I am a pencil, and I have many good friends. They are: pen, erasable pen, ballpoint pen ... We live in the same house-pencil box.
"Ding, Ding ..." The bell rang. When the young master took the pen from the pencil case as usual, we rushed forward and finally I got to the front. The first one was taken out by the master. I don't want to mention how happy I am. After a while, I wrote a short paragraph on my tail. The paper inexplicably asked me, "Why are you so stupid? If you don't go out and die so fast, don't you care about your life at all? " I smiled, didn't answer him, and went on working. "Ding, Ding ..." The bell rang and I finally had a rest. I stretched, looked at the rest of my body, looked at the neat lines on the paper, and smiled again.
"Ding, Ding ..." Well, I won't say much. I'm going to work. Bye.
I am a pencil. Since I was chosen by my young master, I have always hoped that he can be kind to me.
At first, my young master was particularly concerned about me. Whenever I'm a little slow, he takes me to the pencil sharpener to "nurse" and doesn't even let me fall off the table. He must be fascinated by my "handsomeness": I have a dark pencil lead on my head and a "cashmere coat" made of wood and red paint. I look like Nezha's flame gun.
However, one day, a "sword fighting" game became popular in the young master's class. The students were all playing with pens and rulers, and the young master's hand itched, so he took me to the "battlefield". Before long, I looked pale and unrecognizable, and got off the "battlefield". Young master is still biting me, thinking about how to win. I really wanted to say, "Don't bite me, I'm poisonous!" I found that my seat was going to be occupied by mechanical pencil. It is this day that proves this. I have half a life left, so my master threw me into the trash can. "alas! Alas! Don't! I am still useful! " Suddenly a group of things in the trash can said, "Give up! It's useless! " Scared me into a cold sweat. I turned my head and saw that it was my brother and sister. Like me, they all used a small pencil eraser. Their pitiful appearance makes my heart ache. Oh, my God! Somebody help us.
Alas, who will save our poor stationery!
Pencil self-report excellent composition 3 "sasha vujacic" Hearing this voice, everyone will definitely think of me. I am the familiar pencil.
My appearance is a cylinder. I often wear a bright coat, and the logs are tightly wrapped with lead cores, which makes me look slim, hence the name.
Our family has a long history. My ancestor was lead. At that time, someone ground the lead block into fine lead, and then rolled it up with a rope, so that you could write. With the development of science and technology, there are now mechanical pencil and erasable pens. Will people forget me? No, children can't use mechanical pencil when they are just learning to write, because mechanical pencil's refill is too thin and easy to break, and it is not convenient to change it frequently. However, the children use me to write, so I won the children's love with my steadiness and composure.
I still have many brothers and sisters, namely colored lead. Their cores are colored. They jump around on the paper and draw beautiful pictures. I envy them a little.
However, I also have my own specialty, which is sketching. My master used my sharp pen core to make a slight stroke on the paper, and the three-dimensional painting jumped out of the paper. I'm proud, too.
Although I am an ordinary pencil, I still have many benefits!
Pencil self-report excellent composition 4 Hi! Hello everyone! I'm mechanical pencil. I was bought by a little boy at the stationery store. From then on, he became my little master.
I am all white and wearing a silver hat on my head. There is a circle of transparent and soft silica gel on the lower body, which can be comfortably held by the little master's hand. The young master used to do his homework very slowly. Because the tip of the wooden pencil became thicker without writing a few words, he had to repair it with a pencil sharpener. So, time is delayed. My most amazing thing is that as long as my master fills my stomach, I will always serve my young master.
When I was first taken home, my little master took good care of me. Every time I finish my homework, he will put me in a stationery bag and let me have a good sleep. But a few days later, the young master made the mistake of forgetting things and lost my silver hat. He casually said, "Didn't you just lose your hat?" It doesn't affect the use, it's no big deal! "One day, the little master picked up my homework again, and only heard a sound of' ah'. It turned out that the hat on my head was missing, which scratched the young master's hand. Only then did he realize how important my hat was. So he found me a new hat from the treasure chest.
Young master loves me now, just like when he just took me home. I am also very happy and willing to continue to be a good helper in the study of the young master!
I am an ordinary pencil and one of the school supplies. I have many brothers and sisters: Brother Pen, Sister Brush, Grandpa Pen … I am the youngest. Although I am young, I have made great contributions. Let me introduce myself.
I am about 20 cm long and 6 mm wide. I am a pen made of wood, and the pain of my flesh is inevitable. My young master often cuts me with a pencil sharpener. Only by enduring pain can I realize the value of my existence.
Although I am ordinary, I have many functions. I have been good friends with my children since they went to preschool. The first painting they wrote was inseparable from me, even the uncles and aunts in the factory could not do without me.
My little master is a child who has excellent academic performance and loves to learn. Whenever he is in class, he always listens to the teacher carefully, so whenever the young master needs me, I will go all out to cooperate with him. I remember once, the young master and his brother and sister competed in writing, and as a result, the young master was far ahead and won the first place. Since then, the young master has been more careful with me. Sometimes when I get dirty, he "bathes" me. Sometimes when I see that my pen tip is not sharp, I sharpen it.
Although my life is slowly running out, I am willing to serve mankind wholeheartedly.
I am a beautiful pencil. I was lying in the counter of the shop. My young master took a fancy to me at a glance and took me home.
I am a capable pencil. Every time the young master grinds my high heels, he will put a small hat on me with a pen cap to prevent my high heels from being damaged. Once in a Chinese class, the teacher asked the little master to take notes, and the little master took me out of the pencil box. The handwriting written by Xiao Zhu himself is good, and it will look better when I use it again. Another time, the young master went to a calligraphy competition, and she took me. When the teacher received the calligraphy works, he saw the young master's beautiful handwriting at a glance and awarded him the first gold medal. She also praised the young master many times and said, "Your handwriting is great and your calligraphy is very talented." After listening to this sentence, the young master smiled as sweet as honey and repeatedly praised my skill. I heard it as sweet as honey.
I am still a hard-working and selfless pencil. One day, I had a rest in my pencil box. At this moment, Sister Chi came up to me and said, "Look, Sister Pencil! You have served the young master for so many years, and your clothes are old and your high heels are worn out. You should take care of yourself and be lazy, or you will be thrown away by the young master one day. " But I said, "Sister Chi, you are right. I'll throw it away one day, but it doesn't matter. My task is to serve the host. Otherwise, my life will be in vain. What's the point of living in this world? " Sister Chi nodded again and again, gave a thumbs-up and said, "Very good, very good, you are right, I agree."
Anyway, I am a beautiful, capable and selfless pencil. Do you like me?
My name is pencil, and I am the most important one among the primary school students' pens.
My body shape is triangular, hexagonal, cylindrical and so on. My height is about 18cm. Some people wear hats, others don't, some are soft and some are hard. Soft ones are generally represented by the letter B, hard ones are generally represented by the letter H, and primary school students are generally represented by HB. The bigger the number before H, the harder the pencil, and the bigger the number before B, the softer the pencil. Don't underestimate me. If I draw on a piece of white paper, I can draw a circle around the earth.
For the little master's study, the master's father bought a box of colored pencils from the stationery store. I am one of them, wearing green clothes and a pink hat, which can erase the wrong words. I am tall and thin, and my black feet are small and sharp. Look carefully, I still have a few big characters on me, but don't look at my normal appearance, it's very useful!
In Chinese class, I write neat handwriting in the grid; In math class, I write beautiful numbers and beautiful formulas; In English class, I left my handsome footprints on the paper-English words one by one; In art class, I drew beautiful pictures on paper. In a word, I can't live without you everywhere in the little master's study.
Young master is very kind to me, and we are inseparable. Oh, master, I fell to the ground. Come and pick me up! I screamed in a hurry, and I don't know who stepped on my foot. I almost collapsed. Fortunately, the master found me and quickly picked me up.
In fact, whenever I chat with my close friends on paper, I feel a little lost, but I am very happy. I like my master to use me to write neat words and draw beautiful pictures.
This is me, your ubiquitous friend-pencil. Do you like me?
Pencil self-report excellent composition 8 Hi, everyone! I'm a pencil girl. I am made of wood. I have many colors: red, pink, black and blue. My body is long, thin and slim. Everyone likes me very much.
One day, my little master came to the stationery store to buy pencils. My little master took a fancy to me at first sight and I fell in love with my little master. Young master spent one yuan to take me home, so I came to this big family.
When I got home, the young master gave me a personalized hairstyle with its cool pencil sharpener, which instantly became beautiful. After the haircut, I received a small task from my master to help him finish his math homework. I'm really happy. In a short time, I helped the little master finish his math homework, and the little master praised me as his good helper.
Today, I am very angry. An eraser on my head was accidentally dropped by my master. I cried sadly. Of course, the master couldn't hear me cry, but he said, "Sister Pencil, I didn't mean to drop my eraser on your head. Please forgive me this time! " I promise this will never happen again. "After listening to the young master's explanation, I thought," Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and I forgive him. "
Here I want to say to the little host: "Let's be good friends for life!" " ! Help each other and never part. "