That pen composition 1 Whenever I see that pen, my thoughts can't help but go back to that day.
On that day, the weather was fine, the flowers were smiling, the grass was full of vitality and covered with green robes; Father Sun swept the warm sunshine to every corner. But my heart is heavy. Why? Just now, I was sorting out my schoolbag. My deskmate Lu Qingjie asked me, "Chen Jiahui, do you have an extra pen?" "No." I answered her coldly. But there are extra pens in my pencil box, but Lu Qingjie is a "Hercules". When writing, she accidentally pushed too hard and split the tip of the pen. I often ask me to borrow my pen. I'm used to this kind of thing, but last time she broke my beloved pen, I vowed never to borrow her pen again. But I think she often lends me to help me solve difficult problems. I always feel guilty and heavy in my heart.
Unexpectedly, the teacher gave me a "surprise" the next day, which made me panic and quickly reviewed the "precious" Chinese book. But the teacher said, "put away the Chinese books, and the papers will be distributed!" " "I have to reluctantly accept China people.
"Start the exam!" I read the newspaper, yes! It's that simple! God help me! But it didn't last long. I'm halfway through my composition. When I took the tape to remove the typo, the pen rolled around the table without permission. "ah! No, I dropped my pen. " I picked it up and looked, ah! The pen is broken. I'm like an ant on hot bricks-running around. I have no choice but to ask my deskmate for help. I remember my unfriendly behavior towards her yesterday, so I want to give up. But she was ready to help others, so I got up the courage and whispered to Lu Qingjie, "Lu Qingjie, my pen is broken." Can you lend me one? " But she bowed her head and answered the question. So I repeated what I just said loudly. She looked up at the broken pen in my hand, then quickly took out a brand-new pen from the pencil case and handed it to me. I successfully finished my composition with a pen.
After the exam, I quickly thanked her. She said to me, "Never mind, deskmates should help each other!" " "Then, I also said some unfriendly behavior yesterday, but she said," Never mind, I am a Hercules! "By the way, I broke one of your pens last time. Here you are! "
When I got home, I put this pen in my memory forever.
That pen composition 2 Maybe the past events of my childhood made me remember deeply, and some of them made me forget gradually, but only that pen was related to me.
When I was in primary school, my mother bought me many pencils. I protect them carefully every day and love them very much. But once I passed a cultural and sports shop and saw a pink pen, so I went into the cultural and sports shop, picked up the pen and bought it. But I haven't used it yet, but I really want to buy it. Finally, I quietly put it down, walked out of the store and looked back from time to time. I happened to meet my mother who bought food and went home with her.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I entered the third grade. A few days after school starts, it's my birthday. My family carefully prepared my birthday. I had a series of surprises when I came home from school. Then we eat cakes and play games. Finally, it's time to give gifts. This is what I am looking forward to most. My grandmother gave me a black hairpin and my grandfather gave me one. My mother said, "I went home to buy food that day, and I saw that you couldn't put it down for the pink pen in the cultural and sports shop, so I bought it." After my mother finished, I burst into tears and was too excited to express in words. I went up and hugged my mother tightly, holding a pen in my hand all the time. That night was the most unforgettable night of my life. I don't have much expression, but I'm already in tears.
Now, five years later, I will never lend that pen to others again. Although I have been "tattered", it is still so comfortable and brand-new in my eyes. It not only contains my love for the pen, but also carries my mother's love for me. Perhaps that pen is the thing that can remember my childhood best.
The beauty of my childhood is beyond description, but the person I love is the best memory in my heart, just like that pen, which has formed an indissoluble bond with me. Maybe this is love!
There is a beautiful kitten in my home. Mention it, and you will definitely think of its naughty appearance. However, my "kitten" can't move or bark. You must want to know, what is this? It's actually a pen.
This "kitten" has a pair of bright green eyes embedded in its round face, as if staring at its prey. It is dressed in black and has a shiny necklace around its neck. It's not true, but it's more beautiful than true.
Let's see what's inside. Loosen its waist and its belly will come out. I am so happy to write with "kitten". This "kitten" never eats fish or shrimp, only drinks ink. Sometimes it's written, and I can't write a word. I unscrewed it and saw, oh, there is no "food" in its stomach!
I'll tell you another secret. This "kitten" pen also has a lamp, which is on the pen cover. Speaking of lights, I'm sure you'll wonder where the switch is. Then I'll tell you. This switch is amazing! As long as you put your hand in front of the light, it will come on. It turned out to be induction.
Dad bought me a "kitten" at the beginning of school, and now it has been with me for a year. He works tirelessly for me all day, but he never loses his temper. Whenever I write with it, I will be very happy.
This "kitten" pen taught me a lot of knowledge. I think even if I have a new pen, I won't lose it because I have a strong feeling for it. I really like this kitten pen.
I had three children at home when I was 4 years old. In order to make a living, parents decided to entrust our brother and sister to grandparents. It was difficult to see my parents at that time.
One thing I still remember is something that happened between my brother and grandpa. That day, under the scorching sun, my brother suddenly told my grandfather that his newly bought pink pen was missing. Naive, I never thought my grandfather would point the finger at me. How can a seven or eight-year-old girl understand the concept of "stealing"? Grandpa began to ask me if I had my brother's pen. I wonder why it's me. So grandpa launched a big search operation, shaking my schoolbag completely, and a smart and exquisite pink pen was exposed in front of my brother and grandpa. Suddenly, Grandpa's face changed greatly, and his face turned red, just like the Japanese devils in Shirakawa tunnel warfare in The Journey to the West, which made people feel terrible. I feel bad and weak. He pleaded, "I didn't take it." Grandpa didn't listen to my excuse. She cursed the sickle in the corner, waved it at my fleshy ass and threatened to kidnap me. How can a little girl stand the abuse of a tall and strong man in her forties? What hurts me the most at this time is not my ass that has been abused by a sickle, but my heart has been seriously traumatized. Only I know that I bought the pink pen in my schoolbag. I was envious when I saw that my brother had a particularly beautiful pen. I secretly liked it for a long time before I made up my mind to buy one. Now I am in trouble because of my blessing, and what I like has brought disaster to myself.
A few days later, my brother's pink pen appeared. It is said that it was left at home because of improper storage. My brother's pen was found, but there was no way to heal my inner wounds. Two years later, there is always a knot in my heart that has not been opened.
I have many pens, yellow, green and flowered, among which my favorite is Dong Xin's borrowing my pen.
It was a sunny morning and I walked to school with light steps. At school, I sat down in my seat and reached for my schoolbag, math book, Chinese book, water bottle and spare red scarf … but I didn't have a pencil case. "ah! No! " I patted my head. It turns out that I left my pencil case on the table when I was sorting out my schoolbag yesterday. My mood now is like a thunderstorm, furious, sad and angry, and I don't know what to do. At this moment, my lucky goddess "Athena" came!
Dong Xin said to me, "Chen Shaoan, do you have any difficulties?" "Yes, Dong Xin, can you lend me a pen?" "Yes!"
Suddenly my mood seemed to be melted by the sun, and only Dong Xin took out a pen from his pencil case and handed it to me. Dong Xin left, and I picked up a pen, as if I had found something more precious than gold, silver and jewelry. Yes, it is-friendship!