The story of pencil and eraser is 400 words.

Write a fairy tale with a knife and a rubber pencil, about 400 words.

Pencil, eraser and pencil sharpener are all good friends.

One day, they were discussing who would be the boss. The eraser said, "Needless to say, I will be the boss." The pencil sharpener argued, "You can't be the boss. Look how useful I am. I will be the boss. Besides, ""shut up! " The eraser said angrily, "How dare you compare with me! Wait and see, in a few days, I will be elected as the boss by everyone. " Pencil was sad to see them quarreling, so he went over and advised them, "Stop quarreling, aren't we all good friends?" The eraser said to the pencil, "pencil, you will definitely vote for me, right?" Then the pencil sharpener said, "Rubber boy, the pencil won't throw at you. You're dead. Give me the position of the boss, and the pencil will be thrown at me, right, pencil? " The pencil is in a dilemma. I didn't know what to do, so I hesitated for a while and said, "Brother Pencil Sharpener, Brother Rubber, why don't you come with me to find Grandpa Pencil Box to judge?" Pencil Sharpener and Eraser agreed to use pencils.

So, under the guidance of pencils, they went to grandpa's pencil box. Pencil told grandpa the story in detail. Grandpa pencil-box said to them earnestly, "Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. We should see the strengths of others, face up to our own shortcomings, respect each other, live in harmony, and be United and friendly. In this way, we can better serve others. " Both the pencil sharpener and the eraser were ashamed after hearing this, and both admitted their mistakes.

(2) hurry! ! Fairy tales about pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners

Pencil Eraser Pencil Sharpener (my fairy tale)

2007-06-29 16:56, Wang Kaixian, 542 words,11,original | reference.

We should work together.

Once upon a time, there were three good friends: a pencil, an eraser and a pencil sharpener. Because of their good cooperation, their little master is often praised by the teacher.

But one day, the three of them quarreled. "In the stationery family, my contribution is the greatest." The pencil said proudly.

"Is it a big contribution?" The eraser said. "If you write the wrong word, what shall I do without me? It seems that I have made great contributions. "

"Quiet, my credit is the biggest, your pencil is blunt, without me, can you write words? There is nothing to wipe it. " Pencil sharpener is not far behind.

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From then on, the three people ignored each other.

As it happens, on this day, their owners took the exam. The owner, with a well-thought-out plan, encountered a problem. The pencil made a mistake, but the eraser fell asleep. The host had to put the typo aside and write it again. After a while, the pencil was too dull to write, but the pencil sharpener was playing with the game machine, so the owner had to write some words hard, but he couldn't write clearly. A few days later, the test paper was handed out, and the master got a low score and cried sadly. The original eraser with typos was unwilling to erase, the pen was blunt, the pencil sharpener was unwilling to cut, and the handwriting was unclear, which reduced a lot of points. Aunt pencil-box knows, and says to pencil, eraser and pencil sharpener lead, "Little friend, stop arguing. Master, because you got a low score, you should change it! " "Listen to the pencil, eraser, pencil sharpener, I wanted to think, decided to Qi Xin work together to serve the host.

Later, the master's performance was greatly improved and praised by the teacher. The sound of pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners came from the pencil box, and my heart was full of joy.

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So is this one.

Pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners are daily necessities for every pupil, so we should take good care of them.

One day, a pencil, an eraser and a pencil sharpener were talking. The arrogant pencil said, "Fatty, let's talk!" " "Modest eraser said," although I am a fat man, I am very useful! "Shut up," the pencil said angrily. "When it comes to skills, I am definitely older than you. Do you think I can help people write, draw and color? " "I won't, but in terms of skills, I'm not necessarily worse than you. I can help people correct typos, clean up the stains you left, and clean their books! " The two men held their own opinions and argued endlessly. At this moment, the pencil sharpener just stood up. While mediating their contradictions, it carefully said to them, "You should know that everyone has strengths and weaknesses. You should not only see the strengths of others, but also face up to your own weaknesses." Pencils and erasers finally woke up when they heard these words. Since then, pencils and erasers have served people with their own skills and lived happily.

(3) Write a story with a pencil and a rubber pencil sharpener, not less than 300 words.

Write a story with an eraser pencil sharpener, not less than 300 words.

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Pencil, eraser, pencil sharpener

One sunny morning, Lili went to the supermarket to buy stationery. She carefully selected a pencil, an eraser and a pencil sharpener.

Lily put them in her beloved pencil box when she got home.

Because the longest pencil is the boss, the widest eraser is the second, and the curling knife is of course the third.

At first, they were very close, just like a twisted rope. If the pencil is misspelled, use an eraser. The nib is broken, which makes the pencil sharpener look good.

But somehow, one day, the pencil seemed to have taken the wrong medicine and suddenly became cocky. Pointing at the nose of the eraser and pencil sharpener, it shouted, "Look, you are both lazy bears. What is this? You are shameless to be with me all day. "

Hearing this, the eraser and pencil sharpener made their hair stand on end, like a mad cow. But on second thought, they are all brothers together, and brothers should be the most understanding and friendly, so forget it. How old are these two brothers!

Since then, pencils have been tossing erasers and pencil sharpeners every day. It scribbled on the paper and made the eraser so tired that it bled blood. He thought he was a little thick, so he let the pencil sharpener beautify it. As a result, the hard teeth of the pencil sharpener were ground flat. If the eraser and pencil sharpener move a little slower, the pencil will swear at them.

A few days later, the young master bought two more pencils.

Two new pencils pointed to the old ones and said, "Look, it's short and ugly, still putting on airs there. The young master should have thrown it away. "

As soon as the old pencil looked in the mirror, he burst into tears and said to himself, "How did I become like this?"

At this time, its two good brothers eraser and pencil sharpener came over and patted its shoulder and said, "Brother, you are hurting yourself while hurting others;" Caring for others is also caring for yourself! "

At this time, the pencil was like a deflated ball, and it bowed its head in shame.

(4) Write a fairy tale with a pencil and eraser, around 350 yuan.

Pencils, erasers and notebooks

Author: Ma Time: 2012-12-12 Source: network resources.

On this day, the young master took out his pencil, eraser and notebook from his schoolbag and put them on the table. This is what they said on the table.

The pencil proudly said, "Notebook! Without me, how could you have so many beautiful words on you? Don't miss you, do nothing, just let * *. " This is, the eraser was very unhappy when she heard these words and said, "pencil, don't say notebook yet." You just go the wrong way all day. I get my white body dirty every day, and my master gives me a bath repeatedly. " And you-notebook, I try my best to help you wipe your body every day, and you? Not only did you not thank me well, but you also treated me as a bed in the arms of my schoolbag mother, which made me breathless. You are so ungrateful! "Pencils and erasers together blame notebooks, and notebooks have no chance to explain.

This is, I don't know why pencils and erasers are playing again. The two men were beaten black and blue. Suddenly, the pencil asked the notebook, "Who wrote beautiful words on you? It's me-pencil. " The eraser said to the notebook, "who helped you wash your body so smoothly?" It's me-the eraser. " Pencils and erasers each say the benefits of giving a notebook. The pencil and eraser said in unison, "Notebook! Which side do you support? " The notebook was in a dilemma and didn't answer. I just said that I had an eraser and pencil in my hand: "Are you all friends? If you have something to say, why do you want to do it? " Pencil and eraser flew into a rage, so they rushed forward and punched the notebook. The eraser erased all the beautiful words in the notebook; And the pencil also drew some winding lines in all the clean places of the notebook.

When the young master came back and saw that the notebook was so dirty, he threw it into the trash can. At first, pencils and erasers were ecstatic. But after a while, they became more and more bored. Because the notebook was gone and they were useless, they decided to save it again.

They came to the dustbin and rescued the notebook. The pencil erased the words on the eraser and wrote them back; The eraser erased the pencil line again. Notebook to pencil and eraser: "Thank you for saving me." "No,no." The pencil and eraser quickly said, "We hurt you."

Since then, pencils, erasers and notebooks have become inseparable three brothers!

5] Make up the fairy tale "Pencil and Eraser"

I have a pencil-box with pencils, erasers, rulers, pens and ballpoint pens. One day, they really talked. The pencil opened its eyes round first: "No one here is more useful than me! My master likes to write with me, and the written words are correct and beautiful. I am not only ice-smart, but also fashionable. I am as beautiful as I said. Look, how beautiful my black and red coat is ... ""Stop blowing, stop blowing! " The short and fat "short wax gourd"-the eraser couldn't help it: "The host wrote a typo that day and searched for me for a long time! Look at me, chubby figure, how strong I am! Yellow and white clothes, how bright! The skin is as white as snow, how unparalleled! " "Hum, I am good!" The tall and handsome ruler curled his lip and said, "My master's hand never left me in art class yesterday! Look at me, tall and slender, crystal clear skin, oh, really unique! " I opened the pencil box before the pen and ballpoint pen could argue. I first drew a draft with a pencil, then erased the typo with an eraser, then picked up a ruler and drew a straight line with a ballpoint pen, and then finished the homework "Please write a fairy tale" assigned by Teacher Liu with a pen ... At this time, there was silence in the pencil box, and everyone looked at each other. After a long time, they all came to their senses: "Haha, we are all useful!" "

The story of the fairy tale eraser in the fourth grade composition

One day, a child named Xiao Xin won the first prize in the calligraphy competition. His pencil box is also very lively. The pencils and erasers in it are very proud. They hold their heads high and don't look at other stationery at all, because they look down on other stationery at all.

The next day, the pencil and eraser met. They all claimed that they had the greatest credit. They quarreled from morning till night, and then quarreled from evening till the next morning ... At this time, the pencil housekeeper saw that they were quarrelling as a bee, so she came up with a good idea and said, "My Lord, let's have a competition and see who has the greatest skill?" Pencils and erasers readily agreed.

They hit the ground from the mountain, making the whole stationery city nervous. What's more, Mr. Pencil Sharpener got noise sickness, so he just got off work. The whole city is afraid that they can't sleep at night because of the noise and can't work and go to work the next day.

So, they invited a knowledgeable old man-Grandpa Shu. After listening to the complaints of the whole city, Grandpa Shu came up with a good idea and decided to kill the eraser and pencil. He asked the pencil to write a word first, and in the process of writing with a pencil, he deliberately pushed it with his hand. When the hand holding the pencil slipped, he drew an extra line on the book. When the pencil was in a hurry, he asked for an eraser to erase the extra lines. The whole word looks much better, and the surface of the scroll is very clean. Through this cooperation, Grandpa Shu told them a truth: Only with the concerted efforts of Qi Xin can things be done well. They also realized their mistakes, admitted each other and finally became good friends.

This story tells us that everyone is equal, just as fish can't live without water and birds can't live without the sky, they are all closely linked. Only by uniting as one and helping each other can we gain greater honor and live a happier life.

A love story about pencils and erasers.

Pencil and Eraser Princess lives in the stationery world. Eraser is very clean. Wherever she goes, she makes the place white and flawless. One day they went to play in the forest, and the trace left by the pencil on the ground made the rubber princess very angry, so she said to the pencil prince; You hate leaving a stain in such a beautiful place! I really don't want to talk to you. The pencil wants to say something, but I didn't say anything because I was angry at seeing the rubber princess, so I had to follow the rubber princess silently. The eraser was even more angry when she saw the pencil following her. She ran quickly to the depths of the forest. The pencil is afraid of the danger of the eraser owner, so it desperately follows the eraser princess. At the same time, the eraser is tired of running. When she stopped, she found herself lost. It will be dark soon. A terrible tool knife will appear in the forest at any time. The tool knife will tear her body to pieces. Thought of here. Looking at the pencil with a little body left, the eraser cried ... haha, the editor is not good, hehehe, there is nothing to change!

What did the fairy tale of pencil and eraser make me understand?

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful pencil. She could always draw beautiful pictures. Next to the eraser has been silently watching her, like her. Whenever she makes a mistake, the eraser always uses her body to help her correct it, so as to get a beautiful picture on the canvas. As the days passed, the eraser's body became thinner. But whenever he needs a pencil, he always rushes to help! But the pencil likes the pencil sharpener, because it can make it beautiful and help him finish beautiful pictures. Although the pencil sharpener will shorten her figure and shorten her life span, she just likes it. So she always behaves well in front of the pencil sharpener, and I hope the pencil sharpener loves herself as well. She didn't know that the rubber was beside her. Once the painter drew with a pencil and accidentally made a mistake in the last stroke. When the painter was angry, he threw away the pencil. At this time, it was the eraser that helped her solve the problem and erased the wrong strokes. At this time, there was only the last strength left in the eraser, but he still found the pencil and the person he loved with this little strength. Finally, he found it. He held the pencil in his arms and was very happy. He smiled and said to the pencil, "honey, I love you." At this moment, the pencil was at a loss. She tried to imagine what the eraser did for her. It turns out that the eraser has always loved herself. Only in front of the eraser can she make mistakes and be more real. She is so stupid. She was moved by the eraser's words and nodded deeply and said, "Actually, I like you, too, but I don't know it myself." Let's fall in love! "After hearing this, the eraser smiled happily and died, because he loved pencils and gave his precious life for them. He felt that he was worth it. In fact, life is the same. Only by cherishing what you have can you not regret and live happily. Don't wait for happiness to pass by before you realize that everything you once had is so precious!

(9) The story of asking for pencils and erasers.

You'll never know what it's like to live in a desk! In the drawer, I just lay there quietly, surrounded by pure black. I bet none of you have ever seen absolute black. Even if you say late at night, there are still stars shining. And I, in the dark drawer of my master's house, lived for half a year. That's where I met Miss Pencil.

I really don't know how I can get through those days without her. In our stationery industry, friends are often carried out by their owners without a few words. I remember a gentleman with a blue ballpoint pen who just greeted me and was taken away from the drawer because his life was not very clear. Later, I heard that I died of lack of water because I couldn't find my pen cap. It's very pitiful. It was hard to meet a person at that time, and how few friends there were! Therefore, I have always cherished my feelings with Miss Pencil.

If you want to tell our story, you have to let me start from the beginning. Mr. Rubber said.

At that time, when I first came to my host's house from the stationery store, I was very uncomfortable. This is such a terrible environment. There is nothing to rely on around me, and it is unexpectedly cold at night. On my first day in the drawer, I looked around and tried to escape from this world. Soon, I felt uneven marks between the lock of the drawer and the roof above, so I leaned up. In this way, I met miss pencil for the first time. Miss pencil leans against the drawer alone, angular. In the dark, I still can't tell her edges and corners, so I fell in love with her and leaned over and snuggled up to her. Try to greet her in the softest voice and introduce yourself.

My name is eraser, and I draw eraser. She bowed to show her understanding. Miss pencil can only pronounce some simple sounds and can't speak. It seems that what she wants to express can only be written down and can only be seen clearly where there is light. "I don't want to be here. Where I am, there is light. " In order to continue this topic, I continued to nag. I didn't have much culture at that time, so it was not easy for me to show my desire for stationery store life. I still remember what a stationery store was like. You don't understand. There are lights, crayons and heavy colors. I try to remember the past. She didn't agree.

Well, you may have known something before, but before I left, they bought many boxes of colored pens.

She was a little curious, but still unconvinced. "So, let's run back to the stationery store! Look at the colorful world. " I said foolishly. She gave a burst of laughter and turned back to the depths of the drawer. In this way, we got to know each other.

We communicate through my words and her actions. At noon on the first day, the sun hit the desk drawer, and some weak light shone through the gap. I saw Miss Pencil clearly-she was slender and tall. Smiling face, blinking at me. The whole drawer is lit. "Warm, orange", I said to her, "orange feels like sunshine". She seems to understand. I think you must be beautiful in the sun.

She posed, turned around happily and smiled at me in the dark afternoon.

That night, Miss Pencil was overcome by fatigue and darkness, lying on her back and falling asleep in infinite silence. I sat down behind her, silently thinking about the way the sun shone on her face at noon. That night was the most beautiful night in the world, and I loved her. Mr. Rubber smiled and said to us.

Although it was very cold on the first night, it warmed up after the sun rose. The next day, I felt the liquid in the drawer condensing, and the surroundings were as warm as spring. I think it must be a beautiful Wan Li outside. The eternal and blazing sun shines on the earth. I silently counted the time, and the unhappiness at the beginning of yesterday seemed to have vanished long ago. Until then, everything was fine. Miss pencil's gentleness and thoughtfulness make this dark world full of hope.

Later, we had a wonderful time together. In the dark, we use our bodies to warm each other. I often tell her some jokes. In those days, I can imagine moonlight as daytime, and play a touching tune for Miss Pencil and me. Sometimes, we even snuggle together in the afternoon and listen to Mozart coming from the master's room. One night, in the boundless darkness and silence, I secretly married Miss Pencil. In the drawer, the quietly flowing dust is like our best man.

Unexpectedly, one night about four months later, the owner suddenly opened the drawer and took Miss Pencil away.

The light left a mark on my face as soon as the drawer was opened. The world is suddenly immersed in a kind of light that has never been seen before. Miss Pencil's body unfolded under the orange light, and my brain couldn't find the right words to blurt out. How can I say goodbye to each other? No one in this world can express their feelings for each other through their eyes more than we can. I was eager to grab something from my master's strange hand, but Miss Pencil shrank behind the light. My eyes are a little stinging.

As night fell, I didn't spend the night in my arms with Miss Pencil for the first time, so I felt the night was longer. If in the past, darkness always wanted to kill Miss Pencil. So, the darkness now makes me grasp her existence again. I slowly recalled what Miss Pencil's expression looked like when the drawer was opened. Was she sad or happy when she saw the light?

Mr. Rubber was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and then told his story: So after two months, one day, I was taken out by my master. When the drawer was opened, I covered my eyes tightly with my hands and felt that I had to block my nose and mouth to cope with the too fresh oxygen. Everything around me has become a brand-new color, which dazzles me. I feel like my eyes are about to explode. I suddenly let out a vague cry.

After a huge dizziness and roar. I tried to open my eyes, and everything in front of me confused me-I saw Miss Pencil lying alone in the corner of the desk. Only one-third of the body is left, and a large piece of green skin falls off. In the middle is a dim heart, cut into a sharp piece.

At that time, my heart seemed to be stung by a meat cleaver. I tried my best to smile at Miss Pencil: "How warm the lights are! Miss pencil! Miss pencil! Look how pure orange it is! " Miss pencil looked at me feebly with dim eyes.

Outside the window, the night is low, and this black is different. The master picked up Miss Pencil, waved her mutilated body and wrote something on the white paper. Write while gesturing. I looked at Miss Pencil with a painful expression. I know, that's her heart written on paper, leaving black handwriting in the world. I tried to move my body and climbed forward a little to see what Miss Pencil wrote. Slowly, I climbed into my master's hand. I saw Miss Pencil's heart turned into powder and stuck to the paper. I watched helplessly as Miss Pencil's life disappeared inch by inch. I cried and hammered at the slightly blurred handwriting-what article can be more important than the needs of two hearts? Unfortunately, I forgot one thing. I forgot that Miss Pencil's heart is made of graphite. When I tried to touch her handwriting, it disappeared with my body. I lay quietly on my master's desk, feeling large pieces of skin torn. My hand began to turn into rubber crumbs, which mixed in Miss Pencil's heart.

The master's eyes suddenly became fierce. He opened the drawer and slammed Miss Pencil in. I guess he thinks Miss Pencil is too short to work. The lock on the drawer is heavy and dark. "Miss pencil! Miss pencil! " I shouted at the drawer, "Let's see how beautiful this colorful world is!" " My voice is hoarse and I can't make a sound. I want to keep shouting. "May my body and your heart merge together like this," I said silently in my heart, shedding the last silent tear. At this moment, I suddenly saw Miss Pencil's smiling face, always whispering, always so calm. At that moment, I realized that I would never go back to the dark world in the drawer. I am destined to see vibrant grass in spring, blue sky and white clouds in summer and golden leaves in autumn. Miss pencil's world, I have lost it forever. I can't imagine what she looks like now, and even the most touching memories have not been left.

"Now, only white paper mixed with green and gray rubber crumbs constantly reminds me of that life in the drawer." "Stationery is stationery, and it will be divided sooner or later."

Mr. Rubber said, sighing softly.

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