很偶然的,看到女儿一则日记。女儿刚满13岁,一脸稚气。作为初一年级的学生,应该说,这篇日记写得不错。但我读了,却不知该喜还是忧。日记是这样的:“1997年3月17日星期一晴我常常想,如果每周能有一次,让我一个人呆在一片茂密的森林中,野花遍地,溪水淙淙,周围空旷无人;或是在空气清新的郊外,在晴朗的晚上,躺在 Occasionally, I saw my daughter a diary. Just 13 years old daughter, look childish. As a freshman, you should say that this diary is well written. But I read, but I do not know the hi still worry. Diary is this: ”Monday, March 17, 1997 Clear I often think that if there is a time a week, let me alone to stay in a dense forest, wildflowers everywhere, streams crooked, surrounded by unoccupied Or in the fresh air of the suburbs, lying on a clear evening