外公有个小习惯:记日记。自我懂事起,我就常常看见外公一到晚上就端坐在书桌前,摊开日记本。那时候,外公的神情非常愉悦。有时,我会好奇地询问外公,外公总是神秘兮兮地回答我:“我记录的呀,都是有关你的小秘密!”后来,我上学了,认字了,终于可以读一读外公写的日记了。只见日记本上整齐地排列着一排排蝇头小字,事无巨细地记录着我成长中的点点滴滴: My grandfather has a small habit: diary. Since I was a sensible one, I often saw my grandfather sitting in front of a desk at night and spread out a diary. At that time, my grandfather looked very happy. Sometimes, I will be curious to ask my grandfather, my grandfather always mysteriously answered me: “I recorded ah, are all about your little secret! ” Later, I went to school, recognized, and finally can read Read a diary written by a grandfather. I saw neatly arranged in the row of rows of rows of petticoat small print, detailless record of my growing bit by bit: