In everyone's heart or everyone's small world, there is a small world that belongs only to them, and there is a mysterious little box. What is hidden in it may be beautiful, dirty, unsightly, or ordinary, but it is something that we don't want to look up to. These belong only to the individual and can only belong to the individual. Maybe one day, we meet such a person, that person may be their best friend, the closest relative, or more likely to be a stranger who has zero contact, willing to talk and chat, but after all, it is their own willing, maybe that person has its special characteristics in his own life.

Excluding these, this little special in my heart still hopes that it will always be mysterious, and there is an unknowable place hidden by everyone in this world.

Diary is first of all a carrier of personal thoughts, even if there is a way to improve writing ability, it can only be an incidental effect, I think, the diary through oneself and oneself to tell the greater role is to regulate one's own mood.

I remember a story about a couple who had been married for decades, and when they were old, the husband suddenly noticed that there was a darker part of his wife's leg that he didn't know. So he said to his wife, "I don't know all these years, why haven't you told me?" The wife said, "It doesn't affect our lives, so why do I have to tell you?" The husband said, "But we are husband and wife?" The wife said, "Even if we are husband and wife, I don't need to tell you everything." The husband pondered, 'Yes, even if you are husband and wife, you can get along for a long time by respecting each other, not by possessing each other. ’

Ehrlich Fromm said: Respect for life, respect for others, and respect for one's own life is an accompaniment to the course of life and a condition for mental health. Respect for privacy is an important manifestation of respect for others and respect for life. He argues that the virtue of human beings is the ability to act independently and to establish moral values based on reason, rather than the moral values of insisting on authority. Care, responsibility, respect, and understanding are common forms of all love.

He believes that the form of love is already down: naïve, childlike love follows the principle of "I love because I am loved." The principle of mature love is: "I am loved because I love others." In other words, immature, childish love is, "I love you because I need you," while mature love is, "I need you because I love you." (I like this very much, I will share it with you, if you like it, you can read Ehrlich Fromm's book, I won't say too much here.) ）

If you think about it carefully, children make trouble in front of their parents, more because they want to get more attention and care from their parents, because they need to, because the more they grow up, the more lonely they become. For me to keep a diary, my mother's toughness in making me read my own diary annoyed me, because weakness, perhaps because cowardice silenced me, and this silence made people resentful and planted the seeds of rebellion.

Fortunately, it is reassuring that basically no one can stick to one thing every day, and it will be better after the heat has passed. As time went on, my mother's interest diminished, so much so that she was reluctant to listen to me read the diary, perhaps because I had written something new and made her feel bored. And, because my sister was also in school, my mother was also distracted, and during that time, my father seemed to have something to do at work, so that my mother didn't have more attention to my diary. But I still didn't dare to write about the things in my diary, for fear that my mother would suddenly remember it again.

Sometimes, my parents have problems, and when my sister and I get out of school, we may not be able to go home, so when it was time to go to school, my mother gave me a key to the house. He said to me, "If Mom and Dad haven't come home by the end of school, you can open the door and play by yourself at home." I said, "yes, I see." "At home after school, don't run around outside, be obedient. Mother admonished. "Hmm. I looked at my mother and said. My sister listened quietly on the side, and nodded when she heard her mother's advice.

The lock of the gate is one of the old-fashioned three-ring brand locks, which pops open when you twist the key. The lock on the house is a three-hole double-safety lock, and you have to twist it three times to open the lock. Once, when I opened the lock of the house again, I don't know if it was because the force was wrong or the key was not strong, and when I opened the lock, the key was screwed off by me.

"It's broken, the key is broken. I told my sister. "What then?" said my sister. I remembered that my mother used to shove a piece of cardboard through the crack in the door so that she could open it. So I said to my sister, "Look for any hard pieces of paper, and we can see if we can open the door." "There were no pieces of cardboard in the yard, and my sister and I found a few hard-dotted pieces of paper outside. Before I got to the door, I chose the hardest one and tried it, "It's too thick to fit in." I told my sister. My sister held the paper out to me and said, "Try the thin one in here." "I found one, and although I could put it in, I couldn't open the door. At this time, it occurred to me that when the double safety was locked, the piece of paper could not be opened, and if it was just brought to the door, only the diagonal lock bolt was still possible.

"I can't get it open. I told my sister. "Then let's wait in the courtyard. My sister said. The two of them were playing casually in the yard and waiting. It was getting dark, but my parents didn't come back. My sister and I were in a bit of a hurry. "If we have pliers, we can see if we can get the broken key out of it. I said to my sister, "Mom will scold us if she knows that we break the key." "The pliers should be in the house. The sister said, "Where are you going to find the pliers?" and she looked at me, and I looked at her. Then she whispered: "Why don't you go to Wang Lei's house to borrow pliers?" "Well, but what do you say?" I said, "I said that the key is broken, and I borrowed the pliers to get the key inside?" The sister said, "You just said to use pliers to twist the wire." I looked at my sister and said, "Okay, you wait for me here, I'll borrow it." ”

When they went to Wang Lei's house, they were eating. Wang Lei's father was not at home, and her mother saw me go to her house and asked me, "Has Yunlong eaten?" and "No, Auntie." Auntie, I'll borrow your pliers for use. I told her. "What are you borrowing pliers for?" she asked me. I hesitated and said, "I'll use it to twist the wire." She saw that I was a little embarrassed to answer, and without asking anything, she brought me the pliers and said, "Don't catch it." "Well, got it, thank you, Auntie. I said and trotted home.

When I got home, my sister was standing alone in front of the door, and it was quite dark in the yard. She saw me coming and asked me, "Did you get the pliers?" I shook the pliers in my hand and said, "I got it, Wang Lei's mother didn't ask anything." "Oh, let's see if I can take it out. My sister said. I tried to pinch the key inside with pliers, but there was so little leakage on the outside that I couldn't pinch it. I tried many times, but it didn't work. "No, I can't hold the key. I said to my sister, "Let's wait at the door for my parents to come back." "Oh. "I can't help it," my sister replied.

I don't know what time it is, but I just saw that it was very dark. I was hungry, so I asked my sister, "Are you hungry?" and my sister said, "Sort of." "There is no light at all, I am a little afraid, my sister is obviously better than me. She's hungry, and I can't help it. It's even worse for two people to run around outside. In my thoughts, I heard the footsteps of my parents returning.

"Why haven't you entered the house yet?!" my mother asked us in surprise. "The key is broken. I said cautiously. "What's going on?" asked the mother. Seeing that my mother was not angry, I said, "Just twist it and break inside." "Then you two have been waiting at the door?" said the mother. "Aang. I replied. "The window is not closed, so let's go in through the window. The mother complained, "You didn't even look at it, and I didn't tell you both." "My father didn't speak. I was amazed to see my father enter through the window and open the door with a tool, but I didn't know it!

After entering the house and turning on the light, my mother saw the pliers at the door and asked me, "Where did you get the pliers?" "You want to open the door with pliers, don't you?" asked my mother. "I said I twisted the wire. I didn't want to open the door, I just wanted to get the key inside. "Did you get it all out?" said my mother, then looked at me and continued, "In the future, if the key is dropped, or the door is broken, don't go around and tell people to know, you know, it's not safe." "Oh. I answered her.

My mother went to return the pliers, and below I heard the conversation between Wang Lei's mother and my mother. "The boy told me to borrow pliers and twist the wire. Wang Lei's mother said. "Twist the wire, the two children broke the key. Mother said. "Well, you see, he didn't say anything, you said that if you can't open the door, come to my house first, it's dark outside. Then Wang Lei's mother asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" "No, his father and I just came back, and we have something to do outside." Mother said. "Look, this is really •••••••," Wang Lei's mother said. "It's okay, the child is not sensible. Then I'll go back. Mother said. "Ang, okay, let's hurry up and cook. Wang Lei's mother said.