我自幼写日记,至今已有九载。大大小小的日记本上布满着深深浅浅的字迹,从歪歪斜斜不乏认真到流畅圆润透出飘逸,记录着我成长的历程。几十本日记本堆在一起,已耸然可观。父亲给它们一一编号标签,细心收藏进皮书箧。写了这么多年的日记,就像吃了好多瓜子,壳是吐了满地,而个中滋味只有自家知道。 I have been writing diaries since I was young. The large and small diaries are covered with deep and shallow handwritings, from the rampant lack of seriousness to the fluency and smoothness of the flow, recording the course of my growth. Dozens of diary books are piled together, which is already impressive. The father gave them a numbered label and carefully collected it into the book. Writing a diary for so many years is like eating a lot of seeds, the shell is spit all over the place, and the taste is only known to the family.