在我的心灵深处,有一把锁,一把无形的锁,它锁住了我的喜怒哀乐,锁住了我的天真烂漫。我的课桌也有一把锁,一把小铁锁,它锁住了课桌里满满的书籍和作业本,还有一个日记本。这个日记本上还有一把锁,是一把密码锁,只有我知道它的密码,只有我才能打开它。在它面前,我才能毫无顾忌地尽情倾诉;在它的面前,我,还是我——一个天真活泼、爱哭爱笑的 Deep in my heart, there is a lock, an invisible lock, which locks my joys and sorrows, and locks my innocence. My desk also had a lock, a small iron lock, which locked the desk full of books and assignments, and a diary. There is a lock on this diary. It is a combination lock. Only I know its password. Only I can open it. In front of it, I can confess with impunity; in front of it, I, or I - a lively, cynical, cry