squeeze

I am a swimming fish, but I yearn for the sky above sea level.

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Looking up doesn't mean enjoying. Struggling in the sea, I tried my best to move forward, but I was violently rushed back by the countercurrent. Pain comes in waves, but it doesn't mean giving up. I lurked by the stone just to save my strength and strike again. Struggling and wandering, looking at the starry sky through the water, I saw the loneliness of the sky.

Struggle is a branch of the unwilling tree. Who knows, it will also bear sweet fruit.

At this moment, I have adapted to a stronger body. After that, I rushed to the front, and I pushed the fish out of the way, because "the survival of the fittest" is an eternal truth; I pushed the fish on the road ahead and watched it being washed back by the countercurrent, and my heart was silent. This is the truth of any creature in the ivory tower of the cruel society church. I push hard just to get close to the sea level, because I know that the blue sky above the sea level is my yearning.

Tired, endless pushing exhausted my last strength; Pain, huge stones cut fish scales, and the surrounding waters are full of blood. Living is the best reward for the winner, and death is the last escape for the loser.

Facing the rolling waves, I have no retreat, looking at the dark abyss behind me, where the smell of death is filled. There is no reason and no escape. Life is full of pressure.

A little closer to the front, one meter, two meters, ... Finally, the perseverance of struggle is exhausted. But I can't stop. I want to see the loneliness of the sky again.

Pushing, crustily skin of head to move on, the end point is ahead, I saw dazzling light, earth-shattering beauty.

When I pushed my last opponent away, the unwilling eyes made me nervous, but there was nothing I could do, so I told myself. This is a difficult problem that fate has given us. We live our own life, and the end point ahead is this life.

I cry silently, but who can see my tears? When tears and water blend together, only the sea can understand the pain in my heart.

Looking at the scarred body, it's not that I don't know how to cherish it, but that I'm doomed. Only when I am injured can I get what I want, let alone pursue my dream. I can never stop.

I am just a fish, but I have been pushing, pushing away the resistance of the sea and squeezing out the rocks on the road. Finally, I reached the sea level.

I fly and jump, regardless of the pain of the wound and physical fatigue. I understand that the sky is no longer lonely at this moment, because of my participation.

I am a swimming fish, but I yearn for the sky above sea level. I stopped breathing when I jumped and hugged the sky.

Analysis:

"Push" is a verb.

There are two meanings: one is behavior, pushing and squeezing; The second is crowding out, that is, using power or means to make people who are not conducive to themselves lose their status or interests. So there are several writing angles. Or writing "push" is a game mode, which is a reflection of behavior and state of mind in a specific environment. For example, games between classmates, good feelings and so on. It can also be written that "pushing" is a practical joke, an external manifestation of boredom, which will cause great physical and mental harm. For example, the stampede at Yucai Middle School in Xiangxiang, Hunan Province was caused by shoving. You can also write tricks, crowd out and squeeze people, reflecting the complexity of social relations between people and the weakness of human nature.