① "The Story of Pen, Umbrella and Toy Spaceship" Composition
Huhuhu
② Fairy Tale Composition of 150 words 'About Pens, Pencils and Crayons
p>"Misunderstanding"
The spring rain in March fell softly on the leaves and soaked into the earth. The humid air and the rain-soaked single clothes made me feel very unhappy. It seemed like there was something invisible stuck in my chest, waiting for me to vent it out.
I stood in front of the platform, wiping the rain from my hair and face with a tissue. I always feel that the sad emotion of a Jiangnan woman weeping sadly haunts my heart, bothers my thoughts, and even causes me to lose my mind.
Stop the bus, get on the bus, insert coins, find a seat, and sit down. Everything went smoothly, without any ambiguity, even to the point of being mechanized. When I took out my political book and wanted to memorize it for a while. A man about my father's age sat next to me. He was short, slightly stout, and wore a long black windbreaker with a turned-up collar. When he sat down, his thin windbreaker was held up by his body without any gaps. When he took something from his pocket, he had to stand up slightly before he could put his hand in it. That innocent look is pleasant and friendly. However, the thick eyebrows are droopy, the small eyes are dull, the nose is red and swollen, the mouth is chapped, and there is a finger-width scar from the corner of the left eye to the cheekbone. It is this face that destroys his essence and makes people conclude that he is not a good person.
Just when I was disgusted and sighing, what he suddenly said to me immediately made me furious. It seems that the resentment in my heart has found the only breakthrough, and it surges outwards regardless of the situation, like water that bursts from a dam.
He said: "Son, you are a student. In the future, you will become the pillar of the country and the future of our country. We can't do this kind of thing! If you don't bring enough money, you can't invest. Mao is here to lie! You see, you are still reading a political book. Fortunately, I handed it in for you. Let’s not do this kind of thing again..."
Although he said it in a voice that only I could hear. But I can no longer tolerate this nonsense. I stood up emotionally and pointed at him and shouted: "Who are you! Why are you spouting nonsense, making trouble, and falsely accusing me of getting into the car and only investing a dime? I said you are crazy for trying to be a good person! Be careful, I will call the police and arrest you You! How can you do this to such a big man!”
At this time, everyone’s eyes were focused on the man. Some people whispered to each other and pointed at him. He looked embarrassed, his face was slightly blue, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Just then, the car stopped and I arrived at the station. I wanted to go out, but he very stiffly gave me the way. I gave him a contemptuous look and strode out.
The rain is still falling, with no intention of stopping. I put my hands in my pockets casually. Suddenly, something cold touched the fingers of my left hand. I took out the small thing with slightly trembling hands. It was obviously a one-yuan coin. It was the only one-yuan coin I brought with me today for riding in the car. My heart is tight and my body is numb.
I actually misunderstood him, that kind person. If I had checked my pocket this would not have happened and there would be no misunderstanding. If I ever see him again, I will definitely apologize to him. If...
But there are not so many ifs in the world.
③ The 400-word fairy tale should have a quarrel between pen, ink, and eraser as the title.
Recalling the past, there are many things that once. That time, I laughed; that time, I was so sorry... It was the first time of these experiences that made me understand the happiness of life, the preciousness of friendship, the hardships of hard work and the responsibility... I truly understood the connotation of life. , grown up and matured.
At a school meeting not long ago, the teacher asked me to line up aside to receive the award. At that time, when Principal Wei announced the winners of the broadcasting exercise competition and the handwritten newspaper, I was very excited and nervous.
When we got to the podium, when Principal Wei handed me the certificate, I took it with pride. When we all turned around for everyone to see, what I saw were thousands or even tens of thousands of students. The heads, one by one, are like a group of ants, like a pile of sesame seeds, and like a pile of stones. ah! That feeling is so proud.
When I recalled the production process at that time, I couldn’t help but sigh: Our hard work was not in vain. At that time, the day before the handwritten newspaper was to be handed in, our handwritten newspaper was unfortunately torn into two halves. We had no choice but to redo it. We bought a piece of paper, gave up our lunch break, and made it in the dormitory. We didn’t have crayons, so we asked our mother to get them from home quickly. By that night, it was finally completed. We hurried to the teacher's place. Fortunately, the teacher was there, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to hand it in. Just like that, a few days later, someone told me that we had won the award. I was so happy that I didn't close my eyes to sleep all day and night. I couldn't help but say to people: "Our hard work has not been in vain."
This The first time I went on stage to receive an award made me linger. It taught us something: to succeed, we must work hard. There is a song that goes well: "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? No one can succeed casually..."
④ Memories caused by composition pen, 520 words
The first two Tian suddenly wanted to write with a pen, so he dug out the last pen he had ever used in his student days, the Hero 330. I did a rough calculation and found that I haven't used it for at least ten years, so it is very difficult to wash it. When the water is sucked in and spit out, it will always be blue. It seems that it has a lot more ink in its belly than me! Then I thought about it, I just sucked it full and let it soak slowly. In the afternoon, I thought, since it comes out blue, I can just write on it, and I don’t have to worry about buying the ink yet. So, I picked up a pen and wrote a few lines. I thought it was interesting, so I took pictures with my camera and posted them on Weibo. Fans give me face and speak highly of me. In fact, my handwriting is really ugly. Although I practiced calligraphy when I was a child, it was with a calligraphy pen. I wrote the fonts with a hard pen by myself. I didn't copy the copybooks, so it can be regarded as original.
Today I started using the fountain pen, my old friend from my school days "Hero 330"!
Talking about pens, I really want to recall them hard. After all, they are one of the objects that have been with me the longest when I was a student. I remember when we first entered elementary school, we used pencils so that if we made mistakes, we could erase them with an eraser. I don’t know when I started using a pen. This usage continued until college. If I remember correctly, my first pen was given to me by my sister in Nanjing. It was the third prize in her composition competition - a blue pen. However, while cleaning the pen once, I accidentally dropped the cap of the pen into the hole in the sink. Dad couldn't hook it out even with wire. I remember crying that time and it was so sad. Because that is a precious gift. Until I moved, I still remembered to look at the pool. Later I used a few more, but I can’t remember them all, but there was one from the “Eternal Life” brand. I remember that there was also a high-end fountain pen at that time, which had a fountain pen at one end and a ballpoint pen that could be rotated out at the other end. I've had the pleasure of using this too.
There are really many stories about pens, but they do bring a lot of trouble. For example, I accidentally splashed ink on my clothes. Thanks to my father, he always had clever tricks to help me clean the dyed clothes. After the pen has been used for a period of time, it must be cleaned with clean water, otherwise it will become clogged. This is the time when problems are most likely to occur, such as the incident of losing the pen cap. If you carry the pen with you, if there are too many bumps, when you pull it out again, you will find that the pen cap is full of ink, and the pen tip is also stained with ink. At this time, the cleaning work is also very troublesome. Also, if you write with a pen, you have to wait for a while before it dries. At this time, you may accidentally erase the words, and it is easy to stain your sleeves. Haha, it seems like I am complaining about it, but actually it is very useful if you pay attention to it.
I don’t know what year or month, the signature pen appeared. It was not popular at first. It was probably the short Zebra brand at that time, and the core could not be replaced. Later, the kind of pen I use now came out, and the pen slowly withdrew from my life and became an ornament, lying quietly in the drawer.
That’s it for the memories. I’m going to buy ink in two days. I don’t know if I can still find the “Ostrich” and “Beijing” brands that were popular back then. I’ll report here then.
In this age of computers, do you still write well? Do you still use a pen? Look at the words written by Hero 330. They were soaked in water for a while and then written. Just like a teacup, after brewing tea for a long time, even if you pour it into clean water, it will smell like tea
⑤ An 800-word essay on the topic of the fountain pen controversy
You can write about how valuable you and the newly bought pen are , how I like it, I found it missing when I went to school that day. You find that your deskmate uses the same pen as you. If he says no, you insist. Finally, he reluctantly gave you the pen. You feel like you're victorious. But when you get home, you find that your pen leaked out of the pencil case and fell into the middle of your schoolbag. The next day you apologize to your seatmate.
You can also write that you accidentally broke the pen when you were at school. You are very scared because the pen is very expensive and you are afraid that your mother will tell you. At the end of get out of class, your seatmate accidentally bumped your desk and dropped the pen on the floor. Everyone said he broke your pen. You default. But when everyone was blaming and apologizing to your seatmate, you remembered the good thing about your seatmate and took the initiative to clarify that it was you who broke it. You get back together.
The above two are both stories about pens, choose one and start writing!
⑥ Write a 300-word essay titled The Story of a Pen, about your relationship with this object.
What is reflected in the water is your own face and inner heart. It reflects who you are as a person.
——Inscription
A thin hand slowly and cautiously swam into the dark red pages of a book on the desk, flipping it quickly for a while without losing its agility. The ground shrank back, but there was something more in his hand. From then on, he had an exquisite pen. He smiled, quickly put the pen into his pocket in the blind spot of the camera, and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief: Hey, everything was perfect! Finally got what I've been craving for a long time! He looked around. All his classmates were active, but no one had returned yet.
At noon, he was excited and played a hearty basketball game outside. As he walked into the classroom on his ***, he immediately felt that his classmates were looking at him strangely. Some even had some unfathomable mystery in their eyes, while others smiled slyly at him. His face suddenly became hot, God! Has the matter been exposed? He was trembling a little, "If you risk everything, you've already stolen, what else can you do to me?" After thinking about it, he returned to his original nonchalant look.
After he sat down, he accidentally discovered that the owner was anxiously looking for his pen, but... strange? Although he eagerly buried his head in his huge backpack with a blushing face, he did not "report the crime" to the class teacher anyway and just kept looking for it on his own. At this moment, he looked at the owner who was sweating profusely, and for the first time he felt a sense of guilt.
After waiting anxiously all afternoon, it was finally time to get out of school, but the monitor kept everyone here. He was startled, and couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket, tightening the sweaty pen tightly, and stepped back in horror: the guy had indeed "reported the crime." Seeing everyone rushing towards him, he closed his eyes in despair... Unexpectedly, the clear voice of the monitor rang in his ears: "Today is your 14th birthday, we congratulate you..." "What? ? My 14th birthday?" He was stunned, he even forgot the date of his birthday. how? He was a little excited and a little dazed as he accepted the warm words and small gifts from his classmates. Tears blurred the eyes of this ignorant boy. Suddenly, the owner appeared, and he scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I originally wanted to give you a pen, but I always like to put things around. No, I can't find it again. I'm so sorry... ..." He immediately froze as if struck by lightning, letting his big tears roll down his cold left chest...
From then on, he vowed never to steal anything again, for his sake For myself, and for that special experience.
Sure enough, he did it...
⑦ The story of the pen (psychological description about the loss event)
I used to see my mother's diary, which was written with a pen The handwriting is so beautiful. How much I long for it. Now I am going to the third grade. The teacher asked me to use a pen to write hard-written words. My mother finally made my dream come true.
Yesterday, my mother took me to the stationery store to let me write. I chose it. Its shell is made of gold and silver gray, which is shiny. In addition to having a beautiful cover, there is an iron shell on the other end. This is the clothing of my pen. After opening it, you can see the refill. It is transparent. I think it is the heart of the pen. It can absorb a lot of black water when you press it gently, which can fill your stomach. As soon as I picked it up and started writing, I found that the sharp tip of the pen could write rows of beautiful words smoothly. I took the pen and ink and secretly kissed the pen. I couldn't put it down and held it in my hand. At night I put it on the bedside, for fear that it would be lost.
⑧ A 310-word composition about the fairy tale of the brush, pencil and pen
The pen, the brush and the pencil are three very good friends. They help the little master do homework together and perform well on their own. Their respective strengths make the little master’s homework “excellent” every time! But why is there a quarrel now? If you want to know, come with me and check it out!
It turns out that the little master’s pen calligraphy won an excellence award in school and he even got a certificate! Not to mention how happy the little master was, he held the certificate and looked left and right. The more he looked at it, the happier he became. He kept saying: This time, the pen has done the most to get the certificate. I want to reward it well, so he took out the pen and Sticker collection, put beautiful stickers on the pen. The pen, which was originally black, became extremely beautiful. It walked into the pen holder arrogantly and said arrogantly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!" He Mobi was so angry that he launched a violent "attack" on Qianchusai qianchusai
Pencil was the first to say: "What's so beautiful about your outfit?" The brush is even more ugly, like a dirty mop. You see, I have all kinds of patterns on my body: there are beautiful Barbie dolls, and there are cute little animals... Huh, in short, I am much better than you. 0 The brush listened Not to be outdone, he said: Although my appearance is not as colorful as yours, my pen tips are made of many precious animal hairs, so you can’t underestimate me. 1 The pen also said aggressively: Just because it looks good or What is the use of precious hair? You see, everyone takes me with them when they go to the bank or sign contracts! Because I am the most formal writing instrument, and you are neither good nor worthy.
"Before it finished speaking, the pencil said proudly: "Master uses me to write homework, because I can revise and write conveniently. Unlike the two of you, this one cannot be written without ink, and that one is I couldn't write without ink, so my writing brush became anxious, and I quickly rushed to say: What's the use of your convenience or the most formal one? Your handwriting is not as beautiful as mine. Look at the vigorous and powerful handwriting I write. Hang or paste it on the wall. It is both a work of art and a decoration, can you do it?
The three of them were talking to each other like this, raising their eyebrows horizontally and raising their eyes. They refused to obey anyone and kept arguing. At this time, the ruler brother who had been "watching" finally Unable to bear it anymore, he said: Stop arguing, everyone should live in harmony, because you including us (erasers, pencil sharpeners...) are a whole, a big family, and everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Shortcomings, only if we all play to our respective strengths and work together to serve the master, the little master will complete the homework better and write more conveniently. After listening to the words of the ruler brother, they all lowered their heads in shame and said to each other They apologized, stopped arguing, and said that they would unite as one and serve the little master well in the future. At this time, the original quarrels in the pen holder turned into bursts of laughter!
In our lives, studies, and work, we must be humble to each other, unite as one, give full play to our strengths, and work hard to do our jobs well, because unity is strength! The power of unity can overcome all difficulties and obstacles!
⑨ A fairy tale about writing pens and pencils in the third grade
One night, the careless Xiao Ming forgot to close the pencil box. Suddenly, the contents of the pencil case started to explode. Among them, pencils and pencils, which had gotten into an argument over a small conflict, attracted crowds of onlookers.
What happened was Pencil’s unintentional remark: “Humph, now I am the master’s favorite. What do you mean, you are such an ignorant junior.” When Pencil heard this, he became angry and said:
"You arrogant guy, you didn't know where I was when the master used me!
I have worked hard and have gained a lot of knowledge. Doesn't the master now rely on me to outline the important parts? The master is right I respect you three points!" The more Pencil said, the angrier he became, "You don't know the heights of the world, and you don't know how to take pictures. You are only qualified to do rough work." Pencil became very angry when he was suddenly snatched away. So there was a quarrel, and then there was a fight. If you touch me, the paint will peel off from the pen, and lead shavings will fly everywhere on the pencil. In the end, the two scarred people decided to ask the old man of the pencil box to comment. After hearing the truth, the old man of the pencil box said: "You are actually very useful. Pencils can draw and pencils can write. This is what rulers have." Short, an inch has a long meaning.
The two understood the truth and became good friends again.
⑩ 3rd grade composition pencil and The story of the pen.
You can personify the pencil and the pen, and write that the pencil and the pen are good friends, and then they may quarrel because of some misunderstandings, but in the end the misunderstandings were resolved and they became good friends again