I long for freedom

Looking at the free-flying bird outside the window, I burst into tears. Looking at the desk, it seems that I can never finish my homework, I cried. Everyone has the right to chase freedom, but where is my freedom?

I am a study committee member in the class. It is reasonable to say that learning should be good. In my mother's eyes, my grades are always imperfect. Every day, in addition to doing the homework assigned by the teacher, I have to do the exercises that my mother bought. It seems that the work that I can never do is like a hill that makes me breathless. I am eager to be free, even if I let me go for a while.

Every time I go home, I sink a depression. Whenever I heard my classmates say that it was really good to go home, my heart was about to break. Indeed, the home is warm, and it is really good to go home, but my indifferent home is terrible to me. I used to be afraid of the night, and now I am most afraid of going home.

Every day, I lost my freedom like a bird in a cage. I want to be free, even if it is a little bit. What can I do in addition to doing homework every day? I want to sleep more, but I am awakened by the snoring of my parents. I want to embroider a little cat, but...

I long for freedom and long for a world of freedom. May the parents of the world give their children a little freedom...

Fourth grade: no change