I long to be free Is there a good essay?

Life is sometimes cruel and unforgiving, and my heart is worn out; flattened; soiled; Scratched. I feel unhappy. However, I crave darkness. Understanding the darkness, I will be radiant and happy...

I longed to be free.

Check out the article. I long for freedomThursday, 18 October 2007 19:26I long for me to be a fish and free to play in the sea.

I longed for me to be a bird that could fly freely in the sky.

I longed that I was a tree that could grow freely on land.

The reason why I want to be free is because I have grown up, I no longer need my mother's careful care, I don't need my mother to treat me as a "baby bear", I don't want my mother to take away my freedom.

Birds lose their wings and can't fly, fish lose the water they live on and die, and for me, I lose my freedom and I'm depressed. I'm now a sixth-grader about to graduate, and I'm very nervous about studying, and we all know that at this critical juncture, we should not think about anything and concentrate on studying, but then every student's freedom is gone. Take me, for example, every day when I come home, I am like a canary in a birdcage, losing the freedom I crave.

After finishing the homework assigned by the teacher in school, my parents asked me to do the Olympiad and watch the Olympiad. If I say "no", my parents will have a dark face, either yelling at me to threaten me, or ignoring me to isolate me, in short, I have experienced all kinds of strange tricks, but they almost tied me up with five flowers. In desperation, I had to raise my hand to surrender and obediently do the Olympiad.

Even though every parent hopes that their children will become Chan and Jackie Phoenix, we can't always let us swim in the "sea of books", but also let our brains relax and relax. Pressure is put on us every day, and you think we are "prisoners".

Is it? Does it need to be so harsh?

Freedom, freedom, I long for freedom, can I just learn and lose my freedom? I don't believe it, so why do you need Lady Liberty?

Mom, please give me back your freedom!

I crave understanding.

Well, I think you can choose a little material that you have more experience with, and then process it to make your feelings more real, the language can be beautiful, but don't be vain, you can use some lyrics, or modern poetry, that will be more connotative, and then use some thought on the topic, not too popular, not too old.

For example, talk about how you or someone else grew up in the prison of parents and teachers, and then say that the current child's desire for freedom is best written yourself. Only by confiding in your heart can you express the truest emotions.

The whole lake turned red (it was blood), and a hand was stretched out from the lake, and the girl's feet were grabbed, and she was pulled into the lake, and then, 100 kilometers away from the forest, the girl's body and clothes were found, but her head was missing, and the people opened her backpack and were frightened, and the bag was her head, and her expression was very painful, and the people who found her had abandoned her body in the forest, and then left, and since then, no one has dared to go to that forest.

If you read this post, please reply to the post immediately, and click "Bodhisattva bless", and then post this in another bar **3 copies, if not, that hand will be stretched out when you take a bath, and you will end up with that girl! Be sure that everything is true.

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown. ”

Freedom", what a tempting two words, how many people want to be free, hope for freedom, and love freedom. For prison inmates, freedom is the hope of rebirth, but for those of us who have just entered adolescence, what is "freedom"?

The older generation often puts these words on their lips: "You children are so happy, we only want three meals and food and clothing in those years, which is like you, and we talk about famous brands every day", maybe this sentence makes sense, but after the ruthless baptism of history and years, we don't think so.

At night, I would always stare at the twinkling stars in the sky, they look so free, if I had a pair of wings I would ......The sound of the door opening interrupted my so-called rebellious thoughts, and I couldn't help but have a sour nose when I looked at the mountain of homework and my mother's blazing gaze, heh! This is what modern people call happiness.

I disdain this kind of happiness, I wish I could be a wild horse running wild on the grassland, and the natural, wild, unrestrained beauty deeply shocked me. I swallowed my bitterness at the thought of tomorrow's 7:30 tutorial class, and looked at my mother, who was watching me, and I had a feeling that I wanted to say what I thought, but I knew that doing so would only get my mother to blame ......

I stepped onto the bus to the teacher's house, and I was crowded in the crowd hoping to breathe a sigh of relief, and I felt like a bird in a cage, so desperate, so helpless, looking at the outside world, even though I was familiar with the squeezed environment. As the song goes: "I am a little bird, I want to fly but I can't fly......”

In the face of the continuous development of society, there are more and more talents in the society, parents in order for their children to adapt to the society, so everyone has to "strengthen education", but there is a saying that "the son becomes a dragon and the child becomes an insect", so that children learn to have gold stars in their eyes is not necessarily a good thing? "I'm going to fly higher! Fly higher ......”

The sound of the door interrupted my so-called rebellious thoughts, looking at the mountain of homework and my mother's blazing gaze