Growing up, I was like a caged bird, locked up by my mother. I can't fly high with my wings open, singing songs that I can't hear with my mouth open. My mother always thought I was young, but in fact I grew up. I hope my mother can understand me and give me a weekend.
If I have weekends, I will go to the playground with my friends. We buy marshmallows, ride roller coasters, break into haunted houses, shoot mice ... we play with our youth. Our naivety. We don't need to worry about the feelings of adults, and we don't need to mind the arrangements of adults. We can dress ourselves up more naively. Imagine your own fairy tale house, which is the story of a prince and a princess. Exciting pirate ships, roller coasters and dangerous games let us play, and everything on the playground becomes very active because of us. ...
If I have a weekend, I can take my dog to parks, streets and campuses. The prosperity of the city is penetrated by us, and the crowded alleys make us happy. Maybe we can fly over the eaves and enjoy ourselves as depicted in the animation. I can run around as I like, get wet in the rain, and I won't be scolded by my mother. I can also catch small fish playfully, although I was afraid of it before that; Go bird hunting, even before that, I liked it very much; And release them. Just like the fallen leaves in autumn, the mother tree lets them go and stretches their wings. I am very happy, and maybe I will shout loudly like an old lady selling sweet potatoes at the school gate, speaking a language I don't understand. At that time, my beloved dog and I were the happiest children in the world. ...
If I have a weekend, I can travel with my parents. We can go to see the sea together, see the tranquility and peace of the sea, and see the surging of the sea. We will build another family on the beach. Her daughter is as old as me. So the adults went surfing, and we two girls built our own castles on the beach, whispering to each other, talking about the past and present together, and imagining the future together. Spit out all your troubles and talk to each other. Then we can pick up many shells, they are so delicate and beautiful, each shell is entrusted with different wishes of different people, and each shell is entrusted with every heavy yearning and gratitude. ...