People say that there can't be a bird in a cage that longs for freedom, because that bird will eventually be depressed because it loses its freedom; And those birds that have not died, their will and desire for freedom have been completely exhausted by time. People also say that it is impossible to let the bird go in the cage, because if he lets the bird go by himself, he will lose the value of existence and then die. So many birdcages will watch a bird die in the cage and be indifferent, accept everything silently with a hard-hearted appearance, and then greet a sparrow or nightingale with fresh life. I am also a birdcage trapped by fate. No sooner had I been bought into my master's house than I was hung up and put into a bird. What a beautiful bird: a cherry-like beak, black eyes and claws like fire; There are light yellow feathers on the head, a brown neck ring between the necks, a purple cloak on the body, orange feathers on the wings, and light green and light blue tail hair; Smooth feathers sparkle with charming aura in the sun. This is really a natural thing. But like all birds, she always thinks of the growing forest and longs for the blue sky and white clouds. She is among me, neither eating nor drinking. Just looking at the distance, the black pupils are full of sadness. Originally beautiful feathers, but also lost their original luster because of their thinness, and stuck to her listlessly. She has obviously lost weight. Two days later, she started attacking me: pecking me with her mouth, kicking me with her feet and even hitting me with her head. I can't feel the pain because I'm made of iron. Seeing blood oozing from her head, I couldn't help asking, do you hurt? She paused, ignored me and just hit me with her head. I know. She hates me. The next day, she began to eat. I don't know whether she was too hungry or gave up her resistance. But this is a good thing after all, she can not die. Then she told me where she used to live. The blue sky is spotless and has not been polluted by the lead dust of civilization. White clouds lie leisurely in the sky, and under the blue sky is an endless green forest; The winding river in the forest is clear as nothingness; Fish of all colors are swimming around in the water. On land, sheep graze on the grass and eat small wildflowers with lavender fragrance at will; Cows drink water by the river; The dog is playing with the reflection in the water. Birds in the sky shuttle from tree to tree, making noise on the branches. In the morning, she and her friends sang in the air, looking for insects to eat. In the Woods at noon, they shuttled and played hide-and-seek together and went home to sleep at night. Sometimes I go out to explore the new world, and sometimes I quarrel with other birds at home, but how free and happy it is! I've been asking her to talk about her past life, and I've been dreaming about animal parks in the distance. Constantly thinking, I really want to fly to that distant place. I don't know if I'm selfish. I just want to talk to her and ask her to describe the jungle in the distance. Actually, she doesn't know either. I really want her to go, but I can't. I thought her will to freedom had faded and she was used to living in a cage. In fact, I don't know the jealousy and sadness in her eyes whenever she looks into the distance or sees the bluebird flying in the sky. Once, I was shocked by her actions: when humans came to take her out to play, I saw the hatred in her eyes. She really pecked people's hands with a cherry beak. She broke free and flew around the big room, but she couldn't find the exit. Finally, she was caught and put into my body. I saw her hatred and tired eyes, and tears flashing in the corner of her eyes. It turns out that her will to freedom is still very strong. Finally, I made a decision: let her go. Her dim eyes sparkled when I told her the decision. She asked me in surprise, "Really?" I calmly told her yes, trying to hide my sadness. I let the human go when she went out. I watched her fly away in the golden sunshine and return to her beautiful hometown. I smiled, laughing when I was silently swallowed up by death. I just found out now that bird cages can never have a free sky, because the sky may just belong to soaring birds. ...
Argumentative writing
Some people say that the greatest sorrow of mankind is that the immortal soul drags the heavy body. Without this body, all human desires will stop. Don't, just be strong. If you don't want to, nothing can beat it, and everything will be perfect.
God gave people wisdom, but cruelly set various desires to tempt people's bodies and test people's will. Desire is a subtle forbidden fruit, and it must pay a price to drive it out. How many people are attracted by it, and then abandon their followers in the wilderness with their sexual hands to bear the eternal desolation and loneliness.
People say that the most difficult thing for a person to overcome is himself. In fact, the most difficult thing for men to overcome is desire. Only strong willpower and rational judgment can resist. But not everyone can overcome it with such firm will and belief. So the door of desire can't be opened.
This society is full of too many temptations-money, beauty and power ... If you can't extricate yourself from any temptation, you will pay a heavy price for it. The philosopher Berlin put it well: the freer the place, the more valuable the temperance; Otherwise, freedom will become the butcher of freedom.
The ancient Greek philosopher Pythagoras said, "A man who cannot restrain himself cannot be called a free man." Only when the desire of the body is restricted can the mind seek greater freedom. Moderation will bring true freedom. Now people understand freedom as eliminating external constraints. In fact, that's a misunderstanding. Don't regard indulgence as freedom. Restraint usually reflects the light of human nature better. Just like a game, the result is the golden mean and the regular release of human nature. Only by living moderately and not letting desire control you can you get real freedom and happiness.