日子由一个早晨滑到一个夜晚,又滑到一个早晨。窗帘拉开,又拉拢,再拉开。就像我的日记本,一篇再一篇。从四年级开始,我就有写日记的嗜好,那时的我并不懂写日记到底为什么。只是听邻居姐姐常讲一些日记的事,才开始在一个小练 The days slipped from one morning to one night and slipped to one morning. Pull the curtains open, draw again, and pull open again. Like my diary, one more article. Since the fourth grade, I have had a hobby of writing diaries. At that time, I did not understand why the diary was written. Just listening to neighbors and sisters often talk about some diaries, only to start in a small training