"Huihui, mom and dad have something to go out for a while, may have to come back in the evening, be good at home, don't just focus on watching TV, to read! Mom and dad set aside these words and left. I read the book for a while, and was suffocated by the sweltering heat of this early summer. I looked at the computer on my desk, which had been shut down by my mom's password, and the mountains of homework, and shook my head helplessly. Just as I turned my head, I saw Pudding (a pet dog) lying down in his cabin without saying a word. Looking at my watch it was only two o'clock noon. "Pudding, let me take you for a walk!" So I took Pudding by the hand and went to the nearby Orange Capital Plaza.
Walking on the way to the square, gusts of breeze blowing in the face, everywhere floating the fragrance of early summer. At this time, even in the home did not say a word pudding also scurry around. Suddenly, the pudding exerted itself and the rope holding it slipped from its hand. I was so anxious, the pudding was running so fast, what if it bit someone? I chased the pudding and ran several laps in Orange Plaza, but I couldn't catch up with it. I was out of breath and the pudding was just looking at me with its tongue out, as if to say, "Come on, come here and chase me."
Just when I was ready to run to the pudding again, I saw the other side of the pudding: at home it is always like into the www.99zuowen.com了教室的学生, constrained very much, even if I take the foot to fiddle with it, it is also a low utterance of a few times; and at the moment, it is free from the rope that has always been set on the body, and at times chased the butterflies with the light wind dancing, at times striding in the breeze in the light of the pace, how lovely. How lovely and cozy it is. I couldn't help but wonder: why can't I run against the light wind like a pudding? I realized that there were too many shackles binding me, which were like the rope around the pudding. This rope, calming the waves of my heart and lassoing my unruly heart. Once upon a time, I have always been obedient to my parents, at this time there are some small rebellion: why usually at home with me to play with only the pudding, a rubber-sized turtle and the balcony less flowers and plants. This is all because of the bondage, the bondage has worn out my nature! Maybe it is because I am the only child in the family, so I have to listen to all the arrangements of parents, but also must be good, good. Is it good to be in a sea of books every day? Is going to school in addition to only stay at home to become a "home girl" is good? These words from the heart in other times also "déjà vu" over, may be before I do not understand that this is the "bondage" it, these words of the heart I did not talk to my parents, but also did not talk to friends. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do, but I'd like to know what to do, and I'd like to know what to do, and I'd like to know what to do.
At this time, the remaining sun is like blood, shining on the earth, the roadside sycamore trees also seems to be dyed orange-red, very beautiful. I do not care to appreciate the beauty of this, low head and pudding walking on the road home reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.