Where is the true freedom?

People are free, but the heart is locked...

A person has been a learning machine since he was born, but he has always forgotten to lubricate his bearings. Since my birth, my brain has been filled with simple Chinese characters, mathematical additions and subtractions, and English words. My mother often said to me: "People can't lose on the starting line." I think this is not scientific. A person's life is like driving a car, going through a period of running-in, and regular maintenance to get the best performance. If you run fast at the beginning, the machine parts will wear out, and the next section will be difficult to lead.

As I grow older, I am constantly updating and learning, and the difficulty of learning is gradually increasing. In the kindergarten, a first Tang poetry and songs came one after another. I felt the pain of endorsement for the first time. The ancient poems such as "Looking at the moon, looking down on my hometown", although I was catchy at the time, but how can I understand the emotions contained in ancient poetry? Doesn't this lose the meaning of ancient poetry?

Time is like a train, and the boom is over. In the twinkling of an eye, I have become a primary school student. I started my five-year training at the National Elementary School. The exam became my first enemy. He always beat me with a whip. He kept saying: "Be hard to learn, get full marks..." As long as your score is worse than the last time, it will cause terrible Dominoes echo: First, the teacher will go to the office to "talk", and then will be ridiculed by the students, even more terrible is to enjoy the "hip massage" after returning home... parents in order to make me progress, still I will take me to the demonic tutoring class, and I will be called "a playground to stimulate learning and fun." I was separated from freedom by an impenetrable wall.

"The national hour is raining, the teachers and students want to break the soul. When asked where freedom is there, everyone laughs at the middle school students." I often heard people read this oil poem when I was in the country, so I used to think that the country is a paradise for freedom. But the facts have shattered my dream of freedom. The discipline has become more numerous, and my enemies have also changed from the "British Union Army" to the "Seven Branch Alliances", which made me have to add pen and ink ammunition. Exam results abolished the "self-awareness system", changed to "public system", and added a "ranking system." Students are divided into two types: public students and private students. The former can enjoy preferential policies such as “learning tax”. In short, since I entered the country, my hands and feet seem to be caught by an invisible chain. run. I am just like a toy puppet that I am being arbitrarily manipulated.

At first, there was a function between me and freedom. I could see each other straight ahead. Later, we became a number of functions. Although the road was tortuous and bumpy, we could always meet each other. Now, we have become anti-proportional The distance between the two sides is far and near, but it can never cross the cold axis... I only want to become the abstract and unreasonable trigonometry between us, so I am satisfied.

Speaking of this, I could not help but admire the Americans. In contrast, how free they are! When they shouted loudly and even casually in the classroom, I could only read the unspeakable classical Chinese with a book; when they were chasing the playground, I could only be in the classroom. Written in the mountains of homework; when they frantically play web games in front of the computer, I can only listen to the teacher in the cram school before the blackboard "high talk" ... Hey, who told me to be Chinese? No way, I had to continue to sit at my desk and write something like "all the stone is the bottom" on the homework, while silently asking: "Where is the real freedom?"

Hanlin Experimental School, North Normal University, Dongguan, Guangdong, China