曾经像许多女孩喜欢的那样,我也有一本带锁的日记。那里载满了多少美丽的时刻,淡淡的忧伤,写下了多少难忘的回忆,成功的喜悦,甚至父母或多或少的抱怨,友情的挫折都一股脑儿地倾泻其中。之后,用一把精致的小锁,牢牢地锁住自己的心事,生怕被父母知道——那是一条很深很深的“代沟”。然而有一次,在一个漆黑的雨夜,妈妈冒着大雨赶到学校大门口,为我撑起一把遮雨的伞,我不知为什么,一刹那间,所有的感激涌上心头,无需只言片语,我早已读懂了这脉脉的情感,读懂了目光中所有 Like many girls used to like, I also have a locked diary. There are many beautiful moments filled with time, a touch of sadness, how many unforgettable memories have been written, the joy of success, and even more or less complaints from parents, and the setbacks of friendship are all pouring out into the air. Later, with a delicate small lock, firmly locked his mind for fear of being parents know - it is a very deep “generation gap.” However, on a dark rainy night, my mother braved heavy rain rushed to the school gate, propped up a rainy umbrella for me, I do not know why, for a moment, all grateful to my heart, without saying a word, I already Understand the veins of this vein, read all in the eyes