Outside the window, the sun is shining, but I can't feel its warmth; Outside the window, peach trees have sprouted, but I can't feel the arrival of spring; Outside the window, laughter came, but there were no children playing. Why? Oh, it turned out that books and materials blocked my view. They cover the sunshine's kindness to me; Covered the information reported to me in spring; Covered up my yearning for freedom.
Look up at the sky, ah, it's so blue, but why didn't I notice it before? Maybe the book blinded my eyes! In the sky, white clouds chase and play, and birds play. Can I be one of them? Suddenly, the sound of broken glass broke my meditation. It turned out that my brother accidentally broke it while playing football. I envy my brother. He is so free. Even if he is in trouble, he can reap the freedom and happiness of the past, and where is my freedom? The books and materials are still in front of me. Can I only struggle in the sea of questions and grow up in my mother's eager eyes? Can't I be a little willful? There is an unspeakable sadness in my heart.
I want to be free. I don't want to wander in the expectations of my parents and teachers, and I don't want to be bound by my parents. I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in the sun and was baptized by the sun. I seem to be covered with a shiny veil, and the crystal sweat glides across my cheeks and melts into this vibrant world. At that time, how deeply I realized that the flame of life was burning and the vitality of youth was condensing bit by bit. My partner and I picked sour fruits in Shan Ye and played with water and fish in the mountain stream. It is so free and happy, but now …
I want to fly freely in the blue sky like an eagle; I want to wander happily in the water like a small fish; I want to walk into the embrace of nature. But I can't. I have to fill in the information. I tremble at the thought of my parents' eyes after failing the exam. Alas, let's study!
Isn't it hard work every day to improve your grades? Isn't the teacher always saying that combining work and rest can get twice the result with half the effort? I really hope that parents who want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed will wake up and give their children some free space.
If I had a pair of wings, I would fly all over Qian Shan, but my wish is too slim. I will always yearn for freedom!
Chapter 2: I long for freedom.
I am eager to fly, to be free, to have my own sky, to have my own blue sky and white clouds. I am the only child in my family. Unlike other families, my family regards my only daughter as the apple of their eye and holds it in their hands for fear of any damage. My family is very strict with me, because they regard me as the heir of hope and dream, and the listener who must complete the mission. But I always feel a little unbearable.
It's a breezy Sunday afternoon. Just when I was happy to relax for a while during the holiday, the bad news reached my ears again: "Stop playing and do your homework quickly, or you will lose your head and forget all your studies." My smiling face froze immediately. Like a little mouse, I can't resist the big cat and go back to the hole.
Back to my room, I read helplessly and looked serious. In fact, my brain is blank. After a while, my mother came over and said, "I'm going out for a while and I'll be right back." Don't be lazy! " The door slammed, my computer turned on, and I jumped up and down like a stimulant. I vaguely heard my mother's high heels. I knew something was wrong, so I turned off the computer like lightning, picked up the book and sat there casually, smiling at me. When my mother came to my room, she seemed to see something was wrong. She said sarcastically, "My child is a child prodigy. I can read all the books! " Like a thief who was found, I became crazy. My mother asked me, "Did you play computer?" I said guiltily, "No!" Mom actually touched the back seat of the computer and said angrily, "Don't you dare argue, the computer is still hot!" " "Finally, I was speechless. In this case, my mother sold the computer at a loss, and I have lived a miserable life ever since.
I feel like a bird trapped in a cage. I want to spread my wings but I can't do anything about it. How I long for blue sky and white clouds! But I can't get what I want. I don't think what mom did was right. I really hope my mother can stand in my entertainment circle, not only can't be disgusted and disgusted. But "The Wind after Poverty", my mother's kindness to me, it's all for me, I won't hate her, I just need some free space!
I yearn for freedom, and I am eager to have my own free space to embrace life and nature!
Chapter 3: I yearn for free composition.
People say that there can't be a bird yearning for freedom in a cage, 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. I was just bought into my master's house when 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. ...