生,如牢笼,逃不出禁锢着的铁杆。作为准初三生的我,无时不承受着压力。在学校,成绩这个顽皮的孩子老是给人不同的脸色看,家里父母捉摸不定的脾气与成堆的练习给我心里的载重机放上了一斤又一斤的石子。我也就仰望着湛蓝的天,希望它能驱逐我内心的阴影,抚慰我脆弱的心灵,无可奈何,我的心被一个牢笼死死地禁锢着。这天早晨,我望着天,神色木然,走过嘈杂的人群,一道刺眼的阳光透过云层,刺入了我的 Students, such as cage, can not escape the hardcore hardcore. As a junior, I am constantly under pressure. In school, the naughty child always gives a different look, the unpredictable temper of his parents and the piles of exercises put a pound and a pound of stone on the truck in my heart. I also looked up to the blue sky, hoping it would drive away the shadow of my heart, soothing my fragile heart, helpless, my heart was a prison tightly. This morning, I looked at the sky, looking innocent, walking through the noisy crowd, a dazzling sun penetrating the clouds, penetrating into my