柔风轻轻吹,悄悄地在夜的黑色幕布上画下一个又一个甜美的梦。一朵花,在花瓶里也做着它的美梦。忽然,一个细长的身影跳进了花瓶里。“哎哟!”花被惊醒了。“谁?”“嘘,小声点,别被卷笔刀听见了,它正追杀我呢。”一个气喘吁吁的声音回答道。透过皎洁的月光,花看清了不速之客——一支铅笔。“卷笔刀追杀你?它为什么追杀你呀?”花压低声音问道。“为什么?”铅笔愤怒地说道,“因为它是个大刽子手,它的大嘴咔嚓咔嚓地从我们铅笔身上转过去,疼得我们叽哇乱叫。我们 Breeze gently blowing, quietly in the black curtain on the night to draw one after another sweet dreams. A flower, in the vase is also doing its dream. Suddenly, a slender figure jumped into the vase. ”Oh!“ The flower was awakened. ”Who?“ ”Shh, whisper, do not hear me with a pencil sharpener, it’s killing me.“ A gasping voice replied. Through the bright moonlight, flowers see the uninvited guest - a pencil. ”Pencil Sharpener to kill you? Why does it kill you?“ Flower asked in a low voice. ”Why?“ Said the pencil angrily. ”Because it’s a big executioner, its mouth swipes up from our pencil, and it hurts so we grumble." We