I think, I should be a free bird.

The sky, the gray, the pattering of this rain, I want to cry in general... Looking at the gloomy scenery outside the window, I believe, now, the sky is also confirming the scenery of my mood. The ear is always around the emotionally low music, the inexplicable loneliness in my heart. Maybe, just a simple left hand in a narrow room, feel a bondage! That kind of "pain" that cannot breathe freely in a "cage"...
I think, I should be a free bird. I want to fly high, but there are so many rules to follow, so that I can't stretch the tender wings in the vast sky to pursue the beautiful and beautiful dreams.
In youth, there is some rebelliousness, and what you think is good is correct. Therefore, everything seems pale and powerless on his own. Can I be a bird that is not free?
There is a soft voice in my heart that mutters: In fact, whenever you are, you are always a free bird. I can’t help but feel awkward. I have always been free?
Looking out the window, my thoughts are a little floating, so really...
The grass is so green, lying on the top with the partner, smelling like a flower, and from time to time into the heart. The breeze is smooth, and I whisper in my ear... I talk to her, there is no end to it, no matter what the current events are, or curious gossip, clasping my brows or laughing. A comfortable feeling, between one world, I can use my own language to express the most real thoughts, no scruples, no reservations, the air at this moment is exceptionally fresh. I felt envious, and it turned out that the sudden state did not bind me, but made me more free.
I think, I am slowly becoming a free bird. Waiting, expecting the blue sky.
Young and crazy, the pressure of learning will not relax. I have struggled and lost in it. Nowadays, this cup of water will be awkward: "Da Jiangdong goes to the waves, the ages are fascinating..."; the English songs that will be at home if nothing happens; will come to the scene from time to time with a math problem. It will... It turns out that I have already melted this bitter "binding" into life. No longer seemingly monotonous, no longer seemingly boring, even a sense of happiness. It seems that in the world of learning, I became free, opened my wings, and waited for Gao Fei...
I think, I should be a free bird, in my own nest, waiting for the first hug with the sky.
My mother said that only by looking at everything in a tolerant manner, then my sense of not being free will not exist. Because I am always bound myself. I laughed, yeah, freedom is always by my side...
The rain outside the window has stopped, the sun is slightly cornering, laughing and watching the world, feeling warm and comfortable. I can't help but smile. I am really a free bird, because the sun has proved that I have found a "sky" of my own.
I think, I should be a free bird.
No, more accurately, I am already a free bird, happy to face the future...

I think, I should be a free bird.

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