In real life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following is my pen-fourth grade essay that I have carefully compiled. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 1
On Thursday, when I came home from school, my father said mysteriously: "I have something for you." "What?" I asked. Dad took it out and it turned out to be a pen!
This is a pure white pen with a silver clip, made by Picasso. The pen clip can be used to clip the pen on clothes, making it easy to carry. Opening the pen cap reveals the black pen barrel and the shiny silver nib. The black barrel is where the pen is held. Remind you not to hold it too high or too low. If you hold it too high, your writing will be crooked; if you hold it too low, your fingers will get stained with ink. Unscrew the pen barrel to reveal the pen core. Fill the pen refill with ink and you can write beautiful and round fonts!
It’s Friday, lunch break. I took out the pen, took off the cap, held it in my hand, and copied the words smoothly. As I was copying, suddenly, someone bumped the table. My hand shook, and the pen shook and the same "a" instantly turned into a "g". Oops! I thought nervously. What should I do? I wrote it wrong! Fortunately, it didn't melt away. I used transparent glue first, but failed. I want to use correction stickers----No, it can't be used! Alas, I had to cross it out and rewrite it.
Copied in English. I smelled the fragrant ink and copied with a pen. I gently put the tip of the pen on the notebook, slowly stroked it, and then stroked it again. A sentence appeared smoothly on the notebook, and the elegant font emerged. It is much more convenient to copy, fast and good. Two pages of English, completed in the blink of an eye.
I stroked my pen, the white body was shining, and the fragrance filled the air around me. Oh, how I love this pen! My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 2
I have a beloved pen, which my mother bought for me when I started school in the third grade.
This pen is tall and thin, with a round pen cap on its head. There is a very bright pen hook next to the pen cap. You can use this hook to hang the pen on your pocket or clip it to the page of a book. It is wearing a white dress with a pink belt. The skirt has a puppy print on it. The puppy had sunglasses on its nose, stood up straight, and held a spoon in its hand. It looked so funny. There are many colorful stars printed around the puppy, and there is also a line of words written: Roche student type ultra-smooth fine pen.
Open the pen cap to reveal the silver nib, showing its luxurious temperament. The nib of the pen is very thin, and there seems to be a small slit in the middle. Does the ink reach the nib through this and write? Unscrew the lower half of the pen body, and you can see the water absorber made of the plastic tube. As long as you pinch it gently, the ink will rush in and be drank by it. When I want to do my homework, it will come to my hands without hesitation and serve me. It works quietly and helps me write neat and smooth lines of good words.
This pen has always been my good friend and even the "supervisor" of my studies. Once, my mother asked me to practice pen calligraphy. After practicing for a while, I lost my patience and wanted to go out to play, so I threw the pen away. A few drops of ink splashed on the tip of the pen, as if it were sad tears. It seemed to be reminding me with tears in its eyes: "Mom has found you a good partner like me, why don't you practice calligraphy well?" So, I picked up the pen again and started practicing with concentration.
Sometimes, it has been studying with me for too long, and when its stomach is really empty, it will stop "working", as if to say: "Master, I am hungry and can't write anymore, please give me something to drink." Get some drinks!" I hurriedly fed it with ink, and it continued to happily engage in the "battle".
I know that this pen represents my mother’s expectations for me. So, I studied harder and cherished it very much. As soon as I used it, I quickly capped the pen and put it in the pencil case, never letting it get hurt. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 3
I have a pen, which was awarded to me for winning the title of "Three Good Students" during my English training class. Therefore, I call it "Three Good Pens".
That day, an announcement was being broadcast on the school radio, and I unexpectedly heard my name.
Was I rated as one of the "Three Good Students"? How is it possible? Is this true? I slapped myself to make sure I was not dreaming. Wow, that hurts like hell! It's not a dream, it's really real. At that moment, it was like an elf popped out of my heart. I was so excited that I couldn't wait to run out of the classroom and fly towards the place where I received the award.
I came to a small classroom. The teacher asked me to put on Little Doctor clothes and Little Doctor hat, and then took a photo. Back in class, the teacher played grand music and awarded me the award. She handed me a heavy certificate of honor and a pen with both hands. I took the certificate and pen and looked at them many times, as if I was afraid they would fly out of my hands.
Soon, the class was over. When I got home, I told my mother. My mother kept praising me, lifting me to the sky, and saying she would give me rewards. But I have been admiring this pen.
The pen is packed in a box with the words "Hero Customized Pen" engraved on it. Opening the box, a black and gold pen shined in my eyes. This is an exquisite pen, with a line of words engraved on the pen barrel: Xingbo Education·Little New Star. I quickly filled it with ink and wrote again and again in the notebook. This pen is really easy to use, it keeps inking and there is no paper jam.
The next day, I took the pen to school. My deskmate accidentally made a white mark on the pen. When I saw it, I felt angry and sad, but I couldn't get angry. I could only blame myself for not taking good care of it. After I got home, I stared at the scars on the pen for a long time, and I was so sad that tears fell down.
This pen is like my good friend, helping me write well and motivating me to make continuous progress. In order to prevent it from having another "accident", I carefully put it back in the box, and only took it out to write and practice calligraphy when I was at home. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 4
1960 was the most difficult period for the country. When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the teacher began to let us learn to write with pens.
At that time, the family did not see any cash for a year, and only my father earned work points. It was good to be able to receive food rations for the whole family at the end of the year, and sometimes he still owed money to the production team. How could I ask my parents to buy a pen? So I decided to solve it myself. After school for several days in a row, I went to the streets to pick up scraps. I found a few rotten shoe soles, and several pieces of broken rope outside the production team wall. I went to the scrap collection station and bought a few cents, which was just enough to buy some scraps. A dip pen nib and a fountain pen tablet. I couldn't afford the pen holder, so I had to make it myself. I picked up a big white goose feather in my yard and cleaned it up. I thought it could be made into a beautiful pen, so I cut off a small piece of old chopsticks and inserted it into the stem of the feather, clamped the tip of the pen, and tied it tightly with thread. , dipped it in the ink made from the fountain pen tablets I bought for a penny, and it really worked. I was very excited. However, after writing a few words, my hands were dirty, the pen tip was crooked, and the stems of the goose feathers were thin and soft, so I had to think of another way. My compound is surrounded by willow walls, which reminds me of willow branches. So, I searched around the willow wall and found a smooth and straight branch that was as thick as the pen holder and poked it down. I took a section as long as the pen holder, trimmed it, and carefully inserted the end of the purchased pen tip into the core of the willow branch. , fixed it, it’s much easier now. Later, I gradually repaired the willow pen holder to look like the pen holder I bought. Once in class, the teacher found my pen and said, "Let me take a look." The teacher took it and looked at it again and again, and said: " You little guy really have a way. "Although the tip of my pen changed several times, it stayed with me until I graduated from elementary school. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 5
One night when I was eight years old, my parents went shopping with me. When I first walked to the stationery store, a black pen attracted me. My father seemed to see I thought about it and said, "Son, have you taken a fancy to this pen?" I nodded. The boss said: "This pen is the best-selling one this month. It is made of pure stainless steel, but it is very expensive, costing sixteen yuan." I was shocked after hearing this. Dad saw me I liked it so much that I finally bought it. I held it tightly in my hand for fear of losing it.
This pen is all black and is about fifteen centimeters tall. There is a pen cap at the top of the pen, which is like a hat on this pen to protect the nib. There is a pen clip next to the pen cap, which can be hung on the pocket of clothes. It is for convenience of carrying. There is a silver pen holder under the pen tip, which is very comfortable to hold and write.
At the bottom is a black pen body, which is the longest, about eight centimeters. Inside the pen body is the ink bag of the pen, which is where the ink is stored. As long as it is full of ink, it will work tirelessly for me. It seems to be an elf accompanying me.
Speaking of this pen, I have a story with it! One morning, when I came back from buying snacks, I found that the nib of the pen had been broken by a classmate. I felt very sad and really wanted to find this bad guy. At noon, I was so anxious that I couldn't eat. I kept looking for accessories, but I couldn't find them. When I got home, I began to repair the pen wholeheartedly. Finally, I finally fixed it, and I was very happy. I use it every day to write classwork and homework. It also brings convenience to me. I only need to ink once a week and my writing is smooth. It is a good helper for my study.
This pen has been with me for two years. It has made great contributions to my study. I must cherish it. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 6
I have a pen that I have been using since the third grade. Although it is not the first one, I am now in the fifth grade, but I still use this pen. When I was in third grade, I used a Snowflake cow pen, but I thought it was too little and not enough. So I bought a spare LUOSHI EF size pen, which is this one.
I am already in the fifth grade, and that Snowflake pen can no longer be used in the fourth grade. But my LUOSHI pen can still be used. This pen can be regarded as a veteran pen. When writing with it, the pen is written like a god, and the pen is written like a flower. When I use it to write an article, it seems that a kind of inspiration comes to me. No, I wrote a composition using this pen.
I remember one time, my pen rolled off the table. The important thing was that the pen tip was facing the ground. This time the pen was seriously injured and the tip of the pen was knocked crooked. I was very sad. The pen nib couldn't be repaired no matter how hard I tried. I removed a nib from my Shark pen and it was exactly the same model as his, so I installed it on it. The nib of my LUOSHI fountain pen looks brand new, like a new pen, but the nib of my Shark pen has disappeared.
This is an ordinary pen, not fancy at all. There are only gradient colors of yellow and blue on it. In fact, it is just like an ordinary fountain pen. This pen is durable and convenient. It can be used as a water-absorbing pen or an ink cartridge pen, both are universal. It can also install any brand of ink bag and any color of ink bag.
This is my fountain pen, a veteran pen. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 7
When I was in the third grade, I needed a pen to write, so my father gave me a hero pen.
This hero pen is all green with a silver cap. The appearance is smooth and elegant. There is also a blooming flower above the pen cap. I opened the pen body to hold the ink. When I first started to suck ink into the pen, I accidentally sprayed the ink on the wall that was originally white. It couldn't be washed off, so it became my first time to use it. Pen record.
When I first started using this pen, my writing was always crooked. My father held my hand and wrote stroke by stroke. Later I enrolled in a calligraphy class and still used this pen, which achieved many glorious achievements for me. Especially during the final exam of the calligraphy class, the teacher asked us to write four characters. We all opened our mouths because we usually write half a character, and it is already difficult to write half a character, but this time it was four characters. But I quickly calmed down and wrote stroke by stroke, as if my father was holding my hand while writing. Just like that, I finished writing it, and I finished it in one piece. The teacher gave me a prize: a mechanical pencil. Although this mechanical pencil is not as good as the heroic pen, I still kept it. After all, I got the prize with this pen.
Although it helped me achieve a glorious record, there was also disappointment and anger in it. The fourth grade had just started, and for the first homework, the whole class wrote neatly, but I was the only one who wrote crookedly. I was also criticized by the teacher. After I got home, I kept wanting to throw the pen away, but after thinking about it carefully, it was my fault that I couldn't write well. Why should I blame the pen? So I wrote the homework that day very seriously. The teacher praised me the next day.
Now there is a pen to replace this heroic pen that has achieved many achievements for me, but I still keep it. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 8
There is such a pen that has no gorgeous patterns, no bright colors, no beautiful coat, only a rusty appearance, a rusty nib and the "rugged" Uneven" pen body.
Perhaps only he can represent my childhood. When I was seven years old, he was also very young. His strong and powerful pen showed his ease of use, and his elegant patterns showed his extraordinaryness. Unfortunately, he met me.
He was trampled on by me all day long. He was only one year old and was made unsightly by me. I hate him, hate why he appears in my life, hate why he delays my time to play. He just suffered in silence.
He has experienced all the major events in my life, and I have used him to create one after another of my brilliance, my glory, and my splendor.
He accompanied me to the examination room. The grading examination is a place to judge your writing ability. It is a hard-pen examination room. For many days and nights, a child held a pen and practiced tirelessly. Three years of hard work, relying on this to fight. In the examination room, the pen I held was vigorous and full of strength, showing his best strength.
He is my mascot. I used him to score many perfect marks in the examination room. Through all the trials and tribulations, he has always been by my side. “In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I wish to be a branch.” That’s what he said about us.
He is not just a pen, he has become an indispensable partner in my life. From a young boy, to a lively and cheerful child, to a naughty child, to a well-mannered teenager. He has been through every major event in my life.
That pen is now lying quietly in the box. Every time I see him, I recall the days I spent with him, recall his strong and powerful handwriting, and see him now His look was full of deep apologies to him and deep remorse for himself.
Childhood has flown by, and he is old. He is no longer as majestic and glorious as before. He is old, and I am no longer the child who only knows how to throw things. Thank you for the beautiful scenery in my life. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 9
It was a beautiful weekend, with clear skies and white clouds floating in the sky. Dad took me to the stationery store to buy pens. I was so happy that I jumped three feet high. I chose carefully and chose a very beautiful pen, which only cost 18 yuan. After my father paid the money, we went home happily.
This pen is light blue, with a small part made of gold. There are some English letters on it, which sparkle in the sun. It is very, very beautiful. There is a small clip on the pen cap. If you don’t want to hold something with two hands after writing outside, you can use the small clip of the pen to hold it. In this way, you can hold it with one hand. Remember , when clamping, do not clamp too much, otherwise, it will not be clamped.
Open the pen cap, and you will see a round thing. Let me tell you, it is called the pen tip. There is a small hole on the pen tip, which is for discharging ink. Then open the pen body, and you will You will find a small tube inside, which is used to hold ink, and a round ball, which is in the tube that absorbs ink. You will also find that this small round ball will not fall, and neither will the ink. , because the ball and the tube are the same size, and sometimes they get stuck on it. Just because the ball gets stuck on it, the ink cannot flow. If you want to drain the ink, just push the pusher down and the ink will flow out from the small holes.
Its function is for writing. It will be used in the 3rd and 4th grade of elementary school. Remember, I remind you that the pen is not as good as the pencil. After you make a mistake with the pen, you cannot use an eraser to erase it. Because the pen writes with ink and the eraser cannot erase it, you must be careful when writing with the pen.
You see, my pen is very practical. I like this pen very much and can’t put it down. If you want to buy the same pen, please come to me. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 10
This semester, Teacher Zhou gave me a new deskmate - classmate Wang Sijia. We get along very happily. As each day passed, our friendship grew deeper. Not long ago, Wang Sijia gave me a pen, which is composed of black and gold.
The body of the pen is also laser-engraved with the words "Tiandao rewards those who work hard" and my name.
When I held this pen for the first time, it felt smooth and delicate in my hand, and I fell in love with it immediately. Every time I write a Chinese exercise book, I will use this pen to trace it carefully and write each word stroke by stroke according to the post. When writing, the water comes out smoothly and the thickness is even, and I also found that the ink can be quickly absorbed by the paper, unlike other ink pens that accidentally touch the ink every time after writing. Since owning this pen, I have been surprised to find that every time I write in a calligraphy book, I always get a star from Teacher Zhou, which makes me very happy.
But one day, when I was writing with a pen, the ink suddenly became intermittent. I was anxious and thought, maybe there is no water? I quickly unscrewed the pen body, and after careful inspection, I found that there was still ink, but the nib was a little crooked. I thought about this money, which I usually treat as a treasure. It has never been dropped on the ground, nor has it been hit by any external force. How could it be like this? I'm a little depressed.
When I got home from school, I told my dad about the pen. Dad said: "Let me take a look." Dad took the pen and inspected it with an engineer's eyes. After a while, my father came over, handed the pen to me and said, "It's fixed, you can write it down and see if this works?" I took the pen and gave it a try, haha, the pen was back to its original state, which was great. .
Time flies, and I have been with this pen for more than a month. It now lies quietly in my stationery bag every day and has become my right-hand assistant in writing. I will cherish it very much. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 11
I have a pen. It is different from other pens. It can change color, "move", and bring you into a happy world, so it has become My dearest love.
The cap of this pen is white, the tip is straight and pointed, and it is very smooth. The pen barrel is snow-white, as if it is covered with a white coat. There are two children on the pen holder, one boy and one girl. They each hold a colorful lollipop in their hands, with smiles on their faces, as if they are about to swallow it in one gulp, and they seem to be shaking the lollipops. , and then said to me: "Eat it quickly!" This little lollipop is not that good at all. There is a very large colorful lollipop in its tail. The candy is soft and emits a smell. It has a light fragrance, including lemon yellow, watermelon red, grass green, etc. When you see it, you can’t help but want to eat it, but it also has to help me with my homework, so I can’t bear to take a bite.
When the pen is writing, the lollipop on it will "move". It will sway from side to side, like playing a piece of rhythmic music.
When your pen is almost out of ink, the lollipop on this pen will shake slower and slower, and the pen barrel will slowly turn light pink, and you will know that it is almost out of ink. It’s even more powerful when you add ink. If you add black ink, the pen barrel will turn blue. If you add blue ink, it will turn red. If you add blue ink, it will turn yellow. What color is your pen? The pen barrel will turn into another color to remind you. So do you want to know what color to add to make it white? Let me tell you, adding green ink will make it white. It is really like a child who likes to change clothes at any time.
What an interesting, magical, and unique pen it is! My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 12
I have a pen, which was a birthday gift from my mother on my birthday. This pen is made of metal. It is cylindrical, about 13 cm high and 1 cm in diameter. I like it so much.
Most of this pen is black, the pen card is gold, and there is also a circle of gold under the pen cap. There is a puppy with a white edge printed on the top of the pen. There is a golden buckle at the end, which shines golden in the sun. Taking off the pen cap reveals the silver nib, which looks like an ancient weapon - a spear. The place where the pen is held is silver gray. Unscrew the pen case to expose the pen bag, insert the pen tip into the ink bottle, and squeeze the pen bag with your hands to absorb the oil. At this time, the pen seems to grin and say: "I'm full." I can hold it again. It has good handwriting.
There was a little joke between me and the pen.
One day, I was doing my homework with this pen, and my mother asked me to take out the garbage. When I came back from taking out the garbage, I found that my pen was missing. I didn’t care about doing my homework anymore, so I started looking for it. While thinking: "When I went out, the pen was still on the table, why did it disappear so quickly?" I stamped my feet anxiously, and at the same time muttered: "Where is it? I'm so angry." "A thought suddenly appeared in my mind, did my father and mother take it away? When I asked, my father and mother didn't take it either. By this time, I was sweating profusely. Suddenly, I felt something warm in my hand. I looked and saw that the pen was in my hand. I thought, what a false alarm! The pen seemed to smile and say to me: "You are such a sloppy little boy!"
I like you very much - my pen, and I hope you can accompany me through the happy time of primary school. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 13
I have a beloved pen, which was a gift from my mother when I was in third grade. It has been with me for three full years.
My pen is thin and long. It wears a yellow coat and has English letters printed on it. There is a cute little bear on the cap of the pen. It is holding a shell and wearing a blue dress. It always smiles at me. Whenever I pick up a pen and see it, I feel particularly good.
My pen can also help me write beautiful handwriting. Whenever the teacher assigned homework, I would use it to write and write in the homework book, so I was also praised by the teacher. Sometimes, when its stomach is hungry, it will stop working. I replaced it with a new ink sac and let it have enough energy to work.
But sometimes, my pen will be disobedient. Sometimes the writing is thin, sometimes the writing is thick, and sometimes there is a lot of ink, which proves that it leaks ink, so I have to use other pens to erase the ink. I also take good care of my pens. Whenever the ink stains it, I wipe it with paper to make it squeaky clean.
This is my fountain pen. Although it is not from an international brand and does not have other exquisite designs, I like it very much. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 14
During that time, I fell madly in love with writing. At that time, most students in our class had a beautiful pen. I am the study committee member of the class. I have excellent Chinese scores and am the teacher's favorite student.
Every Tuesday afternoon, the third period is a writing class. I watch those students who are not as good at studying as me and whose writing is not as beautiful as me. They all take out beautiful pens from the pen box, and then suck up the pen water in a serious manner. I couldn't take my eyes off their movements of sucking pen water. They were so elegant. I felt that it must be the most beautiful movement of the time.
The classmate seemed to notice that I was looking at him, so he said to me with a smile: "If you help me with my homework, I will lend you the pen." I nodded repeatedly, for fear that he would regret it. . I can finally write with a pen. From then on, I made two copies of every calligraphy assignment, and the teacher never discovered it. I was secretly glad.
During the mid-term exam, I ranked first in the class in Chinese. The teacher was very happy and rewarded me. I thought it would be a pencil case or notebook like before, but this time the teacher did give me a reward. I was given a beautiful pencil case, and I was very happy. After opening it, I found a beautiful Hero brand pen inside, and a note underneath: Use my pen to write my heart. Only then did I realize that the teacher knew everything, he just didn’t want to hurt my little self-esteem. For a moment, tears filled my eyes. Was it sadness, shame, or emotion? There were mixed feelings for a while.
I am very grateful to my Chinese teacher for giving me this pen. This is the first pen in my life. I will use it to write my life. To this day, although it is broken and can no longer write, it has been developing my brilliant life with me. My Pen - Fourth Grade Composition 15
I have a beloved thing, it is a pen. It is the only gift my mother gave me after I worked hard, and it is my most cherished pen.
The pen is jet black, with a few small golden characters engraved on the pen body, and the pen barrel is even more attractive. If the pen is increased by one point, it will be too long, and if it is decreased by one point, it will be too short. The length is like it. Tailor-made in general.
One evening, when I came home, I couldn’t help but want to take a closer look at the exquisite pen. But when I opened the pen box, I couldn’t help but be shocked. My pen was missing! I went crazy all of a sudden, rummaging through my hateful schoolbag frantically, wanting to cut the whole bag open. Soon the place where my schoolbag was originally placed was in a mess, pens fell on the chair, and books were spread out on the floor, but I didn't care at all and turned the room upside down. Look under the bed, nothing! Search the closet, nothing! Search the cabinets, nothing! I even checked the previous "ruins" again, no, no, still no! I was like an ant on a hot pot - spinning around. At this moment, I saw a black rod. Isn't that my pen? When I saw a glimmer of hope, I stood up quickly and rushed over like an arrow, only to find that it was just a black crayon! At that time, I was completely desperate and couldn't help crying. I cried so hard that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. At that moment, my heart ached as if I had fallen into hell. At that moment, tears fell like a downpour. I no longer remember what I cried. How long...
But...
I still walked into the classroom with a sad mood. What made me dumbfounded was that the pen that had made me cry all night was sitting comfortably. Lying on the desk, a ray of morning sunlight shines on it, making the golden lines look even more brilliant. Looking at it, I was ecstatic!
I love it from the bottom of my heart.