Part 1: Confess your heart

The golden leaves under the broom tell me that the autumn wind has taken away the passionate summer. Autumn is here, bringing with it a hint of coolness, and I feel a little excited and a little sad. Looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, people often lament that the departure of the leaves is due to the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the trees to retain them. But I think this is the ruthlessness of the autumn wind, which turns the green leaves into golden yellow and turns into ants' boats. The autumn wind took it away, and the earth buried it. But fortunately, passionate people still recall it...

The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is even more lively than in previous years. Because this year is 2009, the 60th birthday of the motherland, all Chinese people are happy and proud of it. Because the motherland is getting stronger and more prosperous. As Chinese, we all feel gratified and proud. The newspaper said that during this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was particularly round, big, and bright. It was really just as the sky wanted.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, a classmate asked me online: "Does your family have any programs?"

I hesitated for a moment and was a little confused. "What program?"

He said: "Mid-Autumn Festival..."

I said: "Our family doesn't celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, just like usual."

He said: "His parents are celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are many people at home and there is a lottery."

I said: "What a happy family..."

Actually, How, how much I hope that our family can be like other people's families, where we can happily celebrate the Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival as a family or go out to play. Every time I see my neighbor's family hanging out and telling jokes happily, I feel so envious.

I saw that my classmates’ family photos were so warm, but I couldn’t feel it in my own home. There is no family photo to be found, and there is no scene in my memory of my parents holding hands and hanging out together. Everything is so old-fashioned. Whenever I write about it, I feel at a loss. My mind is just blank and I can't even make up random sentences. I envy other people's families, I envy them beyond words.

When I was a child, I couldn't act like a spoiled child like other children. I didn't like to talk. I thought things would change when I grew up. I thought things would really change when I grew up. It would be like the scene in my dream. Our home was very happy and warm. But after growing up, I realized that the vacancies in childhood will not be insufficient even when I grow up. However, I am still the same, and I don’t like the future even more. I have a deep, deep gap with them, and sometimes I even think that , we have nothing to talk about. Except for study, there is only study...

I am still weaving beautiful dreams. I don’t know when they will come true, and maybe they will never come true. But I know that I will also have a home of my own in the future, and I will definitely not let it have any shortcomings. I will definitely make it full of beautiful memories.

A beautiful family, I just want a beautiful family.

Part 2: Pour out your heart

I used to think that the heart does not know how to communicate, and the heart does not understand the taste of joy, anger, and joy, but the facts tell me that this is not the case. It's active...

I haven't understood emotions since I was a child, so I have always closed myself in a lonely world. I don't tell my family what's on my mind. Ever since I was sensible, I have had my own diary, and I talk to it every day, and it is the only one willing to listen to what I have to say.

My friend said that I am the worst listener, is that true? They think that when they vent their grievances, I always act like I don't want to listen, and I don't even look at them. Indeed, I dare not look into the other person's eyes, no matter who I am... I can't see the soft eyes of the other person, only the glare that makes my hair stand on end. Therefore, others cannot understand me, but I have become the "most beautiful person" in the eyes of others. Bad listener”.

Once upon a time, I opened my heart and wanted to get out of the lonely world. I wanted my friends to help me and pull me out. When I was in elementary school, I didn't have such a confidant. It wasn't until junior high school that someone like that appeared.

But at the same time, it was also because she, like everyone else, didn’t understand me, so she pulled me to the door. It was only a small step before I could fully walk out, but at this moment, she let go and left me. It's...

I am like a dolphin out of the water. I have no direction. I only see a vast and endless sky. I am dying. I can't breathe. I am moaning and asking for help. No one can see me. I, and no one heard my voice, I lay on the land, blinking hard, hoping to see a glimmer of hope, but no, I didn’t see anything...

Let’s listen to what my heart is saying Let's face it, the heart will never betray its master...

Part 3: Confess your heart?

The weekend is here, and my troubles are causing trouble again.

As soon as we got together, I recalled what my mother said: "Lily will help me do the housework and write out the homework after getting up in the morning, and keep up with the AB paper, go to the party in the afternoon, and come back You are not allowed to run around after that. You can also take a shower at night. You have to do these things anyway.”

“It’s so annoying. I have to do these things every day. I have no freedom at all!” Aren't you free enough? I'm not like your third aunt, who keeps your brother Liangliang in the room all day long. Oh, by the way, I'll ask your sister to give you dictation in the afternoon. . I’m leaving. Be good at home.”

My mother always arranges what to do every day, how to do it, and how to do it.

I am just a little bird in a birdcage, and my mother is the master who always cares about me and loves me. She kept me in a cage and took good care of me. But no matter what, you must give me a little freedom! In my mother's eyes, I will never grow up, and no matter what I do, I can never forget my mother's love. No matter what, no matter what my mother does, I love her.