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The story of pen

The story of pen

The Story of Pen 1 Xiaohong has a beautiful pen and a bottle of black ink. They are inseparable friends. Xiaohong's pen is very beautiful: there are beautiful patterns on the cap and sleeve, like a little girl wearing a beautiful skirt; The pen cap is red, like a bright long braid on the little girl's head; The joint between the pen cover and the pen cap is a golden circle, which shines under the sunlight. It's beautiful!

Whenever Xiaohong writes beautiful words with a pen and others praise Xiaohong for his good writing, the pen is very happy, because it is all thanks to it! But every time Xiaohong needs to fill the pen with ink, and the ink stains its beautiful body, the pen is very angry, but there is nothing she can do. Over time, the pen's hatred for ink is getting deeper and deeper.

On this day, the ink stained the pen again, and the pen finally couldn't bear it. He said to the ink, "You bad thing, you blacken me every time. Really annoying! " "My lungs will explode after hearing this:" I have served you for so many years, and I have no regrets, but you don't thank me and even scold me! "When the pen heard this, it growled angrily," So I can't work without you? Go, stay away from me, as far as possible! " Hearing this, Mo gnashed her teeth and said, "Well, we'll see!" With that, he dropped his pen and hid.

When Xiaohong picked up the pen again and wanted to write, she found that the pen was out of water. I tried to fill up the ink, but I found it was gone. Xiaohong tried to write a few words, and the words written with a pen without ink were a few shallow traces. Xiaohong wanted to think. Without ink, pens are useless. She just threw it in the trash can.

Lying in the dirty trash can, the pen cried sadly. No matter how beautiful it is, it can't be separated from the help of ink. Only beautiful appearance can't serve the master, and the master will give up on himself.

The Story of the Pen 2 One day, the ink rushed to the pen house. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that today is not the birthday of the pen. So he hurried to the cake shop.

When he arrived at the cake shop, he was very excited. He saw many colorful cakes and said to the boss's pencil, "I want this and I want that." The ink made the pencil dizzy, so he quickly said, "Stop it, stop it, I'm going to faint." So, the ink bottle only bought a cake and was going to the pen house. Many stationery on the road envied his cake. A pencil box says, "The little cherry on it dances like an elf." A pencil sharpener said, "What is a small cherry? You all look carefully. The jam written on it is very beautiful, and it will definitely taste with relish. " Just as the ink bottle was triumphant, he tripped over a stone, and the cake inside was broken, which scared the ink bottle to scream. At this time, he saw a flower shop in front of him, so he bravely stood up and wiped away his tears. Soon, he asked, "Boss, how much does this rose cost?" "Five dollars" so he bought this flower and ran to the pen house. When he arrived at the pen house, he said shyly, "Sorry, pen, I can only buy this rose.". I am really sorry. " The pen said, "It doesn't matter, as long as we are happy."

So they held a happy birthday party.

The story of the pen for 3 nights, dead of night, huh? Why is there so much noise in Xiaoming's pencil box? It turned out to be the first time to fight for a pen.

First of all, the host, Miss Tugaiye, pretended to be on the stage and began to speak: "Ladies and gentlemen, the first pen competition conference begins now." As soon as the words were finished, the members in the pencil box gave warm applause. "Quiet, quiet" "Next, please welcome No.1, Mr. Pen from the blue team, Mr. Pen from the red team No.2, and finally, please welcome No.3, Mrs. Pen Cap from the green team! From now on, this is our first round of competition. Text collision, countdown to 30 seconds, go!

The first one said, "I am the most useful." Without me, I can't write or absorb ink. You are a pile of scrap metal, and you can't compare with me at all. " At this time, the pen cap and the pen container each inserted a sentence: "If it weren't for my pen container, you wouldn't know where it is." The cap of the pen says, "Without me, you will do it even if you suck ink." I'm still the most useful, he said, rolling his eyes. Although the pen cap can keep the ink from drying, the pen holder can press me to keep the ink from drying. I have three advantages. First, I can write beautiful words, second, only I can absorb and put ink, third, I can't call a pen without a pen, so I am more important than all of you. La la la! "You, you, you." The pen container ran away and the first pen meeting stopped.

The next day, the owner found that there was no pen container, so he threw the pen into the dustbin. Both the pen and the cap are very sad. At this time, the pen finally understood that they were indispensable, but it was too late.

The Story of the Pen 4 In the evening, the parts of the pen clattered and quarreled endlessly.

The nib shook its head and said, "I am the most useful." People always look at the nib before buying a pen, so I am the most useful. "

Hearing this, the rubber hose said unconvinced, "What's so great about you? If there is no ink in my stomach, you can't write it no matter how good you are? " The spring listened to the sound of the water pipe and quickly leaned in. "Where did your ink come from without me?" How to write? My contribution is still great. "Hearing this, the pen pursed its mouth." What's so great about you? Without me, people don't even have a place to hold pens, let alone write. "They are arguing, the paper is coming, and all the parts should be judged by Grandpa Paper to see who has made the greatest contribution. Well, as long as one of you can write, who contributes the most. Write with a pen tip, but you can't write it; Write with a rubber tube, but you can't write it; Write in spring, but you can't write it; Pen smiled, "I am still the best, watch me", but I still tried my best to write a word.

Grandpa Paper stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Now you know, in fact, everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages, but we can't just see our own advantages and ignore our own shortcomings, nor can we just see the shortcomings of others and not see the advantages of others." No matter what you do, you should look at it with a normal heart, so that you can succeed.

Once upon a time, a pencil and a pen were good friends. But once, my young master took part in a calligraphy competition. He wrote with a pencil and won the second place. Pencils are very proud of this. He often mocks the pen and often says, "Look, my master likes me so much and gets such good grades with me. These honors are all mine! Look at you, how pathetic you are. The young master has hardly touched you, haha! " Pen didn't refute, sadly bowed his head.

Time passed slowly, and the young master grew up and began to use a pen. Soon another calligraphy competition began, and this time superfine product chose a pen without hesitation. At the beginning of the game, the pen was a little nervous, and it could even hear its own heartbeat. But soon, the pen began to enjoy everything, jumping around on smooth paper, flying freely among flowers like a dancing butterfly. ...

Soon the written work was finished, all the students sat waiting for the comments of the judges and teachers, and the classroom suddenly became silent. When the judges saw the work of this pen, they were all shocked and amazed: "It's really well written!" Hearing this, the young master touched the pen and said, "It's all your credit!" " "The pen just smiled shyly. Back in the pencil box, the pen didn't show off everywhere like a pencil. Other friends praised the pen, but the pencil said unhappily, "What's the big deal? I am a great calligrapher! Don't believe me, we'll compete next time. "When the pen heard this, it earnestly said to everyone:" In fact, everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses, and his feet are short and his inches are long. As long as we give full play to our strengths and face up to our weaknesses, we will certainly become a useful person. The pencil hung its head in shame.

Later, pencils and pens became good friends again.

The Story of Pen 6 Since primary school, pens have been widely used in schools. I have been writing all these years. When asked to use a pen when copying books, I don't like shallow things like pencils and ballpoint pens very much.

Pens are rare now. Whether it's the inadvertent ink leakage when drawing ink or the white marks drawn on the paper by the stagnant pen tip, the guys who use ink have a little more bright and fresh breath than these weather-beaten old things. Pens, especially those antiques that cannot be separated from ink bottles, have almost faded into a symbol as a sustenance for students.

However, I still like this quiet old gentleman.

There is a big difference between writing with a pen and writing with a ballpoint pen or something. Although I can't write beautiful and gorgeous fonts, I can also feel a mysterious power from this vigorous and powerful pen and ink: it looks like willow leaves, morning dew, soldiers ... these are not written by ballpoint pens. Ink words are inflexible and inflexible, and the pen tip is smooth and thin. The words written are just a withered wooden stick, lifeless, like rusty machines, air-dried bones and soulless. Even if it is a sketch, it is impossible to have the character of ink and wash.

In today's society, it is really difficult to see men and women writing, and it is also difficult to see attractive handwriting. Perhaps the number of people who like pens will not decrease, but it is difficult to increase. With the rapid development of society, the appearance of gel pens, sketching pens and erasable pens will gradually replace pens that have been antiques for more than 200 years.

Perhaps, pens will appear as much as possible in the glass cabinets in the building and in the old wooden boxes at home. However, there are also some pens, portable ink bags, plastic pens, and various types of nib keep up with the world trend and can be used for painting.

If you get something new, you will leave the old behind. Just as the flowers fall and the fragrance stays, the departure of the old people will reverberate. Perhaps, this temporary parting will leave more memories, the echo will carry the world of a generation, and people's hopes will be expressed in laughter.

Story of Pen 7 In my pencil case, there are many pens, but ordinary pencils and elegant pens are my right-hand men. But they are not harmonious. ...

One day, they argued over a trivial matter, as if they thought their skills were infinite, while others were just a small piece of garbage in the garbage dump and useless. Together, they came to the front of your honor-the pencil case, and asked your honor to express his opinions. Adults said, "since you all think you have great skills, tell me about your great use!" " The pencil first argued, "I am the most useful to my master!" " When the owner paints, even with crayons and without pencils, crayons have only bright and rich colors, but they can't outline beautiful lines. "Just finished writing, the pen can't wait to make a sound:" My pen is much better than a simple and rough pencil. My noble background, expensive price, every shot is always outstanding. If you want to win a prize in the Master Calligraphy Competition, I have to take a master calligraphy class! "

The clever pencil case judge thought of a way to let the pen draw and the pencil take calligraphy lessons. As a result, the pencil wrote the words at sixes and sevens, without aesthetic feeling, and could not bear to look straight. The paintings drawn by pen drawing are even worse. You can't change it if you are wrong. It's ugly to draw horizontally and vertically. Adults said to them, "Look! Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, but you can't show off your strengths and laugh at others' weaknesses. You should face up to your weaknesses and learn from others' strengths with an open mind. Pencil and pen blushed and scrambled to apologize to each other. They all understood that the ruler has a strong point and the inch is short, and they have become inseparable friends since then.

The Story of Pen 8 I have two' hero' pens, which I bought by accident when I was in town. Because they are beautiful, I call them' treasures of the town box'.

My pen is like a couple. One of them is dressed in red and wearing a silver hat. The other is dressed in black and wearing a silvery white hat. Take off their hats, and there will be a copper nib. When unscrewed, the internal organs will be exposed, and there is a' stomach' inside.

My two pens are the king and queen in the pencil box. Ballpoint pens are Buddhist, generals are knives, of course, and the rest are soldiers. I heard them talking one night. I listened carefully to them talk about how to manage civilians well. The king spoke and said that we had no food recently. At this time, the ballpoint pen said that the young master's ink was running out and we had nothing to eat. The king said that you should go to collect grain quickly, and the ballpoint pen has gone. After a while, the ballpoint pen reported that it was not good and the enemy came. The knife said don't be afraid. I led a hundred thousand troops to battle.

On the battlefield, the knife fought bravely to kill the enemy, but the enemy was too strong. The sword was sacrificed, and there were 10 thousand troops. Finally, the enemy attacked the city and my two pens were sacrificed.

The Story of Pen 9 Pen and ink are good friends, but one day they quarreled because they lost the tennis doubles match: it's all your fault! Ink! If you hadn't knocked me down, we would have won! As soon as the voice of the pen falls, the ink spits saliva (ink) on the pen, and the pen draws on the ink! You can hear it from afar! Ah! Ha! The sound of quarrelling!

The next day, while the two of them were still sulking each other, a lovely elf appeared in the air. The elf said to them: unity can succeed. Then he disappeared. The pen and ink froze for a while, looked at each other and dispersed separately.

The final began, the pen ran to the front, and the ink rushed to catch the ball, to outdo each other. As a result, neither of them caught it, and the ball fell to the ground, so they played and played, and the score fell behind in the first half.

During the intermission, what the elf said echoed in their ears, and they looked at each other thoughtfully before they understood the meaning of the elf's words.

At the beginning of the second half, pen and ink kept taking turns to catch the ball, and pen and ink told pen and ink their killer! Ink keeps spraying water into the sky, forming a Mo Dou. The pen jumped off the fountain, so high that the top could hardly be seen. The pen turns the tip and shoots the ball! The final whistle sounded and won! Pen and ink embrace each other!

Pen and ink say to everyone: we must unite and cooperate to help each other and win-win!

The story of pen 10 One day, a red pen was ruthlessly abandoned in the "recyclable" trash can by the owner because it accidentally cut a big hole in his notebook. In this way, the story of the pen began.

The pen is crying in the trash can. At this moment, a strange voice came from the side: "Friend! Don't cry, save me first! "

"Who? Who is talking? " The pen trembled with fear.

"I am a pencil. I was crushed by a banana peel. I am almost crushed to death! " Cried the pencil.

Looking intently at the pen, I saw a pencil head sticking out from under the banana peel. The pen rushed at the pencil, and it was hard to save the pencil from the banana peel.

They told each other their experiences and listened to each other, so they became good friends.

Pen said: "I once helped my master write a good handwriting, won the first place in the whole school, and wrote a composition to be read in public, but I accidentally cut my master's notebook and was thrown away by my master." The pencil said, "I am old and can't draw. My master threw me away." I used to draw handwritten newspapers for the host, and I always posted handwritten newspapers on the wall for everyone to see. "

It turns out that everyone used to be so nice.

At this time, the garbage truck sends them to the recycling station, and the pens are painted, replaced, cleaned and dried, and sent to the supermarket; Pencils are lengthened, painted and sent to the supermarket. In this way, their former owners came to buy pens and pencils and took a fancy to them. In a short time, they returned to their former home, met their master again and worked for their master as before.

In this way, pens and pencils live with their owners again.

The story of the pen 1 1 There are two pens on the teacher's desk, one is a pencil and the other is a pen. Pencils have all kinds of beautiful patterns, but pens are all black.

Pencils often laugh at the ugliness of pens on the table, and the ink should be changed once or twice a week. "Don't you bother to change ink every time? Pen, man! Look at me, it's just a few cuts at most. " The pencil squinted at the pen and said, it's arrogant. "I don't bother, because my life should be like this. Changing ink is my basic principle. " The pen replied modestly.

"If the ink is gone, you are finished. At that time, the master will use me, hahahaha! " The pencil said happily. The pen humbly replied, "ink is infinite." If there is no owner, you can buy it again. If you sell out, the manufacturer will continue to produce, and you will not be used up by the owner. " We are all used to writing. Don't argue. What's the point of arguing? "

The pencil retorted loudly, "How can you compare with me? I feel ashamed to be with you. One day you will be thrown away by your master, but I am always here. " Pencils ignore pens.

As time goes on, pencils become shorter and shorter, but pens become more and more beautiful. Finally, one day, the pencil was cut off a little and could no longer be used. The shopkeeper is going to throw away the pencil. When I saw the pen, I asked my master for help: "Master, let the pencil accompany me." The pencil moved and said, "I'm sorry!" Pen pal, I was wrong before. Thank you for your company. I will live with you in the next life. "Finally, the pencil was discarded by the owner.

The Story of Pen 12 One day after school, Xiaohu found that his pen was missing. He was very anxious, because this pen was a gift from my father when I got good grades in the math contest organized by my school.

Tiger thought: This is my favorite pen, because every time I see it, I will think of my father's eyes of encouragement and expectation when he gave me a pen. This can't be lost! I have to find it. "The tiger thought of this, sat down and quietly recalled where he went today and where he would fall. Suddenly, Xiao Hu thought of an elective course this afternoon. Could he have accidentally left his pen in the classroom? The tiger quickly got up and rushed to the classroom, but he couldn't find it in the classroom for a long time. When the tiger was about to give up, his eyes lit up and he found something shiny in the corner behind the classroom. It was a pen.

The tiger thought, "Ha! I finally found it. " The tiger immediately went to pick it up and was disappointed to find that the pen was not his own. The tiger thought that the person who lost the pen must be very anxious, but he thought, "No one saw it anyway, just consider it his own!" " "I put my pen in my bag. The tiger picked up his schoolbag and was about to walk out of the school gate when he heard Xiaoyun, a classmate behind him. The tiger stopped and asked, "What's the matter? "Xiao Yun came running breathlessly and said breathlessly," Tiger, do you think this is your pen? The tiger looked at it and said happily, "This is mine." That's great. Where did you find it? "Xiao Yun said," It's on the way back to class in the course selection classroom. ""Thank you so much, Xiaoyun. " Xiaohu said. After that, the tiger hung his head shyly because he remembered the pen in his schoolbag. Compared with Xiaoyun, his behavior is really shameful.

The next morning, Xiaohu came to school early and sent the pen he found yesterday to the school's lost and found office, thinking that he would be a good student in the future.

The story of pen 13 One day, Xiaoming went to school, because it rained again that day, so Xiaoming took an umbrella.

When Xiao Ming arrived at school, he accidentally left his umbrella and pen on the playground. It is because of this that a short story came into being.

After school, Xiao Ming still forgot to bring his umbrella and pen, so they were abandoned by their master in this "wilderness".

"We are so lonely!" The umbrella says to the pen.

"Yes, I wonder if the master will come to see us the next day." The pen said.

So the two of them spent the night.

The next day, several children found them and took him to play games.

They had a good time, and before they knew it, at noon, their parents took their children home.

The umbrella said, "I feel so cold!" " "

When the umbrella was finished, the pen moved over and said to the umbrella, "Then it will be warmer if we stick together!" " "

Just as the words were finished, a strong wind blew and the umbrella flew there. The pen hugged the umbrella tightly and said, "We are flying!" " "

In this way, they flew higher and higher and finally flew out of the earth. Suddenly there was another gust of wind, and the umbrella looked so big. So the umbrella flew over and asked, "Who are you, please?"

"I am a spaceship. I can fly around the universe without hitting a meteorite. "

"Do you want to go for a ride? I can fly very fast! "

After that, he flew around, not to mention many pieces. The umbrella was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to say, "So fast! You messed up our hair. "

After that, the umbrella hung on a part of the spaceship and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go!"

Before he finished, the spaceship took off and they didn't respond to the umbrella.

From then on, they flew around together, and they felt that they were the happiest people in the world!

The Story of Pen 14 There is an arrogant pen and a modest and civilized pencil in my pencil box. The proud pen looks down on the pencil and often mocks him.

One night, while I was sleeping, I suddenly heard a quarrel coming from the pencil case. It turned out that the pen and pencil were quarrelling. They quarreled like fried beans. The pen let out a sneer from the throat. "Hum!" He glanced at the pencil disdainfully, shook his head and said haughtily, "You see how good my handwriting is, young master!" Look at you. You're all dirty and your handwriting is black. It's ugly! Mr. Rubber touched it lightly and you disappeared without a trace. And I have the longest life span and can be preserved forever! ""I'm not worthless. When a young master is not careful, it is easy to correct it. "The thin, tall pencil squinted, twisted its slender body quietly and replied haughtily." Shut up! "The pen flew into a rage and gnashed her teeth and said," How dare you compare with me? Just wait! "! In a few days, you will be cut short and thrown away, and I will stay here forever. I have got the favor of my young master ... "The pencil ignored him and worked hard as before.

One day, I was writing with a pen when I suddenly wrote a typo. The pen jumped about in a hurry. Pencil quickly invited Mr. Mo Sha to help the pen correct its mistakes in time. At this time, the pen bowed its head in shame and said to the pencil, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't make fun of you." His face turned red as he spoke, like a peeled watermelon. The pencil enthusiastically picked up the pen and said, "Good! It's good to know your mistakes and correct them! I forgive you! "

The Story of Pen 15 One night, the proud pen came out for a walk and met mechanical pencil. The proud pen said, "you old guy, what time is it?" I want to know what's your use? " Mechanical pencil said: "I have my own use, don't worry." The proud pen said, "I can write many good words, can you?" Mechanical pencil said, "I can, too, and I write better than you." The proud pen said, "Let's have a competition tomorrow night." Mechanical pencil said, "OK, it's a deal."

The next night, Pen and mechanical pencil came, and they let the pencil be the referee.

After they finished writing a word, the pencil looked at it and said, "It's a draw!" " "Later, the pen said," Then we'll see who writes more. "automatic pencil replied.

So, these two were written together. After a while, the pen ran out of water. Mechanical pencil wrote it again with a smile. The pen asked the ink bottle for help, sucked some and wrote again. Mechanical pencil ran out of lead, and the pen wrote it again with a smile. Mechanical pencil turned to the pencil box for help, took out one and put it in his body, and wrote it again.

In this way, the ink in the ink bottle was used up, the lead in the pencil box was used up, and neither mechanical pencil nor the pen could write. The pencil case said, "You all have your own uses. You shouldn't quarrel. Let's live in harmony in the future. " Mechanical pencil and pen both bowed their heads in shame.

From then on, they never quarreled again and lived happily together.