在我8岁生日的时候,我格外开心,兴奋,因为妈妈给我买了一支钢笔。钢笔身穿黑色盔甲,“头发”呈金黄色,中间系了个黄色领结,好像是一位威武勇敢的士兵,又像是个温柔高雅的绅士。我对它爱不释手,它每天陪伴着我,成了我最亲密的朋友。可……可现在,我却不小心把它给摔坏了!记得那是一节作业整理课,我正在用心爱的钢笔专心致志地写着 On my 8th birthday, I was very happy and excited because my mom bought me a pen. Pen wearing a black helmet, “hair ” was golden yellow, tie a yellow bow tie in the middle, seems to be a mighty brave soldier, but also like a gentle elegant gentleman. I love it, it accompany me every day, became my closest friend. But ... But now I do not care to throw it to the broken! I remember that is a homework finishing class, I was dedicated with my beloved pen