chess every day, whenever and wherever it is, and no matter who sees it, it will not interfere.

How simple, how ordinary! But I know it's unlikely to happen. Dad said:

Read more books and play less chess, so that it will be good for you. Playing those chess games all day will only burn your head. "My mother, under the influence of my father, naturally issued a "ban" to me

As a result, my father, mother, and sisters formed a "united front" and jointly sealed the "battlefield" at home.

Taking care of the burden, I wanted to open up another "battlefield" in school, but "people are not as good as the sky", considering that the final exam is approaching, the teacher actually followed his parents, and the "battlefield" of the class was also sealed, and as a result, I was really "useless as a hero" at this moment, and I had to go home and eat my own share.

Now, I don't have any time to touch chess except for secretly playing chess in my room and watching the chess games.

In the future, my studies will be more intense, and I don't know if I will have the opportunity to play chess. Perhaps, this wish will come true one day, because there will always be a day when people grow up, and perhaps these constraints will disappear on that day. But now, how I longed to be free from these constraints – just to have a good game of chess.

Sometimes, when I hid in my room and played chess, I occasionally found a flock of seabirds flying by the window, "how free they are, flying freely in the sky." "I can't help but sigh. As for me, I am like a "caged bird", looking for that free sky, and where is the sky that belongs to me?

I don't know how old you are. Is it primary or secondary school ==

You can write that this sky of yours is a scholarly world or your youth, a private world of yours.

Writing this way is more in your own personal mind.

Because that's your sky, you can have some thoughts about yourself.

The sky, I like it very blue, very blue. I like the blue sky with a few wisps of white clouds, the sky is exceptionally bright, and the sun is obliquely shining, and the earth is bathed in warm sunlight, and the scene at this moment can not help but make people feel refreshed.

At the same time, everyone has a piece of the world that amuses them. Every day has a different blue sky and white clouds. And the blue sky and white clouds are created by themselves and the people around them.

Whether the sky is clear or cloudy is up to them.

My sky, it seems that the sky is not very clear, maybe it has always been like this, although I have always disliked this, but it seems that the sky is not willing; I've always wanted friends, but they're wisps, looming and unpredictable.

Sometimes, it's not that the other person doesn't care about you, it's that you take the other person too seriously. I'm very, very concerned about those few wisps of clouds. But I don't like the clouds to be too thick, and against the backdrop of the sun, the blue sky, it will seem unreal and fake.

Only by paying sincerity with others can you get sincerity, but it can also hurt completely. If you keep your distance from others, you can protect yourself, but you are also destined to be lonely forever. "Others say that I am cold-blooded, even the dearest mommy also says the same, in fact, I am running away from harm, the less I pay, the less harm I have, but I am lonely.

And I am not willing to be lonely, and I will always be paid the most, and I will never pay more than 30%, which always makes the people around me more and more tired, and finally can't stand me and avoids me. Actually, I'm selfish! Really'。

My sky was not an ordinary cloudy day, maybe it was cloudy, a faint wind was blowing, the sun was hiding behind the clouds, and the dear white clouds were also changed, and at last only me, alone, stood under the sky that was about to pour ...... rainTearful carnival ......

In fact, I am not willing to be lonely.