Eraser
"Ding Ding ................." The alarm bell pulled me back from my dream, and I lay in bed remembering my dream just now. In that world, I turned out to be an eraser, with a square body. When I walk, I can only swing from side to side, which looks awkward. I was walking on the street with an unknown destination, but somehow, I couldn't help walking towards a car. It turned out that there was a couple quarreling in that car, and the baby in his wife's arms was crying. I put my hand on the couple's head, and their faces immediately eased, and the baby changed from crying to laughing.
It turns out that my eraser can be of great use. I jumped with joy because of what I just did, but I found my hands were a little missing. Eraser is to correct the mistakes of others, but it sacrifices itself bit by bit.
........................ Unconsciously, I walked into a shopping mall, where people were coming and going, and I walked in curiously. At the stationery counter, the pigments and brushes that had been in tacit agreement were arguing about something. Only when I walked in, did I know that they were arguing about who was the more useful tool, and the argument was mixed with words of dissatisfaction with each other. I leaned forward and invited Uncle Pencil to help them make up. Once again, an unnecessary quarrel was settled.
Walking on the sidewalk, I accidentally slipped and my whole body fell on the ground, and I was "prostrated". A closer look revealed that a banana peel was thrown on the ground. I wiped it off with my foot and looked down at myself. It was already covered with black marks.
There were more and more spots in front of my tiny body.
Looking back on the dream just now, I think alone that there are more and more black stains in the present society, and people's requirements for themselves are getting lower and lower. If there is such an eraser in reality, it can help people correct their mistakes, then the society should be less bashful, and more laughter between people.
If this is only a hypothesis, but to make this imagination come true, we must work together to erase the stain and add a little color like erasers.
pen
I am a pen. On my birthday, my young master took my shop home. Among the boxes of pens, because of my slender body, bright appearance and particularly bright and dazzling, my young master picked me out from many pens at a glance.
I'm wearing a yellow coat. Take off my hat to reveal my pen. It's silver, sharp and long. Take off my pants and you can see the water absorber like a needle. This is the most important part of me. People often refer to learned people as: knowledgeable and full of ink. I am really full of ink! Is the most learned person!
People all over the world are using me to write articles, poems and calculations, and I have built a bridge for people to communicate. The young master uses me to do homework and composition every day? With my little master's more efforts, pen writing is getting better and better, and I won the first prize in the school calligraphy competition!
I have a big family. There are my grandfather with a brush, my brother with a ballpoint pen, my brother with a pencil, my sister with a flashy colored pen, and my sister with a chalk that is "broken to pieces", and I have countless aunts, uncles and uncles? My best friend is the magic pen, which is always by my side silently and helps me to correct my mistakes without any regrets.
I live in a pink palace called a pencil case. There are three floors in the palace. Brother Magic Pen and I live in the first floor. The young master is afraid that I will be uncomfortable lying there, so he puts a mattress under me, which is very soft. We are very happy to live here.
My wish is: Let Brother Magic Pen stop bearing it? My mistake, let the young master practice good handwriting, because handwriting is the first face of people.
Pencils
There are three pencils in the stationery store, which are red, yellow and green. The red one is me. The other two are my sisters, and the yellow pencil is my sister. The green pencil is my sister.
one day, our three sisters were bought by the same owner.
The owner is an engineer. After returning home, he gave the red pencil to his daughter, kept the yellow pencil for his own use, and put the green pencil in the pen container.
Engineers drew drawings with yellow pencils, and soon, the drawings "changed" into tall buildings. The engineer satisfactorily threw the yellow pencil used as a pencil tip into the dustbin.
The engineer's daughter got red flowers and red flags in her class with a red pencil. The young master had a holiday and proudly put the red pencil that was almost used up into the pen container.
in the evening, all the engineers were asleep.
The red pencil was awakened by the trembling sound of "Duo Duo Duo". At first glance, it turned out that the green pencil was shaking. He quickly asked, "What's the matter with you? Are you sick?" The green pencil cried and said, "How terrible! Little by little, the yellow pencil was smeared on the paper by the owner, and her life was coming to an end. Whoops. "After hearing the" crying "of the green pencil, the red pencil giggled and said," It's not terrible. It is in the use of the owner that we get a new life. What's the point of being a' pencil' if we're not used or working? Like a candle ... "The green pencil said," What makes you think so? I am gone, what life is there! "
At this time, it was dawn, and the engineers started to get up. The two pencils quickly closed their mouths.
Not long after, the red pencil also became a pencil tip and was thrown into the dustbin.
The green pencil is even more frightened.
Finally, the young master began to write new words and do math problems with a green pencil, and finished the clean and tidy homework page by page, and got a small red flower and a small red flag for the young master.
At this time, Green Pencil finally felt the meaning of her life. She remembered what Red Pencil had said to her and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that she can really get a new life in creation!"
Green pencil feels that her life is very meaningful, because although she sacrificed herself, she created a new life for others!
ruler
I am a ruler, so beautiful that my master can't put it down. However, one day after school, my master carelessly left me on the table. I was a ruler, so beautiful that my master couldn't put it down. However, one day after school, my master carelessly left me on the table. As the saying goes, "It never rains but it pours." A little boy suddenly ran over and touched the table, and I fell down at once. I thought: I am so beautiful, someone must come to pick me up. Finally, a student on duty found me. She said loudly, "Hey, here's a ruler." "What's with a ruler? Throw it away." He picked me up and threw me into a big bucket full of rubbish. It's getting late, but I haven't slept for a long time.
The next day, I found myself in a stinking pit. I found many stationery, a pencil case, a half eraser and a half pencil. I looked at it and suddenly heard a voice, "ruler, now the young master doesn't care about us more and more, and he always throws us away." "I heard that we are still treasures in the mountains." The pencil box chimed in. China is still a resource-poor country, and it is rarely distributed to everyone, so everyone should save resources.
here, on behalf of all stationery, I appeal to all young owners to know how to cherish and care for us.