Dad, I want to write a composition for you.

Dad, I have a lot to tell you, but I dare not, because I am timid and afraid that you will scold me. This time I'll take the opportunity of writing a composition and pour it all out at once!

Dad, since I was in middle school, you have kept me in a cage at a critical moment. Not only do you arrange supplementary homework like a hill every day, but you often try your best to limit my extracurricular activities, even on Sundays, which makes me breathless.

Dad, do you remember? It was a Sunday afternoon and I finished the homework assigned by my teacher. I'm dizzy with fatigue. At this time, the theme song of "Four-wheel Drive Kid" sounded in the neighbor's house next door. This is my favorite cartoon. I have no choice. I shook my numb right hand and came to your side to read. I pleaded, "Dad, let me watch TV for a while, just for a while." As soon as the words fell, you suddenly stood up and slammed the book on the table. Suddenly, your face turned from sunny to cloudy, and you said sharply to me, "No! This is a critical period. If you don't finish my homework, you can't turn on the TV! " "Just for a moment." "Not for a while, didn't your teacher teach you that time is the substance of life, and wasting time is wasting life? Now is the' critical period', and junior high school is no better than primary school! If you can't get into high school, what will you do in the future? " I couldn't help it any longer, so I argued: "Lenin once said,' Whoever can't rest will not work'. Dad, I know you are doing this for my own good, but you can't treat me like this. " Probably my mother heard it in the room and stormed out of the room with a dark cloud on her face: "What? What! What children know, students' task is to learn. No TV today! "I am extremely depressed under your double blow. I hobbled to my desk, writing and calculating. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. I dreamed that I jumped out of the cage of "critical moment", sat comfortably on the sofa watching TV, and played football heartily on the green lawn ... Dad, you may have forgotten this, but I often think of it. Every time I think about it, my heart is extremely uncomfortable!

Dad, don't you have a childhood? Did grandpa do this to you? Can't you see my heart?

Dad, Grandpa Deng called on us to have "three orientations" and the school wanted us to develop in an all-round way. Dad, I want to say to you: "How I long for you to really understand me, give me a little freedom, enjoy playing a game, watch a cartoon seriously and read enough extracurricular books." ...

Dad, please give me back a world that really belongs to me!