After the midterm exams, two days of complete freedom greeted me. There is no pressure of exams, no homework constraints, as the stone in the heart meets the leisure pool of water, stirring up the ripples of freedom.
A comfortable sleep a natural awakening, hands pillow cozy look out the window, is a good weather! The sun has long spread its warmth all over every corner of my hut, and there is a little more peace in my heart.
I got dressed and ran downstairs, following my nature, and took an aimless walk in the yard. With an ornamental mind in looking at the green grass in the yard, only to abruptly realize that the bare branches of the trees actually bear flower bones, the square fence on the paint has been repainted again, the kiosk aunt's hair became white. Everything became a bit strange, as if I was new to this yard where I had lived for more than ten years. My impression of my surroundings seems to have stagnated a year ago.
Walking, a vague sound of music into my ears, looking for the sound to go, it turned out to be a group of old ladies in the morning exercise, their movements without a trace of mechanical, most of the action is in accordance with the nature of the beat dance, everyone does different, face rippling with happy smile.
"Is this freedom?" My heart cried out.
The feeling of freedom was thoroughly felt for the first time, and it was not my studies that bound me, but the heart that did not want to discover. To discover joy is freedom; to discover sadness is freedom; to discover and notice everything around me is freedom.
I returned home as if I had gained something, in the name of freedom, the home of serious observation. I don't remember much of the music of the exciting morning exercises. The only thing that remains is the movement of those old ladies in the flow of water.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain. Discover life, leave some freedom to yourself.
"If you are not free, you'd rather die."
Since ancient times, people of benevolence have been in pursuit of freedom born in the heart of the appeal, struggle. However, living in the modern era of the busy strings and pipes, we are less unrestrained in the "May Fourth", more rebellious and impetuous: less enthusiasm and faith, more indifference and repression.
We lack freedom - freedom of the mind.
Perhaps in the dim fluorescent lights, closed behind the door, cluttered in front of the desk is when we are truly free, you can write any feelings, you can write down your own voice, or pick up a favorite book to study, feel free to drift in the heart.
I used to have a dull desk, he has a strange habit: every day on time from the schoolbag to pull out a simple diary, lie down on the table slowly in the diary sketched a few lines of small words, and closed his eyes for a moment of silence, and then put the diary back in the bag. I asked him why he was acting so strangely. He answered me that because his parents wanted to check his diary, he would constantly speculate on the words and phrases he used in his diary every day. I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that his freedom was so unreasonably restricted, and he went on to say, "So every day after I finish writing my diary, I think about what I'm really experiencing in my mind, which is something I can't write in my diary." I felt again, I can not help but be impressed with him, he kept his holy place, defending the last freedom.
Remember General Ye Ting wrote in the poem "Prisoner's Song", "I should have been immortalized in the blazing fire finally hot blood!" He gave up the freedom of his body to pursue the freedom of his heart. Right! It is not terrible that the freedom of the body is bound, but what is terrible is that the freedom of the heart is bound, because only we ourselves can bind the freedom of the heart.
I long for the greatness of the mountains, marvel at the unending river, envy the orchid temperament, admire the sun's bravado, even though we can not be transformed into the other side of the landscape, but we can still have them to pursue the freedom of the heart. Don't beg others to give you freedom, only they can give themselves freedom, so please give yourself a little freedom!