I miss it ―― a composition by China.

The wind outside the window blew up a fallen leaf on the tree and wrote down my brilliant life. However, behind this fallen leaf, there is a hard work. As for me, I don't want to be a good girl and obey my parents. I also want to be willful once and be my truest self. ...

The autumn wind blows through the treetops, and the red maple leaves soar unscrupulously in the air. I looked at the maple leaf and thought of myself again. "Well, I'm not as free as a maple leaf! I also want to be willful. " I looked at the gray sky and let out a sigh of longing for freedom.

In the sixth grade, the learning rhythm is tense and rapid. Yes, we are about to face the junior high school exam. Perhaps, in the eyes of parents, we are like a lamb, and we have to whip it with a whip before we can move forward. And this whip is like an extracurricular cram school, and a lot of pressure comes from it. And I am no exception: I have to make up lessons every day after school. This kind of life has changed me from a lively little girl to a boring "stress student" every day. Until one day, I finally broke out ...

There are a few leisurely white clouds floating in the blue sky. Poor me, I can't fly outside like a happy bird. I can only stay at home and catch up on my homework in extracurricular cram schools. As I wrote, I said to myself, "Damn homework, it's so hard to do, and I can't go out to relax." Damn, damn homework. "I looked out of the window and found my sister jumping outside like a happy rabbit, running around willfully at the urging of my mother, and I could only be locked up at home and looked at her greedily. At this moment, I accidentally glanced at it and found a photo of me when I first entered the sixth grade on the wall. In the photo, I am so happy and free. Even with my mother around, I am still so headstrong. Now, I don't have a smile on my face, and I have a "bitter gourd face", as if someone owed me a debt.

My heart seems to fly out, and I can no longer seriously think about the topic in my hand. Standing in the room, I looked at those free and unrestrained photos around me. My tears flowed quietly, and my pressure, my anger and my grievances piled up inside. ...

Gradually, the tears stopped and I calmed my excited heart. I sat squarely at my desk and willingly solved the problems in the cram school. All the problems have been solved, and I have a bright smile on my face.

I understand that although I sometimes want to be willful, I will think of my parents' good intentions.

Yes, I have grown up, and willfulness is no longer my master. I can't be as headstrong as before, because my parents expect something from me.

Sometimes, I also want to be willful, let go of all the pressure, feel childlike, and feel happy.