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. At this point, I have long been out of breath, and the pudding just leisurely spit out his tongue and looked at me, as if to say, "Come on, you come over to chase ah."
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 whimpering 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! Perhaps it is because I am the only child at home, so I must