I am a competitive girl, always climbing up and looking up. If I encounter some setbacks on the road, I am the one who criticizes me the most severely. Always say who asks how to ask for yourself, in fact, it is yourself who asks for the most.
I am eager to be the first, to stand out from the crowd in my class and to be appreciated by others. At the same time, in order to escape, in order to escape the contempt of others, in order to escape the blame of people who care about themselves. Desire first, morality, intelligence and physique first. Because virtue is good, we can gain a foothold in society; Because you have a smart brain and a flexible brain, you will become stronger and make yourself smarter; Because you have a healthy body, you can study better. I am eager to be the first, in order to nurture and teach my parents, in order to repay my parents' love for my life; It's for your future, for your future, and for satisfying your little wishes and being worthy of your heart.
I still remember that at that time, in a senior high school entrance examination, my math test was extremely unsatisfactory and my score was extremely dazzling-79 points. For me with strong self-esteem, it is undoubtedly a blow. I really want to cry. As a result, my nose was sour and I wanted to cry, but I choked in a low voice. Sobbing, I made up my mind to be the first. At that time, I was laughed at by my classmates and scolded by my teachers and parents. I had a mountain of grievances in my heart, but I couldn't vent them. I could only let them rot in my heart. This matter has been deeply branded in my heart, because I think it is the driving force of my efforts.
Since then, I have worked harder than before. Reading extracurricular books is almost a daily task. Doing a few math exercises to broaden our thinking, reading more books and reciting more English are regular customers who visit us every day.
The desire for the first place is a wish. I will use my hard sweat and wronged tears to grow this wish, so that it is no longer a distant dream or a mirage, so that I can reach out and get it. Although the process is difficult, I will never give up. Because don't give up easily, or you will be sorry for yourself; Because the joy of success is indescribable.
I am eager to be the first, and I believe I will succeed as long as I have the heart. I can't do my best, but I want to do better.
Chapter two: a model essay describing desire, but parents' wishes may not be realized, because the road depends on themselves after all!
My grades in science are very inappropriate. I like liberal arts, so liberal arts grades have always been my strong point. And I decided to take liberal arts in high school. Occasionally, I will let endless poems entangle my pen, but my elders are bored and regard it as "crooked ways". "I don't concentrate on my studies, and I can't get any results in high school and college."
I remember when I was in the second grade, I excitedly held up the small books and periodicals of the campus literature society to show my mother: "Mom, look, one of my poems has been published!" "
I thought I would be praised, but my mother grabbed the book and threw it into the wastebasket without reading it. He hit the nail on the head and said to me, "Don't waste time on these' crooked ways', don't write any more poems or essays, study hard, and know that grades are the most important thing ..." After listening to this, I was so sad that I even thought my mother was unreasonable.
But in any case, my mother loves me and hopes that I can get ahead and live a better life when I grow up, but the way is too old-fashioned. In fact, heart-to-heart communication is the bridge of love! Why can't my mother understand and support me? Love literature, which is also learning! How much I need understanding and support!
It is true that the highest institution of higher learning can give a blow to people, but how many self-taught people with lofty ideals have poured out rich fruits with their hard work throughout the ages: for example, Gorky did not enter the institution of higher learning, but his brilliant achievements in literature made him shine in history; Another example is Lu Xun. If he doesn't give up medicine and follow literature, how can he be recognized as a great writer in the world?
I know life is hard. It is like a bus full of passengers, carrying people's expectations to a distant place. Maybe you will give up halfway because of immature wishes; Perhaps, the wish of flowering is to find the withered season again. ...
I appreciate Douglas's motto: "If you can't build a road, build one;" If you can't be the sun, be a star. "As for everything in the future, no matter what I do, I will not escape. I will be a small paving stone on the roadbed of the times.
Dear elders, please give me more understanding, less bondage and let me go my own way!
Chapter 3: The writing model pen about desire has been in my hand for over an hour. The middle finger of the right hand is pressed into a small bag that is almost round, and the hand is about to break. However, countless homework is still waiting for me to finish. I'm so annoyed!
"Look, you're throwing things around again. Do you want to play or not?" My mother kept nagging again, and the train of thought that just flashed through my mind was interrupted by my mother. Why do you always nag? Why don't I live alone? What a mess!
I really want to throw away all the homework assigned by the teacher! I really want to leave this nagging home! I really want to give up everyone, I am alone! I really want to. ...
I always think, suddenly one day I am alone in the world, my pen is gone, all my exercise books and books on my desk are gone, without my father's snoring, my mother's nagging and everything I hate. I can finally live alone! I can finally let go of all my baggage! I suddenly feel so relaxed. Suddenly my arms became two pairs of angel wings, and I was flying in the sky! Finally, I can leave this tired world! I really want to fly out of the atmosphere, see the mysterious universe with my own eyes, and explore the space that humans have not yet discovered. But think about it, my wings turned back into arms, and I soon fell from the sky. This is just a dream. Nothing has changed in my dream. I still have unfinished homework around me. I can still hear my mother's nagging and feel the anxiety and fear in the fuzzy world.
What if you want to be free? At night, I can still turn on the computer at any time to do what I want; I can't eat what I don't want to eat; I don't have to do what I don't want to do; I can take my mother's nagging as a severe education ... am I not free enough? So what if you can fly like a bird? Finally, I can't fly out of the blue sky. So what if you can fly to the universe? In the end, I still can't fly out of the universe and am still bound by its infinity. It is better to cherish the good times now, do what you should do and explore the freedom of tomorrow.