桔红色的灯光下,我取出了粉红色的日记本,翻到空白的一页,刚写上了“3月11日·晴”几个字,倏地,我的心一跳,夹在这一页里的书签怎么不见了?我赶紧向前翻,奇怪,书签怎么会长了腿跑到日记本的中间去了?一向被我视如珍宝的日记本上竟留下了几个皱褶。不好!我的第六感官告诉我:我的日记本被人偷看了!我的心陡地一沉,这就是说,我的日记本——那记载着我的欢欣、我的苦恼、我的理想、我的秘密的日 Under the orange light, I took out the pink diary and turned to a blank page. I just wrote the words “March 11th Sunny.” How did the bookmarks on the page disappear? I hurried forward, strangely, how could the bookmarks go to the middle of the diary with a long leg? It has always been a few folds on my diary. No! My sixth sense tells me that my diary was sneaked! My heart sinks steeply, which means that my diary - which records my joy, my distress, My ideal, my secret day