There was a strange rustle from the tip of the pen. This was the second time I touched the pen three years later. Feel so kind, but also mixed with a bit sour.
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These days, I found my heart more and more irritable. I saw the outline of a pen in a trance. I waved impatiently, but I couldn't get rid of it. Pick up this pen again, my heart is filled with memories of the past and thinking about me now.
I use this pen to write this article. The rusty ink always reminds me. oh My friends who have been away for several years are still so kind and carefree. In this age when most people use the signature pen, the pen appears in the hands of a ninth grade student of mine. It seems that some of them are so untimely.
This impetuous era is like a gear full of rust, forced to continue to rotate. The convenient signature pen has already replaced the troublesome pen in the tense work, and the impatient people seem to have forgotten the quiet and leisure brought by the pen.
Learn to hold the pen again! It will make your dry heart grow up; it will make you create a world for yourself in this bustling city. Although it is not big, it can bring you gentle and beautiful breath. It does not need to whitewash can take you to the bamboo forest, to the stream, to the secluded orchid, let you enjoy the peace you want.
As long as a pen, do not need too much, with your favorite ink, outline belongs to the movement of the heart.
As long as a pen, can not be less, with your beautiful handwriting, tell can only tell little cloth bear secret.
As long as a pen, a pen that really belongs to you, write blue and black ink in your mind again, and cover up all kinds of signature pens.
As I am now, sitting at home, looking up are a few pigeons that have built nests under the eaves, drinking a cup of hand ground coffee and using a pen.
I have a silver gray pen, which my mother bought for me.
It's straight, it's thick, it's like a pipe. Its cap is a little bigger than the body of the pen. It looks like it's swollen. Under the light, its silver gray looks like it has just been painted. It has some places that are more shiny, like a piece of glass, which can be used as a mirror. If you put anything there, you can see a round and smooth replica. It is engraved with a rabbit, the rabbit closed his mouth, eyes blank, staring straight ahead, as if asking others to take it out to play.
This pen is very easy to write with. I use it to do my homework. When I use it to write, its tip slides happily on the paper, just like a ballet dancer. The words written in pen can't be erased, so I must write every word carefully. Sometimes, when it writes, there is no water, so I put the tip of its pen into the ink, and then pumped it hard. It's so fun to see its greedy water absorption like a hungry tiger.
When my mother just bought this pen, I didn't pay much attention to it. I put it aside because it was so common. Once when I was doing my homework, I wrote that all the gel pens were out of water. What should I do? Then I thought of the pen. It's been in the penholder since Shi came back. I didn't expect that when I filled it with water and started to write, it was so easy to use!
From this, I can understand a lot of truth. Appearance can't decide the quality of an object or all characters. It depends on its inner strength, not on its appearance. A pen of 600 words into the campus, yellow leaves floating, like a group of butterflies from the sky. Autumn leaves, like a group of butterflies dancing.
However, the classroom gives me a very different feeling. Into the classroom, I had to use a light look at it. Although this is Thursday, the day recorded in the fairy tale belongs to me, but it has not become a reality. Because 'fairy tales are full of lies'.
Helpless, I will gently pick up the pen, and gently put down. This pen is in the shape of a bridge, a rainbow disappearing. So a bridge collapsed like this, and it broke like this without a sound.
It's this pen that makes me think about an arc, a rainbow, a broken bridge. It's this pen that makes me think that when the goal is about to be completed, what is coming is always a complete failure. Therefore, I understand that when the goal is about to be completed, it does not mean that the goal has been completed. True friendship is not so easy to build.
Pen = power
I don't know why. I don't know what kind of motivation that is. A kind of light, cold, cold, childish, let me have a kind of inexplicable favor to the owner of the pen, that is the content of this page from "read. 4" HW.com.cn ”Push a spiritual power for you, but also a psychological pressure. He once promised that I would study hard and use all my energy to study. So I will also strive to move forward towards that goal, which is a distant goal - one in the selection.
In fact, this is not a fantasy, just a little vague. Because of the distant goal, I feel relaxed. Exhausted the spiritual power, because the pen gradually faded. Although I haven't forgotten my goal, I'm really exhausted and exhausted.
When the pen was thirsty, the ink was knocked over. A feeling of emptiness, heaviness, heaviness and coolness was in my hand. I find the pen is old, but it has only been used for a few days? Is the driving force leading me to my goal really gone? In doubt, I finally found the answer.
Because of the distant goal, I relaxed myself. So my knowledge is less, so it no longer argues with me, so it always goes to other people's ink bottle to satisfy hunger. Gradually, my ink bottle cracked, my motivation disappeared.
So I was depressed. A pen, a love, 2000 words that year, they are minors, the girl sitting next to the boy, tender face, showing a trace of human face. That year, the boy's greatest glory may be the girl beside him, but it makes the boy's heart full of happiness.
The gap time at night will always be accompanied by the miss of the girl, accompany the boy through one night after another, looking at the girl in the diary signed a sentence: life as if for the first time. The boy inexplicably fell in love with this sentence, inexplicably fell in love with this first taste. With missing, thinking of the girl's bit by bit, thinking of the girl's looking back smile, the boy went to sleep full of expectation, waiting for the dawn to come, looking forward to the next day, the girl sitting beside him, continue to enjoy the happiness waiting for her.
That year, the boy finally realized that school could be so happy. Because of her in life!
In the final exam of the second grade of junior high school, the boy sat in the exam room and found that he had forgotten to bring his pen. The only one who could ask for help was her. Perhaps the heart has a soul, behind the students secretly handed the boy a pen, tell him: 'brother, your beautiful girlfriend let me give you'. At that moment, a sense of satisfaction to be recognized warmed the boy's heart. Until many years later, the boy still cherished the pen and recited their memories.
In order to protect the girl, the boy slowly takes off his childishness and pretends to be mature. Learn to pick up a cigarette from a good boy just to protect her, the so-called protection of a boy. The boy told everyone that the girl was his girlfriend. No one was allowed to touch her and bully her. Boys like to hide at the door of the classroom like a silly boy every day, waiting for the girl to appear. Like to see the girl's shy smile, like her pretending to be angry about their recent mistakes, boys of that age who are not afraid, just afraid of her frown between the lock of anger.
The third year of junior high school, the boy learned to study hard, just to accompany the girl for a few years. To keep her promise. Hope to enter the same high school with her and continue the story between them.
At that time, every day, the boy desperately read books, threw away his game account, and no longer went out to hook up with his brothers. One goal is the high school where the girls meet. If he can, the boy hopes to turn the clock back and try his best to win the high school. But time will not turn back for anyone, the boy failed, lonely looking at the girl a person into the high school campus. But he still didn't forget his promise. Every day, the boy would wait for her at the door of the girl's school, take a long look at her, and then turn away contentedly.
The girl's natural sensitivity makes her find the boy's appearance and watch every day. One day, the girl plucked up her courage, ran to the boy and told him: 'why do you always come to our school and act like a gangster. If you come to see me, I'll tell you I have a boyfriend. The boy thought that she would be moved by her persistence, and then whispered greetings to each other's life. But the result is such a ruthless decision, the boy suddenly felt that he was really a fool, has been carrying on a person's love, wishful thinking, but finally ended up empty handed was reprimanded.
From then on, the boy began a decadent and lonely life. Every day, he would drink with his friends like mud. The boy knew that he should let the girl chase his own happiness, and he should wish her far away, but it was not easy to forget someone. Love, as described in the book, is like a rose with thorns. It is charming and beautiful, but it is full of sharp thorns, which make you feel painful.
Boy, began to learn to forget her. A person hiding in the room, feeling the pain after love. He knew that maybe he would never forget the sweetness left by the girl in his heart and the innocent promises one after another. But he still forced himself to learn to forget, learn to bless the people he loves most, and pursue happy love.
On the 67th day after the girl left, the boy still didn't forget her, hiding in the quilt and crying. Because it's a man, he doesn't want to cry like a loser. He covers himself with a quilt and sobs silently. Tired of crying, the boy opened the quilt, only to find that there was blood on his hands and quilt. The red in his nose reminded him of the tragic stories, but he felt that it was just an accident, and that kind of sadness would never appear in his life. But this kind of situation is more and more frequent, when I feel throat pain, I have to go to the hospital for examination. But when he got the result, the boy was completely confused. What he got was a kind of acute lymphocytic leukemia, and the cure was very slim. The boy squatted in the corridor of the hospital, digesting the bad news with silence.
Soon, the news of the boy's illness spread among some of his classmates. Many people go to the hospital for bone marrow matching test, but in the end, none of them matches the boy's bone marrow. The boy lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, holding a pen tightly in his hand, thinking about the smile, waiting for death. He has given up the hope of life, just want to hold the most beautiful life