Bijingling fairy tale composition

My little cute pen I have a dark black pen, which my mother gave me on my ninth birthday. It looks great. When it stands up, it looks like a general in black armor. It has been with me for more than two years, and I like it deeply. You may wonder, what is there to like about a pen? Just write a few words! If you think so; That would be a big mistake, it has a great role to play! My parents go out to work every day and always go out early and come back late, which often makes me feel lonely. But it hasn't been the same since I had it. Whenever I am happy, it smiles happily around me and is happy with me; Whenever I am sad, there is no smile on its face. Help me share my worries. Whenever I am lonely, it will sit beside me and chat with me, helping me turn loneliness into joy. In this way, it became my only and most loyal confidant. Once, I was doing my homework at home. Somehow, my handwriting was extremely ugly that day. Every time I write an ugly word, I get more angry, so I can't write my homework calmly. Every word is uglier than every word. In the end, I didn't even know what I was writing. I was so angry that I really wanted to cry. This is the land, and my beloved pen seems to have noticed the sadness in my heart, quickly jumped into the pencil case and said to me loudly, "Little master, don't be sad;" You can't calm down and do your homework like this. It's no use writing it a hundred times! Tell you what, you throw away what you just wrote and rewrite it. Only in this way can you completely eliminate your anger and do your homework. "Hearing this, feel reasonable, just calm down and write carefully. Unexpectedly, I really write better and better. " Why, I said. Don't be angry at the poor writing just now, and don't be proud of the good writing just now. "It said proudly. I smiled and picked up the pen, looking left and right, and I liked it more and more. Another time, when I was practicing calligraphy at home, I suddenly heard my friend downstairs call me to play. When I heard this, I jumped eight feet high and watched the handwriting practice. But just walked to the door, suddenly heard the pencil case rang. I am puzzled, go and open the pencil box. Suddenly, the pen jumped up and said angrily to me, "You know how to play when you play, but you can't practice calligraphy. How could you do that? "Look, Brother Brush is crying!" Hearing this, I felt extremely ashamed, and my face rose as red as a red fruit. I quickly apologized to the writing brush and began to practice writing seriously. How's it going? My pen power is not small! He is still my good friend! Sharing happiness with friends will double happiness; Sharing sorrow with friends is only half the sorrow. Even the above article is its credit! I like my friend's pen so much! 0