1. Primary school essay "My Pen", 300 words
I have a beloved pen, which is very useful. It can be used for writing, writing articles, and drawing... My The pen is made of iron. It is about 15 centimeters long. Its shell is white and has a little bear painted on it. This little bear looks very cute and funny, as if it is saying to me: "You You must take care of this pen when you use it, and don't throw it away or write randomly, otherwise it will damage your pen." The little bear also hugged a heart pillow, and there were many shoes, English letters, Hearts, snowflakes, butterflies... are very beautiful. There is a small clip on the pen cover, which can be stuck on the body and carried with you. It is very convenient. In our daily life, most people can't live without pens. It's better to say: Uncle My aunt uses it for her office work, students use it for practicing pen calligraphy, etc. This is my beloved pen. 2. "I am a Little Pushman" essay about a pen
My pen
In the new semester, my father gave me a pen. The pen is very beautiful in appearance, wearing a resplendent coat with a pattern of dragons and phoenixes on their heads. The expressions of the dragon and phoenix were lifelike. As I watched them, I felt as if the dragon and phoenix were suddenly going to fly out. There is a golden hat on the head of the pen, and there is a sparkling gemstone on the top of the hat. There is a clip on the side of the hat. You can clip it to a book or clip it to your chest. In this way, the pen will not be lost easily. Take off your coat. There is a small tube inside the pen. It can eat ink. When it is full, it can start working. I also specially prepared three kinds of red, blue and black for it. Color ink, let it change the taste often! But every time I change the color of it, I will give it a bath. Otherwise, the different colors will be confused and the handwriting will not be beautiful. Ever since my father gave me this pen, I have really enjoyed writing, and my teacher often praised me for my good handwriting. I often won places in hard-pen calligraphy competitions organized by the school. I think this is all due to this pen. I remember that every time when I was tired from my homework, I would look at this pen and it would seem to encourage me: "Little master, keep working hard, it will be done soon!" Then I would be more energetic. Keep doing your homework. The pen has become a good helper for me to study! I like my pen, I want to take good care of it! 3. A 400-word essay introducing the pen (use the first person pronoun "I")
I am a pen, wearing a small yellow hat and a pink and blue dress. I look small and exquisite. , loved by everyone. Many people tried their best to buy me, but because I was very valuable and exquisite, others could only covet me.
A month ago, I was bought by my little master from the small shop next to the school. When I first arrived at my little master's house, he loved me in every possible way and couldn't put it down. After finishing my homework, he would put a hat on me and put it neatly in the pencil box, letting me lie down and rest comfortably. Sometimes when he saw that my belly was flat, he carefully opened my dress and fed me ink to drink. He would not continue feeding me until I was so full that I couldn't hold it anymore, and he would often call me little darling. That time was my happiest and happiest time. No matter whether the little master is good at English or mathematics, he will take me with him wherever he goes, and he will never leave me and will always be obedient.
However, the good times did not last long. The little master’s love for me slowly dwindled and he even ignored me because the little master was obsessed with another mechanical pencil and took me away. Stand aside. Once, after the little master finished his homework, he skipped out to play without even putting on my hat. The ink in my stomach dried up and I was hungry all night. What's even more disgusting is that one time I accidentally slipped on the ground. When the little master saw it, he was indifferent and ignored me. He even glared at me fiercely and pretended to take the opportunity to step on me. Fortunately, the little master's mother saw it in time and was picked up. , saved a life. At this time, the little master only played with the mechanical pencil and completely ignored my feelings.
I am very angry and angry about my little master being fond of the new and hating the old. One morning, the little master and other classmates went to physical education class. When I saw no one around, I twisted my body, got out of the pencil box, and stretched my muscles. At this time, I saw pens placed on many tables. Most of these pens were either rusty or dirty. It seemed that they had been abused by their owners and had fallen out of favor. I suddenly felt a feeling of sympathy, so I mustered up the courage, jumped on the podium, and said loudly: "I guess we are all the beauties of the pen family! But now we are in this situation, it is because the master does not cherish us For their sake, we must fight and let them receive the severest punishment!" Other pens raised their heads and agreed.
Just as everyone was discussing it incessantly, they suddenly heard a faint sound of gunshot coming from the side of the trash can. Everyone looked there in unison and saw a gun all over their body. The rusty pen lay there, and we hurriedly lifted it to the podium. It was dying and said: "I... was originally the most beautiful pen in the pen family. Since it was bought by that person, I... ..." It couldn't control it anymore and cried loudly.
We comforted it at a loss, and at the same time fell into deep thought: If our master made me like this and threw it everywhere, wouldn't it be a terrible end? Finally, everyone decided to let everyone write in their own little master notebooks: "Care for stationery as you care for flowers and plants." They also drew a big exclamation mark and added the sentence "No matter what it is, you must do your best." Love, especially nature!”
After class, the students felt deeply guilty and guilty after seeing these words, and felt that their previous actions were indeed wrong. After repenting, the students slowly changed their usual bad habits, disliked the new and disliked the old, stopped throwing things away, saved money, and became more environmentally friendly. 4. Fairy Tale Composition Me and My Little Pen
My little cutie - pen I have a dark black pen, which was a gift from my mother on my ninth birthday.
It looks majestic. When it stands up, it looks like a general wearing black armor. It has been with me for more than two years and I have fallen in love with it.
You may be confused, what is there to like about a pen, other than just writing a few words! If you think so, you are totally wrong. It is very useful! My parents have to go out to work every day and always leave early and come back late, which makes me often feel lonely. But it's been different since I got it.
Whenever I am happy, it smiles happily beside me and is happy with me; whenever I am sad, its face does not have the same smile as before, helping me share my worries. Whenever I am lonely, it sits beside me and chats with me, helping me turn my loneliness into joy.
In this way, it became my only most loyal confidant. Once, I was doing homework at home, but for some reason that day, my handwriting was extremely ugly.
Every time I write an ugly word, I feel a little more angry. In this way, I can't write my homework calmly, and every word becomes uglier. At the end of writing, I didn’t even know what I was writing. I was so angry that I really wanted to cry.
This is where my beloved pen seems to have noticed the sadness in my heart. It quickly jumped on the pencil case and said loudly to me: "Little master, don't be sad; you can't calm down to write like this." It’s useless to write your homework a hundred times! Just throw away what you just wrote and write it again. Only in this way can you completely eliminate your anger and do your homework well.”
After listening to it, I thought it made sense, so I calmed down and started writing seriously. Unexpectedly, the more I wrote, the better I got.
"How about it, let me tell you. Don't be angry because you wrote poorly just now, and don't be proud because you wrote well just now."
It said proudly. I picked up the pen with a smile, looked left and right, and liked it more and more.
Another time, I was practicing calligraphy at home, and suddenly I heard my friends downstairs calling me to play. When I heard this, I jumped eight feet high and looked away from my calligraphy practice. But when I just walked to the door, I suddenly heard the pencil box jingling.
I was confused and hurriedly opened the pencil box. Suddenly, the pen jumped up and said angrily to me: "Play, you know how to play, and you don't practice calligraphy anymore. How can you do this? Look, Brother Mobi is crying!" I listened. , I felt extremely ashamed, and my face suddenly turned red like a red fruit. I quickly apologized to the brush and began to practice calligraphy seriously.
How about it? My pen skills are quite good! It is still my good friend now! Sharing happiness with friends brings twice the happiness; sharing sorrows with friends only brings half the sorrow. Even the above article is due to it! I love my friend pen so much! 0. 5. My fountain pen essay is 600 words
I will give you a few articles for reference and revise them yourself 1 I have a beloved fountain pen, which my mother gave me on my birthday. It has been with me for a year. Time has passed.
It has no gorgeous appearance and is simple and unpretentious. It only wears a black dress and can write by opening the pen cap. Until now, the words it writes are still clear because it can be used many times. I rarely use it and stroke its black body every time I see it.
It is made of iron. It feels cool to the touch in winter. It is a bit heavy and feels heavy when you pick it up. It will sparkle under the sunlight and complement the sun. It is beautiful. Awesome. I once painted a picture with it.
I use it to draw bamboos to remind myself to be disciplined; I use it to draw grass so that I can learn the tenacious spirit of grass; I use it to draw trees to make myself look like The tree is so silently dedicated; I use it to draw... Although it is not as good as watercolor brush, I still like to use this simple and unpretentious brush to draw, because from it, I can taste the charm of ancient Chinese culture. I also like it to practice calligraphy, because it contributes as much ink to me as there is in its belly, and it is never stingy.
My handwriting is very beautiful and I am often praised by my mother.
My fountain pen, isn’t your unpretentious and consistent quality what we want to learn from? 2 Me and the pen I have a pen, which my mother gave me on my birthday. I like it very much! It is made of iron. It has a red penholder and a white cover. It looks like a beautiful girl wearing a red dress. It looks very beautiful and delicate. There is a switch on the head of the pen. When you press it, wonderful music will sound. , the rhythm of music fascinates me and makes me intoxicated, so I call it the singing music pen. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will let it sing to me and encourage me. It seems to tell me : Don’t give in when faced with difficulties. Difficulties are like springs. If you are strong, it will be weak. If you are weak, it will be strong. This pen is particularly fluent. I have several pens in my pen box, and I will use it first when doing homework. . Whenever I do homework, it will be the first to jump out and help me write a satisfactory homework. With this pen, my writing becomes more and more standardized and beautiful, 0 so I often get Praise from the teacher. I like this pen of mine more and more. But one day, because of my carelessness, I left the pen at home. When I came to school to do my homework, I couldn’t find it no matter how hard I looked for it, which made me cry. .I thought I lost my pen and could never find it again. I felt very uncomfortable losing this beloved pen. But when I got home, I found it again on my desk. I was surprised and happy at the time. I secretly thought that my beloved pen has finally come back to me. I will definitely protect it and never lose it again. Sometimes when I am studying, I also have the habit of being lazy and distracted, but when I see this pen At that time, I thought of my mother, as if my mother was urging me: kid, hurry up and do your homework, go to bed early, there are still classes tomorrow. So I quickly put my mind back and concentrated on my homework. With this pen, I The efficiency of writing homework has obviously improved. I love this pen of mine because it was given to me by my dear mother, and it entrusts my mother's ardent hope for me. I will say: "Mom, please don't worry, I will not let you down. I will cherish it, protect it, and make it a good partner in my study. I will study hard and grow up to be a useful person to society." 3 If you ask me what my favorite thing is Whatever it is, I will answer without hesitation: "That's my pen!" My pen is completely black and translucent, and it can even reflect the silhouette of a person.
It wears a huge "hat" to protect its head. It is also engraved with the "Hero" logo and the English letters "Made in China".
Take off the cap of the pen, and you will see a smooth head with a small pointed mouth embedded on it. Don’t underestimate this small mouth, it will spit out the ink in its belly. Draw smooth lines on the paper. He also wears a "hula hoop" on his upper body. Only with this "hula hoop" can he become so "slim".
Its belly has a very large capacity and can store a lot of ink in a plastic tube! There is a pull-out thing under the belly that can freely adjust the amount of ink. Its effect is great! When I need it, it will automatically take off its hat and slide its pointed mouth on the homework book, leaving neat lines of text.
Every time the teacher checks my homework and draws a little red flower for me, this is mostly due to it. For this reason, the glorious title of "little assistant" fell on its head.
One time, when I was doing my homework, the pen suddenly ran out of water. I threw it on the ground angrily and went to find ink. Looking back, I saw it was crying sadly.
My heart was suddenly turned over, and a strange feeling came over me. How could I treat my beloved pen like this? I quickly picked it up and wiped its dirt-covered body with a paper towel.
I thought the pen would be angry with me and ignore me. But when I picked it up and wrote on the paper, it was still working diligently and without complaint. At this moment, my heart is filled with guilt.
From then on, I took great care of my pen. Let it live in a warm and comfortable cabin.
Every time I see it, it seems to be saying to me: "Thank you!" Ah, my beloved pen, your pure heart infects me, and your tolerance spurs me on. You will Is my eternal role model! Hope to adopt it, O(∩_∩)OThank you. 6. Composition My Pen
[Composition My Pen] Today, I want to introduce a stationery-pen, Composition My Pen.
On Children’s Day, my mother bought me a pen. It was slender and long, like a beautiful little girl. It is wearing a pink dress. The skirt is made of iron. It is very beautiful. There are little rabbits on it, as if asking us if we are beautiful?
When I took off her hat, I saw its thin and pointed little head. When I took off her beautiful dress, I saw its snow-white belly, and then, I turned its head vertically towards the Next, I squeezed her belly, and its belly transformed into a dark blue belly. After writing for several days, my homework was full of stars. This time it made great contributions!
My pen is not only functional, but also naughty! Once again, I forgot to put a hat on it. It just wanted to take a look outside, so it jumped from the table and jumped down. Composition "My Pen" for the second grade of elementary school.
Its head was covered in blood and its mouth was split in half. Another time, I forgot to give it food, and he always shouted: I'm hungry, I'm hungry! But I am eating, how can I hear it? After eating, I went to do my homework and he went to sleep. He wouldn't eat even if I gave him something to eat. I really couldn't do anything about him.
I love this pen because it gives me good grades!
Second grade: *** Chen 7. My pen composition
The colorful summer vacation life is coming to an end. I have countless interesting things during the summer vacation, and there are even more gains during the summer vacation.
Let’s talk about pen calligraphy. I was a third-grade student when school started. In order to help us adapt to pens in advance, Teacher Cheng taught us how to write pen calligraphy. After hearing this, my heart felt as sweet as drinking honey. In the afternoon, I pestered my mother to buy me pens and ink. After I bought it, I was busy sucking ink and writing with pens. I spent the whole afternoon sucking ink and writing. I sucked ink and wrote... When my mother came back from get off work, she became furious when she saw me. It's all ink. My mother said angrily: "Stop messing around, let Teacher Cheng teach you how to use it!" Under Teacher Cheng's guidance, I quickly mastered holding a pen, sitting posture, writing and how to absorb ink. Now, my pen writing is great!
I also gained a lot in my composition during the summer vacation. In order to help me adapt to the transition from lower grade to middle grade, my mother enrolled me in a "composition tutoring class". The teacher in the tutoring class told me: "Composition is not difficult at all. The materials are all around us. It depends on who pays attention and observes carefully." The teacher led us to play games and write compositions at the same time. We learned to write essays unknowingly, and wonderful articles were produced in our writing. I think composition is not difficult at all.
Ah! Summer vacation life is really interesting. You can have fun and learn knowledge. I have gained so much from this summer vacation! 8. How to write my pen composition
There is a pen lying in my pencil case. This pen was bought when I was a child and I still use it to this day.
With a white pen cap and green clothes, he looks like a warrior or a hero.
Every day I shuttle between the lines, whether in class, after class, or at home, it is always unknown.
It is always work, and the work is not perfunctory. Instead of getting rid of things, I make my homework clean and tidy one stroke at a time.
And when its blood ran out, it plunged into the pen bottle,
drank the blue blood it desperately needed, and after drinking, it began to work in obscurity.
Once, I was doing homework. Although it was very small, it was very difficult. At this time, the pen came out of the pencil case
, took off his hat, jumped onto the notebook, and started writing stroke by stroke, shuttling between the lines.
Because of its help, I finished my homework quickly and very neatly. However, it does not ask for anything in return. It just takes a few sips from the pen water bottle and is satisfied, and then silently returns to the pencil case.
Pens actually get hurt sometimes. One time, I was doing homework, and I cooperated very well with it. When we encountered
problems, we worked together to solve them. Suddenly, my mother shouted: "It's time to eat!" I was startled. I loosened my hand and the pen fell to the ground. I picked it up and saw that the tip of the pen was broken, but it didn't speak. , I just took off my clothes, replaced the new pen tip with my help, and then started working again.
This is my pen. It is from the Hero brand, and it is truly a hero. In normal times, we write
clean homework; in the examination room, we work together to get good grades; and in school, we finish the homework together
Tasks assigned by the teacher.
It is my study partner and my good friend. 9. My fountain pen explanatory essay of 600 words
My fountain pen If you ask me what my favorite thing is, I will answer without hesitation: "That is my fountain pen!" My fountain pen is all over my body Black or translucent, you can make out human figures.
It wears a huge "hat" to protect its head. It is also engraved with the "Hero" logo and the English letters "Made in China".
Take off the cap of the pen, and you will see a smooth head with a small pointed mouth embedded on it. Don’t underestimate this small mouth, it will spit out the ink in its belly. Draw smooth lines on the paper. He also wears a "hula hoop" on his upper body. With this "hula hoop", he becomes so "slim".
Its belly has a very large capacity and can store a lot of ink in a plastic tube! There is a pull-out thing under the belly that can freely adjust the amount of ink. Its effect is great! When I need it, it will automatically take off its hat and use its pointed mouth to slide continuously on the homework book, leaving neat lines of text.
Every time the teacher checks my homework and draws a little red flower for me, this is mostly due to it.
For this reason, the glorious title of "little assistant" fell on its head.
Once, when I was doing my homework, the pen suddenly ran out of water. I threw it on the ground angrily and went to find ink. Looking back, I saw it was crying sadly.
My heart was suddenly turned over, and a strange feeling came over me. How could I treat my beloved pen like this? I quickly picked it up and wiped its dirt-covered body with a paper towel.
I thought the pen would be angry with me and ignore me, but when I picked it up to write on the paper, it was still diligent and hardworking. At this moment, my heart is filled with guilt.
From then on, I took great care of my pen. Let it live in a warm and comfortable cabin.
Every time I see it, it seems to be saying to me: "Thank you!" Ah, my beloved pen, your pure heart infects me, and your tolerance spurs me on. You will Is my eternal role model.