那天,女儿的笔尖坏了。她跟我要钱买笔,就像要白水一样轻松。望着她邪副不知怜惜的样子,想想她不到半年就弄坏了两支笔,我再也忍不住.就给她讲起了我小时候用笔的情形:读低年级时用铅笔,我总是小心地削,轻轻地落笔写字,生怕弄断笔尖。一支铅笔,从长到短,即使剩下一小块笔头儿。也会特别地爱惜。将笔头立在木桌上,用小刀劈开,抖出铅芯,插入豆秸中再用。那捏着豆秸做成的笔写字的情形,至今我也不能忘记。读到高年级了,开始用钢笔。 Day, the daughter’s pen is broken. She asked me for money and pen, just as easy as white water. Looking at her evil side I do not know how to pity, think she broke the pen less than six months, I can not help but give her talk about my childhood pen situation: when reading the lower grades with a pencil , I always cut carefully, writing pen gently, for fear of breaking the nib. A pencil, from long to short, even with a small pen left. Will be particularly cherished. Will be written on the wooden table, split with a knife, shaking out the lead core, insert the reuse of bean stalks. I did not forget that the pen and paper that was made of beans and straw was written. Read the senior, began to use the pen.