The increase of private cars has attracted people's attention. Some people think that this shows the rapid economic development, but at the same time, he may also ignore the environmental problems brought about by it. Some people abuse power for personal gain, so they neglect their duties. My concern is that the door should be set between me and others, not a passage or a wall, but a door. -Inscription Since people have ethics, there have been doors in the world. Somehow, I, who was indifferent to everything, paid attention. When I was a child, my family was very poor. My parents and I sleep in the same suite, separated by a passage. Youth is always accompanied by ignorance. Times have changed, and I'm glad this is just a door. My parents outside the door can still talk to me, but inside the door is still my unique world. The phrase "spring scenery can't be closed in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall." The beauty in the distance hit my heart. But after all, everyone has a door. I can't go any further. It's embarrassing. Once upon a time, I especially liked to shut myself in the classroom at noon. When there is only one person in the huge classroom, let alone how free it is! But when the classmate with the key came in, this quietism disappeared again. This door really bothers me. When did this door become so unobstructed? Let others easily break this distance beauty. Suffering from the lack of keys, everyone else went in, and I was the only one waiting. When did this door separate me? Someone once said that what you should set between you and others is not a passage, not a wall, but a door. Outside, everyone can open their hearts to each other, and inside, there can be sadness that no one knows. Unlike jokes, there is nothing to say at zero distance. Nor is it like a wall blocking people's sincerity. It's a pity that there are too many doors and too few. I pay attention to that door, especially the closed door. I have opened the door for people to visit. But would anyone like me to be a visitor? I hope there is a wall separating me from my parents, so that secrets can only be kept in my heart. Later, the dream came true, but something seemed to be missing. With a well-off family, the original partition wall has become a veritable door. It's so cool to go home from school every day, lock the door and enjoy your own little world like a duck to water! What joys and sorrows, what laughter curse, only you know. But slowly, when I huddled in the clouds and fog, I felt an indescribable loneliness.