Can you tell me what the first pen was like?

It is black, with a thick pen body and a clumsy appearance. Bare nib, threaded cap. There is no clamping tube in the rubber pen capsule. When absorbing ink, pinch it and expand it slowly. Too much ink absorption, writing often "vomits", soiling paper and hands.

That was the first pen I used. My mother bought it for me. That year, I entered the fifth grade of primary school. According to the school regulations, there are two pen and ink classes every week. Some homework requires students to finish it with a pen. Every student in the class has a brand-new pen, and some students even have two. I have no pen to use, not even an old one. I only have a pen dipped in water. Every time I finish my pen homework, my right hand is always dyed blue by ink, and my blue hand stains my homework. I often feel wronged for this, and I dream of getting a brand-new pen.

One day, I finally cried my dip pen and forced my mother to buy a water-absorbing pen at once.

My mother said to me, "son, didn't my mother promise to buy you a water-absorbing pen when your father sent back the money?"

I kept crying and shouting, "No, no, I want it today." Go and lend me money to buy it. "

Mother sighed and said awkwardly, "You are a child, you really don't understand. The money for buying grain this month is borrowed from neighbors; The house money is also borrowed from neighbors; Go to see your sister, or borrow money from your neighbor. Today, in order to buy you an absorbent pen, do you have to force your mother to borrow money from her neighbors again? How can I get my mother to talk to the neighbors? "

I don't care if my mother is embarrassed to borrow money from her neighbors again. I cried even harder. Mom was very upset and slapped me twice. I ran out of the house crying angrily. ...

It rained that day, and I lingered in the rain for a long time without coming home. My clothes are wet and my mind is calm. I feel sorry and blame myself. Yes, life at home is very difficult. My father works in other places and sends back dozens of dollars a month to live. My mother often asks her neighbors for money. Mom is a face-saving person. Every time she borrows money from her neighbor, she needs to summon up courage. How can I embarrass my mother so much in order to buy an absorbent pen? I feel sorry for my mother.

So I had the idea of buying a pen myself. As soon as the idea came into being, I walked towards the railway station in the rain. There is a steep bridge near the railway station. Some older children often wait under the slope to help cart drivers pull goods uphill. They can get fifty cents or ten cents.

I walked under the bridge and waited for a long time, but no tram came. It's raining harder and harder, so I have to stand under the tree to hide from the rain. The rain pattered on the plump poplar leaves and washed the road. There is no sign of pedestrians on the road, only buses come and go occasionally. Several telephone poles are far away, so I can't see them clearly in a daze.

I feel depressed and want to leave, the rain is too heavy; Wait, I'm hungry again. Suddenly I found a handcart with several tall wooden boxes covered with ponchos. The rickshaw puller pulled the cart slowly step by step in the heavy rain. As you can see, the man pulled hard and bent low, and his upper body was hanging down.