Narrative. . prose? Based on "Back View", write "How I Want to Hug You, Dad" or something = = Or
"How I Want to Go Back to the Past"
"Little A young man has few worries and is carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I always feel sour in my heart.
When I was a child, I wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do many things I want to do without having to listen to my mother’s nagging and my father’s scolding. But when I really grew up, I had many troubles. When I grow up, when I come home every day, I am confused by a lot of homework. I write and write hard, but I have finished the homework today and there will be more tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish it. At school, I have been studying hard all day. I am so tired! I try to be a good child, listen carefully in class, and concentrate on my homework. The pressure of graduating from sixth grade, the competition between many masters, and chasing after each other are so tiring! The sun sets and night falls. I was just about to turn on the TV when my mother urged me to the desk again. The English letters were like little squirming caterpillars, becoming increasingly blurry!
It’s nine o’clock, but I couldn’t fall asleep while lying in bed. The happy life of my childhood flashed before my eyes like a movie, and I really missed the carefree life at that time. Every Sunday, my parents take me to play, and I can play with my friends as much as I want. But now, the moment I stepped out the door, I suddenly remembered the homework I had not finished, and ended up not having fun anymore. Outside the window, the moon girl seemed to have something on her mind, glowing faintly. I don’t want to be locked up and do my homework “to my heart’s content”, and I don’t want to become a little bird without freedom; I long to fly out of this big birdcage, and I long to go back to the past one day!
How I wish I had time to play! Going to look at the flowers and plants and watching TV for a while is probably my greatest enjoyment! Whenever I see a large group of children jumping and bustling, I want to mingle with them! Homework and grades occupy our lives, making our colorful childhood bleak and colorless. How I want to go back to my childhood, throw away those endless worries, and go back to the past again, to be a carefree child!
Would it be too naive? . How old are you = =
"I want to be willful once more"
Sometimes, I also want to be willful once more
Being obedient, I never thought of being rebellious; being obedient I never remember resisting; but as a quiet person, sometimes I want to be willful.
When I was a child
Looking at the Winnie the Pooh that I have long admired in the window, I felt indescribable joy in my heart, and I believed that I would be able to own it soon. However, my mother was holding a thick dictionary in her hand. She said: "Only by reading good books can you be successful when you grow up. When the time comes, you can play whatever you want." So I bid farewell to the window and took the dictionary, reluctant to let it go. leave. As if something has been lost in my heart, I know that the innocence that a child should have is now being tightly held tightly by a pair of invisible hands
In elementary school
"I'm sorry." I looked apologetically at my deskmate who had to "move". There was a suffocating element in the air, and there was an eerie silence. She left silently, and her shrinking figure left a heavy mark on my heart. I was very reluctant to leave, but - "Sitting with a poor student will affect your study. It's best to find a good student for you." I'll go find the teacher." My mother's words still ring in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened, couldn't I have a precious friendship? I was speechless.
When I was in middle school
When the winter vacation came, I was hesitant between "music training class" and "mathematics training class". I love music, but I know learning is also important. I am not a gifted child favored by God. Excellent results require twice as much diligence and sweat as others. I tremble. Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful for once! So, I stepped into the "music training class" as I wished. Mom was just silent, and then walked into the room with a muffled sound. The heavy door closed made me hesitate. Did I do something wrong? ?
Now
I have never found my singing voice to be so beautiful. I am satisfied with the flowers and applause I get. I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel. One morning, my mother whispered to my father: "If this child had signed up for the 'mathematics training class', he would definitely not have fallen behind in his studies." These words were heard by me who just got up and passed by, and my heart It felt as if he had been shot through by thousands of arrows, and the pain was bleeding. When I handed the certificate of "First Prize in the Music Competition" to my mother, my mother looked at me with a complicated expression and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the award, blew away the tears, and broke my heart. It starts and stops, no one cares, so what’s the use of it?
In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me; my deskmate, who had been away for a long time, held my hand tightly and whispered "Long time no see." ; On the stage, I confidently show off my singing voice to the audience...
I know that the road ahead is very bumpy, but I still want to go on, in my own way, and no longer be a doll at the mercy of others. I want to face the ups and downs of life on my own.
The early morning sun shines into the woods, and the naughty dewdrops bloom into a small flower on the ground. I open my arms and breathe the free air. Freedom is so good! Sometimes, I really want to be willful for once.