门分两种。一是家门,是我们很熟悉的东西。每日进进出出,都离不开它。它就矗立在那儿,过着日复一日的生活。开合的声音分隔人的两个世界,进门可以放声大哭,出门却必须笑脸迎人。它就如一位慈父,坚韧地阻挡着外面的风霜雨雪,无声地聆听着里面的无尽倾诉。还有一种门叫心门,它可以守护人类自己的心灵,也可以推开别人的心房。偶然间,我发现,两种门竟都如此重要。小的时候,一受委屈,我就会跑回家,蜷在门边痛哭。哭后,莫名其妙地我就会慢慢平复 There are two kinds of doors. First, the home is something we are familiar with. In and out of the daily, are inseparable from it. It stands there and lives day after day. Opening and closing of the voice of people separated by two worlds, the door can burst into tears, but must smile to meet people out. It is like a benevolent father, tenaciously blocking the wind and rain outside, silently listening to the endless talk inside. There is also a door called the door of heart, it can guard the human mind, you can also push others atrium. Occasionally, I found that both kinds of doors were so important. As a child, a grievance, I will run home, curled up at the door crying. After crying, somehow I will gradually calm down