So dirty, who is so heartless! Look at the wooden chair. There are many pigments on one side, and many colors overlap and turn black. How dirty! I am a chair, not a drawing paper! The wooden chair is very angry. There are many tiny cracks in the dark brown wooden chair, and yellowish wood powder is exposed in the cracks in the wooden chair. Many cracks were drawn by hateful and immoral human beings, and the khaki wood powder was painted in another color, which was really dazzling! Various colors are mixed on the surface of the chair.

Not far away, a male classmate looked around with his head down and slowly picked it up. A short green Chinese pencil beside him quickly moved to the wooden chair. What are you doing? ! The wooden chair is confused. Suddenly, the male classmate rubbed the pencil on the wooden chair a few times, and the green paint was rubbed off and fell on the wooden chair. Alas! I have another color. Wood sighed. The black lead core goes up and down on several light pigments on the surface of the wooden chair. After a while, the black lead core drew several lines on the varnish. Black stands out among light pigments. Wooden chairs are more flowery. This is indeed an art class, but I'm not drawing paper, and I'm not here to beautify me today! The wooden chair stared at the male classmate, but the male classmate turned away, even if he turned around, he couldn't understand the expression of the wooden chair. The more I think about wooden chairs, the angrier I get. I really want to jump up and leave that male classmate. But after sitting for so long, his four legs were numb and he couldn't move. That male classmate has been looking around. Definitely guilty! As if afraid of being scolded by the teacher, the male classmate picked up a small gray eraser in his left hand and rubbed it up and down on the wooden chair. The wooden chair felt itchy and numb in the stomach, and after a while it was dull pain. Pencil lead painted black, turned gray after being painted. The classmate thought he could get away with it, so he put away his eraser and began to sketch.

Why did you put me in the art classroom? Just because I'm dirty, broken and old! This is not what you humans did to me! Why! A tear fell on the surface of the chair, and the colorful pigments were melted away. ...