Saturday morning is gloomy, and the air is filled with lazy molecules. Suddenly, a ringing telephone broke the silence in the morning, and the cheerful voice of the students came from the receiver: "Hello! Let's play outside! Do you want to come together! " Beside, there are a group of boys and girls playing. I was tempted and was about to say yes. Suddenly my mother came with a mobile phone and told me what my English teacher ordered me to recite. Suddenly, my interest disappeared. After teasing them a few words, I put down my phone and glared at it. I went back to my room and plunged into boring English.

I just watched it for half an hour, and I can't sit still. I can't help but whisper to myself: Shakespeare's 26 letters have been smashed into so many things, and his old man's house has really hurt us ... alas, the more I read this English book, the more dizzy I get. Why can they run wild outside, and I can only stay in this room and read this tadpole word? It is estimated that I have gone to a classmate's house for dinner now. Maybe I'm laughing at a joke, maybe I'm watching an interesting TV program together, or maybe I've come up with a trick that is being carried out on some unfortunate person. The cheerful scene seemed to appear in front of my eyes through the quiet air. I seemed to hear the laughter of my classmates, as if it were true or false, and I giggled. Suddenly, all this disappeared, and the English book was still in front of me. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my schoolbag and rushed out the door. I want to be happy, and I will deal with you in damn English when I come back! I walked out of the corridor, but I took it back. "No, you can't recite the text next week. If I want to pass dictation, I won't be laughed to death by my classmates. What a shame! " Forget it! If you watch it for another hour, it will be hard to come. "I obediently sat at my desk again, holding a book and reading it." 10, 9, 8, 7 ... "An hour later, I was about to rush out the door again, and that hateful message ruined my good thing. For some reason, a short message came late and stopped me, asking me to recite something ... I reluctantly took out my English book again, and suddenly several thoughts flashed through my mind at the same time. " Why not? ""that won't do. If you forget to do it like last time, you will be criticized again. " "Just once, just once, I will do it next time!" "Have you forgotten? Last time you did this, how many times can you learn next time? "... these thoughts collide and split again and again, forming an endless cycle, which makes me helpless. Evil thoughts are still sneering: "give up, give up, it's time for you to go out and play!" "Think about the outside ..." But a weak and firm voice said, "No, you must work hard if you want to figure out your grades!" My heart is getting more and more excited. I turned on the computer in a rage and fought in a virtual game.

Strangely, I became more and more calm. I watched the soldiers on the screen destroy monsters one by one, and I thought of myself. Yes, I should, like this warrior, resolutely eliminate those evil thoughts that make me give up and let them disappear without mercy, so as to win the final victory. If I don't resist, they will become more and more rampant, I will be defeated step by step and become a loser, and the enemy will always prevail. I want to be the final winner! The subtitles of "complete victory" appeared on the screen, and I also overcame my irritability. This time, I picked up the book willingly without complaint.

Sometimes, I want to give up, but those who want to win will stick to it. Maybe there will be more temptations in the future, and more often, I will want to give up. However, the strongest self, please remember the incomparable determination now.

Sometimes, I want to let my heart go.

The sunshine outside the window is impulsively bright, and the rhythm of cicada singing is like Beethoven and Bach's symphony. I am intoxicated by this extremely monotonous and rhythmic melody, as if the air around me is exciting and happy, and the blood flowing in my body seems to be smoother and lighter. All the ups and downs in this world are outside me.

I hear my heart, it's breathing. ...

Suddenly, all the insects and birds stopped singing, the air stopped flowing and the world was silent. Then, everything began to stir up again. Reality dragged me out of your wonderful arms. Messy bun, pale cheeks, bleeding heart, facing the vast sea of books, the heavy teaching staff is as high as a mountain, pushing me mercilessly from the sky to the abyss. At the moment I fell down, maybe my heart was still beating uneasily, but I couldn't feel it.

All I can perceive is that the words on the mountain of books, one by one, one by one, turn into piles of ants in an instant, wrapping my paralyzed heart layer by layer, tightly and impenetrably, leaving it to torture in my body, while I can only stay where I am and witness this bloody war.

At this moment, how much I long for a beam of light, a gust of wind and a rain to pull me up from the bottom of the abyss and take me away from this world, even if it only makes me quiet, I hope.

I'm tired. I don't struggle with my hands anymore. Close your eyes slowly. ...

There is only an endless sea in my mind, and I open my arms wearily, as if I have everything in this world. The sea breeze slowly passed through my messy hair, which broadened my mind and made my temperament more flamboyant. That kind of broadness and vastness is unparalleled, which makes me deeply embedded in this realm and intoxicated.

Time seems to have stood still, and only I know the secret.

Surprised people, please don't take a step forward, just let this picturesque scenery live in my memory forever. Because my heart needs it, needs its songs and needs its stories. ...

Please be quiet, my heart is still moving. ...

Sometimes, I want to write a book.

Sometimes, I want to write a book ...

The starry sky on a summer night carries too many dreams for me. I meditated, hoping to write my next book with my youth.

Sometimes, I want to learn from Lu Xun and write a book like "Morning Flowers Pick Up in the Evening". Time flies, and we silently hide the past in the bottom of the memory box. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to record the moments when beautiful flowers once bloomed. I want to quietly recall the happiness of building blocks with my friends when I was a child on a bright morning, slowly recall the sublimation of friendship after the primary school and friends got into trouble, savor the ups and downs of junior high school life and my dreams now, and wait until a few years later, open my closed heart and wipe away the dust on my memory. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to wait for the good fortune of the past. At night, let the present warmth and the past sweetness sleep together.

Sometimes, I also want to learn from Ostrovschi and write a book like How Steel was Tempered. Life has taught me that difficulties in life are inevitable, and we should tell ourselves to be strong. I want to be a soldier like Paul, face challenges with a smile, meet my dreams with youth, release the sunshine in my heart, and effectively write down my motto-this is how youth is tempered! This reminds me of the Wenchuan earthquake, an ordinary and tall figure. Didn't the survivors who survived by their own beliefs and courage also perform a perfect life like Paul? Sometimes, I also want to write a book, like a soldier, to build my own myth with strength and courage.

I meditated under the bright starry sky on a summer night. Isn't life just a book? We need to live every day carefully, put aside other thoughts and write with strong will. I silently made a wish to write the most brilliant chapter with the most beautiful brush.

Sometimes, I also want to write a book. However, I haven't written yet ... Sometimes, I want to sing, too.

At the age of fifteen, I can't hide my youth, my heart is budding, my heart is sentimental, my enthusiasm is surging, but I am a little shy. This is the most beautiful season in my life.

I really want to sing a song. Singing about my great parents. /kloc-I was pregnant in 0/0, and I devoted all my love after giving birth at one time. Suffered hardships, wind, frost, rain and dew, I do not know how many spring and autumn seasons have been sent away. I will praise your love with gorgeous poems, and I will paint your selfless dedication with gorgeous oil paintings. Youth is shy. One song is enough.

I really want to sing a song. Singing about my selfless teacher. Three-foot platform, three years of cold and heat, hard work. A few strands of white hair and a few hidden wrinkles tell the seamless of the years, shape every new student with your heart, and send every tender heart to the distance with your eyes. Pro-spring is silent. One song is enough.

I really want to sing a song. Singing my lovely partner. Three years of classmates, get along with each other day and night. Watering every crystal lily with tears reveals the true feelings of caring. Moved to make winter no longer cold, every eye contact is the evolution of friendship, and every understanding of the soul is the sublimation of feelings. Youth is unrestrained. One song is enough.

I really want to sing a song. Sing my unrestrained youth. My adolescence has always been occupied by shyness. Until one day, a voice from the bottom of my heart broke through the ground. This is youth, and youth is unrestrained. In the warm years, we cried and scattered memories all the way until we became pearls, then we picked them up again and took them back to the road, running in the rain with our partners and learning from unrestrained boys. My youth is as naive as a puppy. Youth throbs and is sentimental. Picking up the fallen leaves, I sighed that I went to Qiu Lai in spring, and the snow came, and I wanted to hit my partner. Then, I smiled. Every boy and girl has had a dream, which is illusory but beautiful, and the throb of my heart makes you blush again and again. Youth flies. Years are silent, youth is gone, and madness together has become the most precious memory. I want to sing. One song is not enough. I have a flying heart.

Every girl is very excited, but also very shy. Singing is about parents, teachers and partners, just the inner voice. I dare not, for fear that my hoarse voice will affect the artistic conception of the song, for fear that my lack of tone is self-defeating, and I want to stop and tell a story.

Hear that voice again, young man. Sometimes, I want to sing, really. Sing if you want, and youth won't laugh at you.

Youth won't laugh at me, I want to leave a brilliant sum for youth.

Sometimes, I also want to sing.

Sometimes, I can also sing.

Sometimes, I also want to sing.

Sometimes I want to escape.

Real life often disturbs people's minds, whether mentally or realistically, subjectively or objectively, which will make us feel stressed and unhappy all day. Walking in the noisy street, looking at the towering buildings and the gray clouds all over the sky, I sometimes want to escape. Unlike Tao Yuanming and Hong Liang, he lived in seclusion all his life, but let his mind escape, wash in a pure land, and then let his clear heart face everything.

Sometimes, I want to escape into tea. In the fresh Biluochun or bitter bitterness, let the five flavors and rhymes of tea go away quietly, let me float and sink slowly in the tea like Biluochun's tea, let the bitterness of tea make me lost, and let the fragrance of tea wake me up. Lu Yu's "Tea Classic" in those days may also be that tea has its own way. For a moment, I wanted to escape into tea, not only because of the taste of tea, but also because it made me understand that life is bittersweet. If it is all bitter and all sweet, tea will have no taste. Su Shi has a saying, "Like ancient tea makes a beautiful woman", and it really happens. Under the action of tea, a temporary escape becomes a cognition of life. Lu Guimeng and Pi Rixiu are friends drinking tea in the corner, which is precisely to avoid, but they are rarely confused.

Yu's White-haired Suzhou says Suzhou is a quiet backyard of China culture. Sometimes, I also want to escape to the mountains and rivers, take a short rest, let the mountain springs rush into the stagnant water, let the mountains overlook the ravines in my heart, let the morning light sweep away the shadows in my heart, and let the birds sing into the melody in my heart. Standing on the mountains and rivers, I feel above the sky, my eyes are small, but my heart is big. In this process, time seems to go back, let it smooth the wrinkles in my heart. Su Shunqin reclaimed land for gardening and named it "Falling Flowers Wave", which is exactly the case.

Sometimes, I also want to escape, broaden myself in escape, wake up in escape, and struggle after escape!

Sometimes, I can't figure it out.

"Blue sky, yellow leaves ... the mountain reflects the sunset and meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is also outside. "

Looking at the prompt "Sometimes I want to" in the title of the composition, my mind flashed a picture and my mind was full of thoughts. It took me a long time to get back to the examination room. Somehow, with the growth of age, I feel my heart is getting heavier and heavier. I often tell myself not to be so positive, but I can't help it.

I once wanted to go down in history.

What have I shed in these fifteen years?

Going to Qiu Lai in spring, fifteen cycles, fifteen years of vicissitudes of life, made me weather-beaten, but I never really understood that "the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold".

I wanted to be strong and brave.

I feel really guilty about Pavel Colta King. When you encounter difficulties, you will shrink back, you will be depressed if your test scores drop, and you will cry when you cut your hand ... I really want to be strong in the face of difficulties, not shrink back, bravely face difficulties and challenge myself; Sometimes, I also want to be strong under the impact of my achievements: learn lessons, sum up experience, catch up and go forward bravely; Sometimes, when my hand is dripping blood, I want to be strong: wipe away my tears, pick up scissors and gauze, and reluctantly dress the wound. But I can't seem to do it.

I once wanted to study hard and honor my parents.

Recalling the two enduring idiom stories of "picking a beam and stabbing a stock" and "sleeping on the ice and begging for carp", I can't help but hang my head and reflect on myself. Think about the hero of the story, how brave and hard they are, even hanging their heads and stabbing their legs in order to study hard! I, on the other hand, never make sacrifices for good grades. Think of the ancients, in order to satisfy their mother's wishes, even lying on the ice and melting the ice with their own body temperature to catch carp for their mother, but I have never paid anything for my mother, which is shameful.

I once thought about being serious.

Look at your classmates, your deskmate, listen attentively, take notes carefully, and answer questions with a loud voice. As for me, I am distracted from time to time in class, my handwriting is messy, and I always keep my head down when answering questions. Occasionally, I wonder if the strange poem "Four-headed Students" is talking about me: "The class activities are crowded, the teacher lowers his head when asking questions, and every time he takes an exam. Although I didn't "overdo it", I almost "achieved" other "three heads".

I have also thought: I have always been impetuous, and sometimes I want to go deeper; I have always been careless, and sometimes I want to be serious; Sometimes I want to be brave in difficulties; I want right and wrong of justice; The so-called "hardships, jade ru Yu Cheng", sometimes want to be tenacious in setbacks. ...

I really want to put aside selfish distractions and thoughts, but I just can't.

If I can think less or not, then my fifteen years may not be "grey" clouds and yellow leaves, but "blue sky and green leaves" Then, fifteen years of wind and rain, fifteen years left a brilliant page.

Really! Sometimes, I can't think.

Sometimes, I also want to cry.

Dawn thanks the sunshine for bringing people dawn, flowers thank the grass for its selfless foil, birds thank the branches for giving them a stage to sing, and I thank my mother for letting me learn to be strong. But sometimes I feel like crying.

The weather was bad last year. Last year, a merciless snow killed my father! I still remember that it snowed that afternoon, and my classmates had a good time at school, but I was always unhappy. Maybe my study is too heavy. I always think about my homework. When I got home at night, I saw my mother crying her eyes red. I asked my mother what was wrong. My mother said it snowed heavily and the highway was closed. Father wanted to go home to see his daughter, so he went home by a detour on the mountain road. The mountain road is slippery because of the ice. On the way from XX—— to Jiujiang, the car turned down the hill. I can't believe what my mother said. How is that possible? Dad called me yesterday and said that he bought me many gifts. I cried, but there was no sound. I'm afraid my mother will be even more sad when she hears it.

The next day, I didn't want to go to school. My mother found out, took my hand and said, "son, your father is gone, and you still have your mother." No matter how hard and tired you are, your mother will support you. You must study hard and you will succeed in the future. This is what your father expected. " Hearing this, tears swirled in my eyes, as if a flash flood was about to break out. I wiped my eyes with my hand and thought, I must be strong and hold on. Now it's just me and my mother at home. I can't lose heart. Under the escort of my mother's wet eyes, I began my intense study again. Sometimes, I want to cry, but I can't for my mother's sake.

There is nothing to do. Since my father died, I have become silent and my mother seldom laughs. Quiet air often permeates my home. In learning, without the guidance of my father, my grades plummeted and I was upset all day. Sometimes when I get home, I get angry with my mother. At the sight of the silver hair on my mother's head, I suddenly regretted it. Yeah, isn't mom sad, too? I am full of chagrin and feel sorry for my mother. If she knows that my grades have dropped, she will be more sad than me.

I failed an exam, went home and closed the door and sobbed for a long time until my mother opened the door for me. Mom hugged me as soon as she came in, and they both cried together! After a long time, my mother and I comforted each other. At that time, my mother said a lot to me. I only remember one sentence deeply: "A person's body can fall, but his will can't."

"deja vu, Yan returns." I understood what my mother meant and dried my tears. Since then, I have done my own project and studied hard. I usually don't go to bed until twelve o'clock. My mother also stays with me late into the night every night. Finally, everything comes to him who waits, and my grades rank second in the class. Thinking of my mother's efforts day and night, I really want to jump into her arms and cry. But I can't, I can't cry, I can't let my mother worry that I'm not strong enough. The joy of deja vu has returned to me. Now I am alone in the examination room with the hope of my dead father and the hope of my kind mother.

Mom, you know, I will hold back my tears in one breath in this article. Your hard-working figure, your accompanying smile, and your strong personality are vivid. Mom, you gave me warmth, confidence and strength.

Mom, I really want to cry, but I can't, because too many tears will affect the exam. Because today is only the first test of the senior high school entrance examination, the following subjects are still waiting for me to respond confidently! I cannot and will not let you down.

Really, sometimes, I want to cry, so just, for my mother's sake, I restrained myself.

Sometimes, I want to be willful once.

Smart I never thought of rebellion; Obedience I never remember resisting; But I am quiet. Sometimes, I want to be willful.

In childhood

Looking at Winnie the Pooh who has been in the center of the window, I have unspeakable joy in my heart. I believe I will have it soon. However, my mother has a thick dictionary in her hand. She said, "Only by reading good books can we grow up and play as we please." So, I bid farewell to the window, took the dictionary and reluctantly left. Something seems to have been lost in my heart. I know it is the innocence that a child should have, but now it is tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

In primary school

"I'm sorry." I looked apologetically at my deskmate who was moving. The air contains suffocating ingredients, and there is a strange silence. She left silently, and the gradually smaller figure was branded in my mind, which was very sad, but-"sitting with a poor student will affect your study." You'd better change a good student for you, and I'll find the teacher. " Mom's words are still ringing in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened. Can't I have a precious friendship? I am speechless.

in high school

The winter vacation is coming, and I hesitate between "music training class" and "math training class". I love music, but I know that learning is equally important. I am not a gifted child blessed by God. Excellent grades require twice as much diligence and sweat as others, so I shudder. Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful once! So, I entered the "music training class" as I wished. My mother just kept silent, and then came into the room in a muffled voice. The heavy door closing made me hesitate. Did I do something wrong?

at present

I have never found my voice so beautiful. I am very satisfied with the flowers and applause. I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel. One morning, my mother whispered to my father, "If this child has signed up for a' math training class', he will certainly not fall behind in his studies." These words happened to be heard when I got up. My heart seemed to be pierced by an arrow, and my blood hurt. When I handed my mother the certificate of the "first prize in the music competition", my mother gave me a complicated look and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the award, dispersed the dripping tears and broke my heart. Ups and downs, nobody cares, what's the use?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me. My long-lost deskmate held my hand and whispered "long time no see"; On the stage, I confidently show my voice to the audience. ...

I know the road ahead is bumpy, but I still have 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 morning sun shone into the Woods, and the naughty dew blossomed a small flower on the ground. I open my arms and breathe the free air. How nice to be free! Sometimes, I really want to be willful once.