Pen dream

Night, quiet. In my pencil case, there was a burst of sound. Oh! It turned out that the three brothers, pens, pens and pencils, were talking about their dreams. Let's listen together!

As the second brother's pen, he stood up and stood up. He said: "I don't have any ambitions. I hope that my master can give me a good life in my life. Don't be like a other pen." Half was thrown." The pen said that he looked up to the sky, as if praying for God to bless it.

"Cut, what is your dream!" The pen immediately plugged in the words, while talking and showing off his gorgeousness. "I am so gorgeous, it has fallen into this place and it has fallen for eight generations. I blame this master." Also, he is carrying a bag every day and jumping, and I have to follow the lively jumps, but I can hurt me. So, my dream is to be able to play tricks on the owner. Hey!" The pen is proud and complacent. Say your dreams.

The smirk of the pen big brother made the second pen feel creepy. But the old three pens are silent, and the pen quickly asks it: "Three brothers, what is your dream?" "I, although I don't have the grandfather's gorgeousness, my life is not as good as my second brother, but I hope that Finding the value of my life in my limited life. So, I want to serve the Lord well, knowing the moment he left me." The pencil said modestly, its pious eyes could not help but move. can……

"Ha ha ha... just your little body? Hahaha..." The pen sneered in a scornful tone. The pencil didn't say anything, it was still so obscure.

The following three brothers entered the "dreams." Let me talk about this big brother's pen. I use it to write it. It often leaks ink, which makes my hand often "black clouds." What about the second pen? At work, it can always be chanting in the mouth: the spirit of the heavens, the spirit of the earth, the Buddha of Bodhisattva is fast, and blessing me for a lifetime..." This guy is really feudal. Let’s talk about the pencils of the three brothers, such as its dreams. Saying, he said nothing, just silent work. This made me feel gratified.

What goes around comes around. When the pen was working, and it was a prank, it was thrown by me and the nib was broken. It was so "sacred sacrifice". And the pen is as it wishes, it is safe, until the end of life, it is still so bland. The pencil, God gave it the best reward; let it be three or four centimeters left, became a tree in my small production, and also won the first prize of the school, this is Unlimited scenery!

Pens, pens, and pencils all have their own dreams, but their results are completely different, depending on their heart—you can have the highest and the best results only if you have the purest and the best.

First day: Feng Wei