After Xiao Ming came home from school, he took out his homework and pencil box, then took out his pen from the pencil box and finished his homework at the speed of 100 meters race. Say that finish, he immediately ran to the front of the computer and played happily.
This is, the last ray of sunshine just shone on the pencil box, and the miracle happened! Pencil boxes and stationery in pencil boxes can talk! Brother Pen said first, "Guys, if it weren't for me, the little master's test paper would be a blank sheet of paper!" " "
Sister Mo shook her stomach with water and said, "If it weren't for me, could you write something?"
Zheng Xiu pulled his sister, head held high, a full face of confidence. She said, "Brother Bimo, why do you want me to wipe your ass every time you make a mistake?" I can be a big sister! "
Seeing that everyone was fighting and robbing, Brother Chi said loudly, "Stop it! If it weren't for me, the lines drawn by the little master would be curved! "
Aunt pencil-box said, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have a home. You are wandering stationery! At that time, I couldn't find you in the exam, so I had to take a duck egg test! "
When Xiao Ming heard this, he came over and said loudly, "You all have your own strengths, and none of you can be less!" " Stationery people bowed their heads in shame when they heard this.
Comments: The author described a stationery storm with his unique imagination, and drew a truth: people should base themselves on their own jobs, not strive for success in life.
It's late at night, and the pencil case is full of excitement. Stationers are discussing a question, who is the most important to the owner?
The first speaker is Sister Pencil. "I am the most important. If it weren't for me, how could the master finish his homework neatly? "
Brother Rubber said, "If it weren't for me, how could the typo in the article be erased?"
Next, it's mechanical pencil's turn to speak. The most beautiful girl in the pencil box is wearing high heels. "Cher, what you said is wrong, I am the leading role here. I can write with a pencil, but it will thicken after a while, and I can still use it after I use it. How convenient! How can a master write a long article without me? "
Miss Lead straightened up to refute mechanical pencil's sister's unconvinced. "If it weren't for my little lead sister, even mechanical pencil wouldn't write."
The ruler's brother said, "if who is the most important ... of course it is me." If it weren't for me, how could the master draw a straight line? "
Everyone had a big fight, and grandpa in the pencil box said, "Children, you are all very important. Without one, master's study will not be the best. " In this way, an argument ended.
Once upon a time, pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners were very good friends. But one day, they quarreled. The pencil sharpener began: "pencil, you are too thick to write any more." Look, your handwriting is so thick, don't cut it. "Put the rubber on your mouth:" Yes, cut it quickly. It's ugly. "The pencil said," it's okay. "The eraser was angry and erased all the words written by the pencil. The pencil shouted, "What are you doing? "The eraser held back and said," You are too thick to write any more. Go and cut it. "Pencils didn't pay attention to them. So the eraser and pencil sharpener left the pencil.
Eraser After they left, the pencil continued to write. It thought: If I continue to write, I will become a calligrapher. In this way, the next day and the third day, it continued to write, and its pen became thicker.
The fourth day, when the pencil wanted to write again, I found that I couldn't find my pen and couldn't write any more. So it remembered the advice of its good friend three days ago. I feel very regretful. It searched for its good friend day and night, and finally it found a pencil sharpener and an eraser. The pencil sharpened again and wrote beautiful words. They became good friends again.
Stationery Fairy Tale Composition 300 words 4 The chirp sound came from the pencil box. Listen carefully, it turned out to be the sound of a pencil, an eraser and a crayon quarreling.
"I am the boss!" The pencil proudly said, "Because I write both math and Chinese, I have the greatest ability. I should be your boss! " "
"I am the boss! Because I have colorful brothers and sisters, I can make a monotonous pattern more colorful. " The crayon said proudly.
"You all stand aside!" The eraser proudly said, "No matter how beautifully you draw and write, I will clean you up, so I am the boss that the young master said!" " "
They have been arguing endlessly and can't tell who is the boss. The pencil-box couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Each of you has his own strengths and weaknesses. You should see the strengths of others, know your own weaknesses, respect each other, learn from each other's strengths, and unite to have love. In this way, we can better serve the young master! "
Just as the art class arrived, the three of them helped the young master draw a beautiful work.
Since then, pencils, crayons and erasers have never quarreled again, and I understand the importance of unity.
I have a beautiful pencil box with a blue-green coat inside. It is very beautiful. One day, the pencil case said to me, "Master, although you dressed my coat beautifully, I suffered a lot!" " "
I asked strangely, "I clean your surface every day." What do you have to complain about? " You know, I work hard! "
The pencil case said angrily, "You should consider yourself the only one who has tried! I pack so many stationery every day that I get arthritis and rheumatism. Why don't you understand me? Pack those stationery, and you'll spill pencil ash on me. Cough, cough, I have pneumonia! " Say that finish, pencil case turned away, ignore me.
I panicked and begged: "Miss pencil case, beautiful pencil case princess, noble pencil case queen, please forgive me!" " "
I persuaded the pencil case and turned around and said, "Well, I will be merciful and forgive you once, but as compensation, you have to give me a bath."
I listened and gave it a bath with "Liu Zanyi's special washing powder".
Afterwards, I asked the pencil case, "Are you all right?"
It said, "Reluctantly!"
Huh? I'd rather ...
Stationery fairy tale composition 300 words 6 late at night, people have fallen asleep, but there is a sound in Xiaoming's schoolbag. ...
Hearing this, it turned out that there was a speech in the pencil case, and the content was "Who has the greatest ability".
Pen went to the podium first: "I think I am very skilled." Because Xiaoming always needs my help every time he does his homework, I am very skilled. "
Eraser does not show weakness, and walks onto the platform. He held the microphone and said, "I am very skilled. Because when Xiaoming writes wrong homework, I am always the first to stand up and help Xiaoming correct his mistakes. "
The ruler stepped onto the platform. After a long time, he said shyly, "I don't think I can compare with them, but when Xiaoming needs to draw and measure the length, I will do my part."
Finally, the pencil said, "in my opinion, your skills are not comparable to mine." Xiaoming wrote it with me at first. If I hadn't taught Xiao Ming to write, you wouldn't have played a role at all. "
In this way, the stationery man quarreled: "I have great skills!" " ""no, it should be me! "... soon, Toastmasters turned into a debate.
The sleeping pencil case was awakened. He said: "You all have your own skills, but you can't do without each other. Why else did Xiao Ming bring you all to school? " Say that finish, and continue to sleep.
The words of the pencil box made everyone lost in thought and made the bag quiet.
Stationery fairy tale composition 300 words 7 nights has been very quiet, every household has lights on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. Suddenly there was a buzz in the schoolbag. It turned out that the stationer was holding a seminar.
Brother Rubber was startled and said, "Look, Zhou Ping used me when he wrote the wrong words." This seminar is getting more and more intense, which can make my pen sister anxious. She quickly said, "Every word written by Zhou Ping is because she used me, or I let her win the first prize in the city writing competition!" " ..... After a short silence, Sister Pencil said, "Zhou Ping can write, but thanks to me. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't write. Do you think my skills are great? " The seminar seems to have turned into a debate. I can scratch my head with a ruler. After thinking about it, I want to say: "Every time Zhou Ping draws a stroke, whether it is a straight line or a curve, he needs me!" "My skill is bigger, my skill is bigger ..." The stationery man quarreled.
At this time, the stationery mother said, "Stop arguing, you each have your own skills. Otherwise, how can his drought-striken fields put you on every day? Right? " "Yes, yes, we should all help each other." They said with one voice.
The night was calm again, and I entered the dream again …
One day, Xiaohong's stationery on the table suddenly spoke!
Mr. Pencil Sharpener first said, "Our little master is so unsanitary! Look, my stomach is bursting. The knife on me is not sharp! "
"Your injury is still light, and the most pitiful thing is me!" The pencil brother sitting there said, "Do you know what's wrong with the small hole in my body? This is all bitten by the little master. "
"You look at me! The small black holes on my body were all drawn by my young master with a pencil. It hurts and itches, which is very uncomfortable! The young master often paints in his exercise book. When the teacher said to start writing, the young master quickly erased it with my reverse painting. What's more, the young master often picks on my flesh. So now I am thin and small. " Brother rubber said.
"In the future, we can't do anything for the young master. We have to give the young master some pain! " All the stationery said in unison.
At this moment Xiaohong came in through the door, and the pencil case stopped talking at once. Xiaohong said apologetically, "I heard everything you just said. I won't do it again. I will treat you well. " Excuse me! "Say that finish, everyone in the stationery department laughed.
I am a pencil box, and I followed my young master's father across the sea from Japan to beautiful China. Young master loves me so much that he lets me study with him every day, let alone how happy I am!
Although I am plain-looking, I am not an ordinary pencil case. My seal is made of a magnet. Open from the front, only a thin layer, the back can also be opened, so my young master calls me a "double-sided pencil case."
I'm soft-skinned, with a Winnie the Pooh and a pink pig painted on it. There is a pencil sharpener exposed on my right lower foot. Although it doesn't take up much space, this arrangement makes it much easier for superfine product to sharpen pencils. There are five pen holes in my front, which are parallel and equal in length. Master put all kinds of pens in it neatly. There is also a vacancy on the right side of the pen hole. It's not big, but it's a little deep. The little host put the lovely rabbit eraser and all kinds of cartoon pictures here.
Open me from the back, and the clever little master divided me into two rooms with a box of pencil lead. In the "big room" lived Brother Pencil and Sister Youbi, and in the "small room" lived Brother Pen. Hey, where's my ruler sister? It turned out that she slept on the thin layer above!
Young master puts me in his beautiful schoolbag every day and only lets me go out for air when I do my homework. It seems that I am worried that I will be bored in my schoolbag.
My master loves me, and I love my master more. I will serve my master wholeheartedly!