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Pencil readme


Li Dingjie, the second grade class of Yucai School, Chishui City, Guizhou Province

Instructor Zhao Hongyuan

I am a small pencil with a slender waist, a round rubber plaque, and a pointed nib.

My origins are very complicated. I grew up in the forest, a small tree that slowly turned into a big tree. One day, the workers came to the forest to cut trees. They saw me and my brothers and sisters and saw them in the city to repair the house. My brothers and sisters became a tall building. I am the smallest, I can only do pencils. I was sent to the processing factory to process, and then put a lead in my body, it became a brand new pencil. Then send it to the mall to sell. That's how I got around a big circle. One day, finally a little girl bought me. She took me home and put it in a pencil case with lots of partners. This little girl can not cherish me, pick up the sharpener and smash it, and cut the nib clearly, but she can't see it, and she is still turning the pencil sharpener. I said, "I beg you, my little master, don't cut me anymore, my body is almost gone." The little girl didn't hear it, she was still cutting, and my body went to more than half. This little girl is really a disobedient child. I finally stopped and didn't cut it, but my tall man turned into a dwarf.

Although my body has gone to more than half, I have made a lot of contributions to the little master. Hey, the little master used the words I wrote to be neat and beautiful, and got the first place in the class's writing competition, and got the teacher's reward!

"Hey!" The pen tip was broken, and the little master cut me again with a pencil sharpener. My body is almost gone, so I have to say goodbye to you: "Goodbye, my friend; goodbye, this beautiful world, I can no longer work for the little master."

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