The ink splashed on the wall and continued to write.

1. Ink on the wall. Ink and pen are good friends.

But one day, they had a quarrel ... Pen proudly said, "You are so ugly, young master doesn't like you." I am so beautiful that my little master holds me every day. Of course, I play a great role! "Mo Yan defy spirit," what's the big deal about you? Without me, you are still useless. " The pen said proudly, "Look at you, black. Anyone who sees you will stay away. "

Ink angrily: "Hum! You ... look down on people! Let's go and talk to Grandpa Blank! "The pen is not to be outdone:" Hum, go away, who is afraid of who? " . Let's go "Pen and ink walked to the front of Grandpa Blank and let him judge.

The handle of the pen told Grandpa Bai, and Grandpa Bai laughed and casually said to them, "Then you can compete on me!" " "I saw the pen dancing beautifully on Grandpa Blank, ready to appreciate his masterpiece after the dance, but Grandpa Blank was still blank. It's ink's turn. It spilled all the ink on Grandpa Bai at once, which made a mess.

Grandpa Blank said meaningfully after watching their game: "We all have our own strengths and weaknesses. We don't always compare other people's weaknesses with our own strengths, but compare our weaknesses with others' strengths, so that we can make continuous progress! " Pen and ink bowed their heads in shame and helped each other from then on, and never quarreled again.

2. The feeling of ink on the white wall (composition) Every time I see a bottle of ink on the counter, I think of the white wall with almost no ink on it ... and a pen practice class.

In order to make us write well, the school arranged a pen practice class, requiring every student to bring a copybook and a pen back. Of course, our class is no exception. Because the pen is not very good at water, it won't get inked when writing, so it should be thrown to the ground. This is the problem!

Once, it was another pen practice class, and everyone was concentrating on writing and pasting. I'm writing, too, but my pen is out of ink again. I'm drawing and drawing. This pen is like working against me, but it won't print. I even scratched the paper because I pushed too hard. I was so angry that I picked up my pen and fell to the ground with a bang. Aha! It's a lot of trouble. The damn pen is finally out of ink. But ... I looked back, oh, no! I almost scared the daylights out of me and couldn't help crying, "ouch!" It turns out that there are spots on the white powder wall of the classroom, like stars in the sky, densely covered the whole wall. Hearing my cry, the students turned around one by one, but they were all stunned by my "masterpiece". Monitor Li Yuxin said viciously, "Who did this? Come out quickly. " Seeing her cruel appearance, I was too scared to make any noise. When Li Yuxin saw it didn't work, she said it again. Finally, she said to us, "If a student who splashes ink doesn't stand up, I'll tell the teacher?" She raised her voice again and said, "Who did it? Why don't you stand up? " The classroom was quiet and no one made any noise. Then the monitor trotted to the teacher's office. About ten minutes later, the monitor came with Mr. Wu, the head teacher. I looked from the window of the classroom, and Mr. Wu's joking face gradually turned from sunny to cloudy and became serious. Teacher Wu walked into the classroom and saw the "hemp" wall behind me. He came up to me and asked, "Was this wall still white before class?" Before I could answer, Li Hong, who was sitting next to me, stepped forward and said, "This wall was still white before class." Li Hong is the "naughty boy" in the class, and the title of "King of Trick and Treat" really suits him. Teacher Wu glared at Li Hong and said, "I know everything. Let's talk about it tomorrow. The students continue to attend classes seriously. " Say that finish and left. On this day, I live in fear.

The next day, when there were ten minutes left in class, Mr. Wu said to the class, "Who stained the wall behind the classroom yesterday?" No one in the class spoke. Then, Mr. Wu walked up to Li Hong: "Li Hong, you should have done it on purpose, right?" The teacher also emphasized the word "intentional". Li Hong stood up, glared at the teacher angrily and shouted, "I didn't!" " "If you do something wrong, you must dare to take responsibility. Usually, I'm not serious in class, and I talk loudly to the teacher. If you do this again, I'll call your father. Li Hong pursed her lips and lowered her head. The teacher left, too. At this time, I am like fifteen buckets to draw water-seven up and eight down. It seems that two little people are quarreling in their hearts. One is to say, "admit it." The other party immediately retorted: "Anyway, no one saw it, nor did the teachers and classmates." The man said quickly, "If you do something wrong, you must be brave enough to admit it. If you don't admit it, you are lying. Look, how miserable Li Hong is! How unfair! "Little people's words caused the vibration and echo in your heart, right! I should admit to the teacher. I strode to the teacher's office. In the office, I told the teacher what happened in detail and admitted my mistake. Teacher Wu's expression changed from calm and serious to surprise and nod. After a long time, she came to her senses and asked, "It's really you, isn't it Li Hong? Then why don't you admit it? " "I'm afraid. "Teacher Wu's face softened and said," Well, since you have the courage to admit it, you didn't mean it. We can't do this next time. Call Li Hong, the teacher is wrong about him. " "good!" I feel much better, so I ran to the classroom. ...

The afternoon after the ink was spilled on the book, the whole class was doing their own thing during the self-study class. Some are desperately doing their homework, some are reading with relish, and some are whispering to their friends while drawing: "I draw well!" " "

Suddenly, a click broke the calm, and several curious students threw down their pens and ran quickly to Yang X's desk, where the incident happened. It turned out that his ink spilled, painted the clean floor with a layer of blue, and the bottle was broken. The class is full of people, and more and more people are watching. Some annoying classmates shouted: "Ha! Come on! The school Mo Chi has not been repaired, but there is a small Mo Chi! " Some people shouted, "Oh, my God! Yang X. . . . . "Looking at Yang X again, I seem to be crying. I know that a kind classmate rushed to the podium, grabbed the rag, dipped it in water, twisted it, and handed it to Yang X with both hands. Yang X refreshed himself and wiped with our classmates. After wiping for a while, the ink still made faces at the students. At this time, Miss Li wiped it with a rag. As soon as the teacher came to power, the "ink soldiers" were wiped out! Yang X sighed for a long time and I heard someone whisper, "What a great unity!"

Yes! As long as Qi Xin works together, no difficulty can stop us!

Writing calligraphy is my biggest hobby after I spilled ink on books, because there are few people who write well in calligraphy at all times and in all countries.

My ideal is to be a calligrapher in the future. Why am I fascinated by calligraphy? Of course you don't know.

Let me tell you slowly! It was when I was in kindergarten. One day, my father took me to the school gate to play. There is a big writing desk in front of a small shop selling calligraphy and painting at the entrance of the academy.

There is a white-bearded grandfather who is dipping in thick ink, waving a large pen and writing calligraphy on a big piece of paper. There are many people around him.

Dad and I joined in to watch the fun. I finally squeezed into grandpa's side, saw several big characters written by grandpa, and inexplicably asked my father, "What is this?" Why don't I know? "Dad said," Grandpa wrote four big characters:' read widely', because he wrote' Yan Ti' calligraphy, so you can't understand it. "

I nodded my head. At this moment, my grandfather, who was writing, stopped writing, touched my head and said with a smile, "Little friend, do you also want to learn calligraphy?" I said, "I want to learn!" Grandpa said, "Then let your father sign up for a calligraphy class and study hard. As long as you work hard, you will definitely learn well. "

In this way, my father enrolled me in a calligraphy class at the Beilin Children's Palace at the east end of the college gate. From then on, every holiday and Sunday, my mother took me to learn calligraphy, all year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter, without interruption.

I study hard in the calligraphy class and am often praised by the teacher. When I got home, I kept practicing calligraphy and found time to write a few big characters every day.

My calligraphy is getting better and better, and I will win a prize every time I participate in a children's calligraphy competition. In the past few years, I have won more than 20 merit awards, gold awards and special gold awards, as well as a diamond award.

He also won the honorary title of "Art Special Student". This summer, I saw the old man at the gate of the academy again.

With grandpa's encouragement, I picked up a brush and wrote the word "perseverance", which was praised by grandpa and many people around me. Grandpa told me: "you should not only write well, but also study hard." You should not only be a calligrapher, but also a scientist and writer! " "Grandpa said," son, the word "perseverance" will make you benefit for life.

Study hard and persevere, and you will succeed. On the way home, I pondered my grandfather's words and set myself a higher goal ... Chapter II: Practicing calligraphy I taught myself calligraphy at home today.

Although my handwriting is not very good now, there are still some highlights. For example, my word size has never been different. Although the "appearance" is a bit ugly, the "figure" is very uniform.

I found that my handwriting is slowly improving, and each one is more correct, clearer and more beautiful. I want Rainbow Li Xing, the "little calligrapher" in our class, to write a good hand and not disappoint the teacher.

Chapter 3: During the summer vacation, my parents sent me to the culture and art training center to learn painting in the morning and calligraphy in the afternoon. Actually, I studied calligraphy in kindergarten, but I haven't practiced it for a long time. It's a little strange to pick up the pen, but it'll just take a while to write. The teacher told me what to write today, and then wrote it for me again. In this way, I wrote it naturally.

When I was in the second grade, my calligraphy was average, but through practicing calligraphy in the summer vacation, by the third grade, my calligraphy was already one of the best in my class. Ah! It turns out that practicing calligraphy has such great benefits. I will practice my handwriting well in the future and try to get the highest score in the next school writing competition! At the beginning of school, I still remember the scene of practicing calligraphy in the cultural and artistic training center. I remember that time, I wore a white dress and practiced calligraphy in the culture and art training center.

I accidentally dropped the ink on the clothes, and a small black spot appeared on the white clothes. I'm in a hurry, but the ink on my clothes is hard to wash off! I have to wear my mother out at night! Just when I was in a hurry, the teacher came over with several bottles of different colors of paint and let me pass. I saw the teacher holding an oil painting pen, drawing some grass and a few small wild flowers on my clothes, and a dancing butterfly, which was soon covered with black spots. But I'm more worried. Isn't it harder to wash? The teacher said, "This pigment is called overjoyed."

The students all looked at the photos on my clothes with envy ... Chapter IV: One day during the summer vacation, Xiao Gang got up. I ran to the study to practice calligraphy.

His back is straight, with paper in his left hand and a writing brush in his right, and he is absorbed in practicing calligraphy. Although he is not a great calligrapher, he practices like one.

He writes as straight as a pen in every horizontal and vertical direction. When Xiaogang was about to turn the corner, he took it with a flick.

However, Xiaogang practiced a brush stroke in a column of incense. When he picked it up and appreciated it, he found that some words were written in a mess.

He decided to practice calligraphy again. He practiced his second calligraphy seriously.

Sure enough, Xiao Gang soon finished practicing the second calligraphy. He thought this calligraphy was well practiced, so he showed it to his mother, who said, "Xiao Gang, your handwriting is getting faster and faster."

Xiao Gang said, "Thank you." I want to say to Xiaogang, "You like practicing calligraphy so much. I hope you can be a great calligrapher in the future.

"One day in the summer vacation, Xiao Gang got up. I ran to the study to practice calligraphy.

His back is straight, with paper in his left hand and a writing brush in his right, and he is absorbed in practicing calligraphy. Although he is not a great calligrapher, he practices like one.

He writes as straight as a pen in every horizontal and vertical direction. When Xiaogang was about to turn the corner, he took it with a flick.

However, Xiaogang practiced a brush stroke in a column of incense. When he picked it up and appreciated it, he found that some words were written in a mess.

He decided to practice calligraphy again. He practiced his second calligraphy seriously.

Sure enough, Xiao Gang soon finished practicing the second calligraphy. He thought this calligraphy was well practiced, so he showed it to his mother, who said, "Xiao Gang, your handwriting is getting faster and faster."

Xiao Gang said, "Thank you." I want to say to Xiaogang, "You like practicing calligraphy so much. I hope you can be a great calligrapher in the future.

"the article.

Something happened in the class. One day, in Chinese class, our group lost when answering questions for Hongqi.

After class, Zhang Chi got angry and threw his pen on the floor. He didn't expect that the pen broke on the ground, and the ink splashed on the ground and walls, dirtying the walls of our carefully-managed classroom. My eyes are black and my heart is very uncomfortable.

I really want to punch Zhang Chi in the stomach, or punch him in the face and nose. Some people will ask, "Why did you hit him?" I was furious because he made our classroom dirty and destroyed our learning environment.

However, my hands don't listen to orders and tell me to relax.

The teacher's words rang in my ear again: "We can't quarrel over a trifle. Whenever students fight, it is wrong. "

After a while, I calmed down. I walked over, and Zhang Chi lowered his head and said to me, "Will you and Su Jianjun help me clean the wall at noon today?" I said; "Ok, I'll ask Su Jianjun if he agrees?" Su Jianjun came up and said, "Why?" "Help him clean the ink on the wall at noon today."

I said. Su Jianjun went on to say, "Ask for leave from the teacher if you don't rest at noon."

After lunch, the three of us went to ask Teacher Shi, "Teacher Shi, can we go to the classroom to protect the environment?" At this time, the teacher said, "Go." When we came to the classroom, Su Jianjun and I took out our knives, looked at the ink on the wall and carefully scraped it clean.

After cleaning the stains on the wall, I said, "Let's clean the floor again." We all agreed.

It's almost over, our faces are full of smiles. When Su Jianjun was tired, he cocked his head and went on working. I said take a break, and he said, let's talk about it later.

I thought, "Zhang Chi shouldn't throw his beloved pen on the ground, and I shouldn't lose my temper. How terrible! Let's keep this in mind. " We finally cleaned up the ink on the wall and the ground before class.

The classroom is as clean as before.

6. Composition wailing wall Encyclopedia [wailing wall Composition]

One day, a worker painted me clean and the wall cried to write a composition. But not long after, someone soiled me. Let me tell you my story. One day, a child came up and I thought: Will there be any pictures on my white clothes? At this time, the child took out an oily pen from his pocket and scribbled on my clothes. At this time, his oily pen could not write lines, so he took out the refill and threw it on my clothes. "Wow" ink gushed out, making me covered in ink, and my white clothes turned black. I am really angry. I really want to teach it a lesson. The wall can't move. The children left quietly for fear of being seen. After a while, I gave one to the child, only to find that his hand was full of ink. He looked around and found that there was no toilet paper, so he turned to me, wiped his hands on me and left. A little boy happened to walk in front of him. He walked six meters away from me with a football in his hand and put it away. Oh, well played! There is a mark of the year of the ball on my clothes. When the boy saw someone coming, he quickly picked up the ball and ran away. Now people don't care about public property at all. They don't like public property for those children just now, and they hurt me. I really hope you can take care of our wall!