Freedom in my heart

Freedom, what is freedom, just like what I am now, eating junk food in my parents’ mouth, playing thrilling online games, staying in the Internet cafe where my parents’ teachers are strictly forbidden, and walking through the seasons, I don’t know how to laugh. Whether you have not gone far, begging for a happy heart, struggling on the road of life, I want to be free! I finally understood freedom. It is the freedom of the soul and the freedom of the soul. That is not subject to any restrictions. Remember: the heart can become infinite enough to make us wander around the world.

A cool breeze blew and recovered the erratic thoughts. I closed my eyes and meditated. Should I give up? Should it persist? That insisted on the dream of sixteen years... The night was deeper, and the cool breeze blew, like the hand of a passionate girl, gently stroking my dying heart. Mom, why should I take my freedom, have you forgotten, your daughter, she loves literature, the certificate she got in the drawer, that is her recognition, how much you supported her, I didn’t expect in front of the results, Everything is no longer important, this society is hypocritical! Who is the result is everything!

The freedom in my heart is not to eat, drink, and play all day long. I want to do whatever I want, but I don’t want to go to books and workbooks every night. I was very tired during class during the day. I wanted to go home from school to relax, but my mother gave me homework every day. It wasn’t the writing of the Chinese and the Olympics, not the writing. After finishing my homework, my mother will supervise me to study for 20 minutes and watch extracurricular books for 30 minutes, even on weekends. Hey, after sitting in the mother's prison, I wanted to watch TV, but I looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock, and I had to sleep again. I really don't want to do homework, don't have to read books, read books, finish classes at school, go home to eat, play computer after eating, then take a shower, watch a 10-minute extracurricular book, and go to sleep. As for the weekend, of course, it is a blasting machine! However, it is still necessary to read a book, review, and preview.

If the reality can be as I imagined, how good it is!

The 14th Middle School of Wanxiu District, Quzhou, Guangxi: The Braised Pork