2月17日晴时间是个顽皮的孩子,总是在我们不经意间一溜烟儿就没了踪影,但大多数人却忘了抓住他的尾巴——保留一连串美好的瞬间。不知从什么时候开始喜欢将自己的心情刻在纸上,哪怕很小很小,也从不吝惜墨水,因为每一笔都有他自己的历史与价值。回想自己小时候是极为讨厌日记的, The sunny day of February 17 was a naughty child. It was always lost when we inadvertently slipped through the smoke, but most people forgot to seize his tail—reserving a series of beautiful moments. I do not know when I started to like to engrave my feelings on the paper, even if it is very small or small, I never regret ink, because each one has his own history and value. When I was thinking about my childhood, I hated the diary very much.