Three erasers

I have a lot of stationery, there are rulers, ball pens, pencils, erasers, etc. One of the things that I have indispensable is the rubber, and I often abuse the rubber.

Among the rubbers I abused, three of them were the worst I have ever abused.

The first piece: Once, my rubber was used up in school, and I forgot to buy it on my way home. So I called my mother to buy a piece for me when I got home from work. After a while, my mother bought it, but the eraser was very ugly, there were no pictures on it, and there were no good-looking words. Only the word "Excuse", which is dead and heavy, is very laborious to wipe. I didn't use it for a few days and threw it away.

The second one: Once, my grandmother went to the department store to play. I saw an eraser with a beautiful pattern in the stationery area, which painted the pattern of the country orchard. Lifelike. I don't want to let this rubber go, I want my grandmother to buy it for me, but my grandmother said that my rubber has not been used up yet, and I don't have to buy it. My grandmother finally agreed with my hard persuasion. After returning home, the more I look at the eraser, the more happy I am. It didn't take a few days for the rubber pattern to fade, and it was as good as it used to be. I gradually began to hate that rubber. In a self-study class, I finished the homework and did nothing. I cut the rubber into pieces with a ruler and played it with a ruler.

The third one: Once my mother bought me an eraser with a panda eating bamboo. so pretty. I think: such a good-looking rubber, there must be a lot of people wanting, I have to make a mark to prevent being stolen by others. So I took a knife and drilled a hole in it, took the rope, and tied the pencil and rubber together. I still don't trust, I wrote my name on it, and I put a lot of eyes next to my name. Although the rubber was insured, it was ugly. I didn't like it and threw it away.

I tortured my eraser like this until one day, on a dark night, I felt the quilt move. I got up and looked: it turned out to be the eraser that only wrote Excuse. How did it come here? Is it not already thrown by me? How come here? A series of questions came to my mind. At this moment, the eraser actually spoke: "Do you remember? I am the rubber that was thrown away by you. Today I must let your blood bond back." After that, it took out a lot of rubbish and went to me. Wipe it on the body. I am going to vomit. Just then, the second eraser that I had abused came out. It said: "I am the rubber that has been cut by you. I have blood and blood." He said, it picked up a knife and cut all my nose, eyes, ears, hands and legs. When I was crying and screaming, the third rubber came towards me. It said: "I am the one that has been riddled with holes by you. Do you remember me? I have to drill your whole body!" I shouted.

At this time, I woke up, ah! It turned out to be a dream!

Since then, I have become cherished with stationery. I have used all the stationery and throw it away. Even my mother who doesn’t like to praise me has boasted that I have cherished stationery!

The fourth grade of the May Fourth Road: Bai Zihang