A few weeks ago I started writing a story, something I made up from beginning to end, and I've enjoyed it so much that the products of my pen are piling up.
August 7, 1943
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这我很伤心，如果44年的这天安妮没有被发现，她应该还会写日记。于是只有43年的。

I won't say much about Father and me. The former is the most modest person at the table. He always looks to see whether the others have been served first. He needs nothing for himself; the best things are for the children. He's goodness personified.
August 9, 1943


“We've all been a little confused this past week, because our dearly beloved Westertoren bells have been carted off to be melted down for the war, so we have no idea of the exact time, either night or day.”
August 10, 1943

The Van Pels arrived on July 13th. We thought they were coming on the 14th,
but from the 13th to 16th the Germans were sending out call-up notices right and
left and causing a lot of unrest, so they decided it would be safer to leave a
day too early than a day too late.
August 14, 1942

Now our Secret Annex has truly become secret. Because so many houses are
being searched for hidden bicycles, Mr. Kugler thought it would be better to
have a bookcase built in front of the entrance to our hiding place. It swings
out on its hinges and opens like a door. Mr. Voskuijl did the carpentry
work.
August 21, 1942


Margot and Mother are nervous. "Shh ... Father. Be quiet, Otto. Shh ... Pim!
It's eight-thirty. Come here, you can't run the water any more. Walk softly!"
August 23, 1943

Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan have had a terrible fight. I've never seen anything
like it, since Mother and Father wouldn't dream of shouting at each other like
that.
September 2, 1942

The British have landed in Naples. Northern Italy is occupied by the Germans. The truce was signed on Friday, September 3rd, the day the British landed in Italy.
September 10, 1943

Another fact that doesn't exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.
September 16, 1943

Daddy is grumbling again and threatening to take away my diary. Oh horror of horrors! From now on, I'm going to hide it.
October 3, 1942

I imagine that... I've gone to Switzerland. Daddy and I sleep in one room, while the boys' study is turned into a sitting room, where I can receive visitors.
October 7, 1942

This morning, I lay on Peter's bed, after first having chased him off it. He was furious, but I didn't care. He might consider being a little more friendly to me from time to time. After all, I did give him an apple last night.
October 14, 1942

My mind boggles at the profanity this honorable house has had to endure in the past month. Father walks around with his lips pressed together, and whenever he hears his name, he looks up in alarm, as if he's afraid he'll be called upon to resolve another delicate problem.
October 17, 1943

附加经典句：

“I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!”