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Writing about the Olympic Games, Beijing promises to give the world a green, high-tech, everyone's Olympic Games. How wonderful the Olympic Games are and how they deliver on their promises.

My commitment.

Sometimes, I want to be willful for once, too.

Well-behaved, I never thought of rebellion; Obedient, I never remembered resisting; But I'm quiet, and sometimes, I want to be willful.

When I was a child, I looked at Winnie the Pooh in the center of the window for a long time, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart, believing that soon I would be able to own it. However, my mother held a thick dictionary in her hand, and she said: "Only by reading good books can you grow up to be productive, and you can play whatever you want when the time comes."

So, I said goodbye to the window, took the dictionary, and reluctantly left. As if I had lost something in my heart, I knew that it was the innocence that a child should have, but now it was tightly choked by a pair of invisible hands.

When I was in elementary school, "I'm sorry. I looked apologetically at my table mates who had to "move". There was a suffocating element in the air, an eerie silence.

She left silently, and the smaller figure struck a heavy blow on my heart, and I was very reluctant, but-"Sitting with a bad student will affect your learning, it's better to change a good student to you, I'll go to the teacher." Mom's words are still in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened, can't I have a precious friendship?

I was speechless. When the winter vacation of middle school was approaching, I hesitated between the "** training class" and the "math training class". I love it, but I know that learning is just as important. I am not a gifted child blessed by God, excellent grades, I need twice as much diligence and sweat as others to strive for, I tremble.

Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful for once! So, I stepped into the "** training class" as I wished, my mother was just silent, and then walked into the room with a muffled voice, and the heavy sound of the door closing made me hesitate, did I do something wrong?

I've never found my singing voice so beautiful now, and I'm satisfied with the flowers and applause I received, and I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel, one morning, my mother whispered to my father: "This child, if he had signed up for the 'mathematics training class', his studies would definitely not have fallen behind."

These words happened to be heard by me as I got up and passed by, and my heart seemed to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, and it hurt with blood. When I handed my mother the certificate of "First Prize in the ** Competition", my mother looked at me with a complicated expression and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the awards, and also blew away the dripping tears, and broke my heart.

Start and stop, no one cares, what's the use of it?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me; My long-absent table mate clasped my hand and whispered "long time no see"; On stage, I confidently showed my singing voice to ...... audience

I know that the road ahead is bumpy, but I still want to go on, in my own way, no longer a doll at the mercy of others, I have to face the ups and downs of life by myself.

The early morning sun shone into the woods, the mischievous dew bloomed a small flower on the ground, I opened my arms and breathed the free air, it was so good to be free! Sometimes, I really want to be willful once.