我要买一本日记本,我想买带锁的那种。以前我从不考虑日记本的形式,只要能写,自认为漂亮就够了。可是有一天我却改变了主意。那天回家,走进房间正碰见妈妈拿着我的日记本,见到我,她一脸的惊慌。我没有搭理她,装作没看到的样子,推开她说是要做作业。妈妈想向我说些什么,大概我的不搭理不合作让她开不了口,她只好讪讪地走了出去,什么话也没有说。 I want to buy a diary. I want to buy a lock. Previously I never considered the form of the diary book. As long as I can write it, I think that it is enough to be beautiful. But one day I changed my mind. When I got home that day, I entered the room and met my mother holding my diary book. When she saw me, she was panicked. I did not ignore her, pretending not to see it, pushed her to say that she was doing homework. What mother wants to say to me, probably because of my unreasonable and uncooperative relationship, she couldn’t talk to her. She had to go out slyly and didn’t say anything.