Say goodbye to the old diary

Saturday, November 24, 2019

Today, this diary that accompanied me grew up turned to the last page, and my mood was not calm. For more than a year, countless days, I told you my happiness, my sorrow, my sorrow, and all the secrets in my heart - the diary.

You are like a "speaking book". Whenever I am helpless, when I am sad, I will tell you with a pen. It seems that you feel the pain of touching my hand with a warm palm and let me out of sorrow.

You are like a "fiction", let me record my happy mood on your body, as if you see your smile and appreciate my article, let my thoughts grow a pair of wings, soaring freely.

You are like a "prose collection". When I can't think of a subject, you encourage me to use my imagination and write a diary-like diary. So, you can see prose everywhere.

You are still like my "secret book". Sometimes I will confess all the secrets that I don't want to tell people. Therefore, you are the only one who is willing to listen to my heart. The only thing that can make me tell my heart. friend.

After writing this last page and turning you over again, I gently said to myself: It turned out that I grew up like this...

402 Class of Yangjiashan Elementary School, Tongling City

Grade 4 of Yangjiashan Elementary School, Tongguan Mountain, Tongling, Anhui, China