早春,草地上刚冒出星星点点的绿色,暖暖的气息从泥土里上升。一棵刺桐树忽然捡到了一支笔,是一支纯正的钢笔。钢笔就落在他脚下,他只需弯腰捡起来,像捡起自己的一片树叶。但他还是高声问了句:“这是谁丢的?”没人答应。刺桐树打量这支穿着银色外套的钢笔,哦,多美的钢笔啊,真是好久没见到这么漂亮的东西了!拧开,它的肚子里竟然装着满满一肚子的蓝墨水。“谢谢!”刺桐树咧嘴笑了,“权当人家送我的吧,我好幸运哦。”他把钢笔放入怀中——他的一个树杈上,哈哈,我有一支钢笔喽,他想。 In the early spring, the grass just lit up green, warm atmosphere rising from the soil. A stingy tree suddenly picked up a pen, is a pure pen. The pen was at his feet, he just bent over to pick it up, like picking up one of his own leaves. But he still loudly asked: “Who lost this?” Nobody promised. Plectrum trees looked at the pen wearing a silver coat, oh, how beautiful the pen ah, really long time no see such a beautiful thing! Unscrew, it belly actually filled with a belly blue ink. “Thank you! ” The sting tree grins, “Right when people send me, I’m so lucky.” "He put the pen into his arms - on one of his branches, haha, I have a Pen myself, he thought.