记得当年老师教我们写日记的时候,我已经读初一了。老师说:“写日记就是道德长跑,只有意志力坚强的人才能坚持写下去。”老师的话激发了我们的斗志,我也抱着不服气的心态加入了写日记的行列。虽然只是断断续续,却也采撷了许多美好的时光。如今,常常翻阅年轻时的日记,与故友重逢般的喜悦感便充盈心田。打开褪色的日记扉页,往事犹如放电影一样纷至沓来:捅马蜂窝时,马蜂钻进了同伴裤裆;妈妈,我恨 I remember when the teacher taught us to write a diary, I have read the first day. The teacher said: “Diary is the moral long-distance running, and only strong-willed people can insist on writing down.” "The teacher’s words inspire our fighting spirit, and I am unconsciously joined the diary ranks. Although only intermittent, but also picked up many good times. Nowadays, you often read the diary of a young man and fill your heart with the rejoicing joy of an old friend. Open the faded diary title page, the past is like a movie after another: when stab hornet nest, the bee got into the crotch of the companion; Mom, I hate