"A pen evokes my memories." It was an afternoon, and the sun shone through the window onto the messy desk. When I was sorting out my old things, an old pen came into view. The paint on the brush was mottled, and the tip of the brush was a little rusty. However, it was this brush that instantly opened the gate of memory. This pen was once a birthday present from my grandfather. At that time, I had the dream of being a writer. After Grandpa found out, he silently handed this pen to me. He said,"Baby, use this pen to write down everything you think." Since then, this pen has accompanied me through countless days and nights. I used it to write my first essay about the old locust tree on campus. When the essay was praised by the teacher, I held the pen tightly and my heart was filled with joy. Later, I took it to participate in the school's essay competition. In the tense examination room, the pen rustled on the paper, as if it was cheering for me. As time passed, electronic devices gradually replaced paper and pen. I had forgotten this pen in the corner. Now that he saw it again, those beautiful memories flooded back. Those dreams, hard work, and the warmth of family were all awakened by this pen. I gently picked up the pen, as if I had found myself again. I wanted to use it to write those unfinished dreams again. Read more exciting novels for free
Here are some poems that evoke memories: - Who cares about the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves closed sparse window, pondering the past standing in the setting sun. He was so drunk that he fell into a deep sleep, and the gambling books were so fragrant that he only thought it was ordinary at that time." When the autumn wind blew and the yellow leaves danced, the poet stood under the setting sun and missed his deceased wife. He recalled the warm daily life of taking a nap after drinking and gambling in his boudoir. The ordinary things of the past had now become precious memories. - Chen Yuyi's poem,"Recalling the past, drinking on the bridge, sitting in the hall are mostly heroes." the long ravine flows silently as the moon goes. Apricot blossoms in the shadows, playing the flute until dawn." The poet recalled the beautiful time when he was young and drank with many heroes and talents on the Wuqiao Bridge. The moonlight flowed silently with the water in the long ditch. Everyone played the flute in the shadow of the scattered apricot flowers until dawn. The joy of the past contrasted with the current situation, which made the memories more precious. - Bai Juyi's " Jiangnan is good, the scenery is familiar. At sunrise, the red flowers on the river are brighter than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?" In his later years, the poet missed the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan very much. The scenery of Jiangnan that he had seen before, the gorgeous flowers at sunrise and the green of the river water became beautiful memories. It made people feel as if they were also in the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, causing endless memories. - Li Bai's " laugh at the sky and go out. How can we be people of Penghao?" Although it mainly expressed the poet's wildness and pride, when people looked back at Li Bai's life experience, from his unfulfilled ambition to his ecstasy when he received the imperial edict summoned by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, it could also evoke memories of his life story and various fantasies about the relationship between the literati and the imperial court in that era. - Li Shangyin's " Fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column thinking of the years." The strings of the zither in the poem evoked the longing for the good old days. Although it did not describe the memories in detail, the nostalgia for the lost years was overflowing with words. Watching " Suddenly Looking Back " wasn't satisfying enough. Everyone, please click to read the novel!
There are many classic sayings in classic novels. The following are some of them: 1 " Life is like an angry bird. When you fail, there will always be a few pigs laughing." My Own Swordsman 2 " If you choose comfort, you will lose your freedom." The Shawshank Redemption 3 " Sometimes, all your plans for life are worth a bad arrangement by fate." The Three-Body Problem 4 " If life is a journey, then the best scenery is on the road." On the Road 5 " There is no rehearsal in life. Every day is a live broadcast." Thousand and Qianxun 6 "When you realize that you are alive, you must think of death." One Hundred Years of Solitude " This world is full of rules. We can't change the rules, but we can change ourselves." The Three-Body Problem 8 " The most important thing in life is not the road we walk, but the people we pass by." The Great Gatsby These classic sayings could evoke the readers 'memories and make them feel the emotions and philosophy of life in the novel.
"Days Accompanied by Pen" On my desk, the fountain pen lay quietly like a loyal companion. Its body emitted a cold metallic luster, and its slender figure looked like an exquisite sword under the sunlight. Every time he picked it up to write, it was like a unique ritual. He unscrewed the cap, and the tip of the pen was like a dancer's toes gently tapping on the stage of paper. When the ink slowly flowed down the tip of the pen and spread on the paper, the rustling sound was like it was talking in a low voice. I use it to write a diary and record the bits and pieces of my life. Every stroke was like an extension of my inner emotions. When I wrote about happy things, the strokes seemed to have a sense of jumping, smooth and light. When I wrote about troublesome things, the strokes became a little heavy, and the ink penetrated deeper into the paper. Once, when I was writing an article about my childhood, the pen in my hand seemed to have been injected with the magic of memory. Those blurry scenes gradually became clear as the pen tip slid on the paper. As I wrote, I felt as if I had returned to the small courtyard full of laughter. The scene of playing with my friends under the tree seemed to be in front of me. In the composition class at school, it was my right-hand man. When the teacher assigned an essay topic, I would gently pick it up and construct the framework of the essay in my mind. When he began to write, the fountain pen glided across the essay paper smoothly, and beautiful sentences were born under the tip of the pen. Some of the words it wrote were strong and powerful, like standing pine and cypress, while others were round and soft, like a trickling stream. However, Pen could throw a tantrum sometimes. Once, the tip of its pen was blocked by something, and the words it wrote were intermittent, like a sick person talking weakly. I carefully removed the tip of the pen, rinsed it with water, and gently shook the pen to let the remaining ink flow out. After some " treatment," it regained its vitality and continued to write freely on the paper. This pen has accompanied me through many times. It has witnessed my growth, recorded my laughter and tears, and written a unique chapter of my life. Magic Pen I have a magical fountain pen. It's not an ordinary fountain pen. The pen was a deep blue, like the quiet night sky. There were mysterious patterns carved on the cap, like ancient runes. It seemed to hide some unknown power. When I use it to write, I feel an invisible force guiding my hand. Every time I take an exam, I bring it with me. Whenever I encountered a difficult problem and my palms were sweating from nervousness, I held the pen tightly. It seemed to be able to sense my uneasiness and encourage me. At this time, I picked it up again to answer the questions. Miraculously, my thoughts flowed out like spring water. The tip of the pen seemed to have some kind of magic, and the words written were full of vitality. When I wrote my essay about spring, the words seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. " In spring, the earth wakes up from its slumber. Flowers are scrambling to bloom. Red like fire, pink like rosy clouds, white like snow…" When I wrote these sentences, I felt that those flowers were blooming under the tip of my pen. Once, I accidentally lost my pen and looked around anxiously. During those few days, I felt like I had lost a close friend. I couldn't do anything. It was only when I found it in the corner of the desk that I smiled again. This fountain pen is not only a writing tool, but also a magic wand in my life. I use it to write not only words, but also stories and beautiful dreams full of fantasy. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
[Future nano pen] In the future of rapid technological development, fountain pens had also undergone an unprecedented revolution. The application of nanotechnology had given fountain pens many magical features. First of all, nanopens were very different from traditional pens in appearance. The body of the pen was made of nano-materials, which made the pen extremely light and convenient to carry. Whether it was in a pocket or a bag, it would not feel cumbersome at all. Moreover, the nano-material gave the pen body super wear resistance. Even if it accidentally fell to the ground or rubbed against other hard objects, it would not leave any scratches and always maintain a new appearance. In terms of writing, the nano-pen had an outstanding performance. The tip of the pen was coated with a special nano-coating, which made the pen tip smoother. When writing, it was as smooth as sliding on ice, and there would be no phenomenon of ink jam. Whether it was writing small characters or quick strokes, it could be easily handled, allowing the writer to freely write and write beautiful words. At the same time, the nano-pen tip also had an automatic repair function. If the pen tip was slightly damaged due to an accident, the nano-material would automatically repair the shape of the pen tip in a short period of time to ensure smooth writing. The ink of the nanopen also contained the mysteries of nanotechnology. The nano-ink had high stability and would not dry or deteriorate due to prolonged storage. Moreover, the color of the nanoink was brighter and more durable. The words written on the book could remain clear for a long time without fading. In addition, the nanoink also had certain intelligent characteristics. For example, it could adjust the ink flow according to the writer's writing strength and speed. When the writer used more force, the ink flow would increase appropriately, making the handwriting thicker. When the writing speed was fast, the ink could flow evenly without ink interruption. In terms of functionality, the nano-pen had many surprising aspects. It had a built-in nanochip that could be connected to the user's smart device. When the user wrote, the chip would record the content and automatically convert it into an electronic document that would be stored in the smart device. In this way, whether it was students taking notes in class or business people taking notes of meeting content, it would be more convenient and efficient. They did not have to worry about the problem of difficulty in organizing and saving because of handwriting. At the same time, the nano-pen also had an intelligent error correction function. If the writer wrote the wrong word, the pen would remind them through a slight vibration and display the correct writing on the smart device. The future nano pen was not only a writing tool, but also a smart companion that integrated high-tech. It would bring great convenience to people's learning, work, and life. " Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The Pen of the Future In the future where science and technology were changing rapidly, pens would also undergo earth-shaking changes and become a magical tool that integrated multiple functions. The pen of the future might look similar to the pen of the present, but if you looked closely, you would find that it contained many high-tech elements. It was probably made of a new type of light alloy, which was both strong and light, making it easy to carry. The color of the pen could be adjusted automatically according to the user's mood or the surrounding light. It would show brilliant colors in the sun and emit soft luminous light in the dark, making it convenient for the user to find it in different environments. In terms of function, the pen of the future would far surpass the writing function of the present. First of all, it had a highly accurate writing and drawing function. The pen tip could be used to write and draw on paper, electronic screens, and even special materials according to the user's needs. Whether it was delicate sketching lines or smooth calligraphy strokes, it could be presented perfectly. Moreover, the intelligent system in the pen could recognize the user's writing habits and strength, and automatically adjust the ink output of the pen tip or the thickness of the lines, making the writing and drawing more natural and accurate. Secondly, the pen would be a powerful learning assistant in the future. It had a massive knowledge base, covering all kinds of subject knowledge from primary school to university. When the user encountered a problem that they did not understand during the learning process, they only needed to tap the pen on the relevant text or topic. The pen's display screen (which may be realized through a transparent area of the pen body or a projection function) would quickly give detailed answers, including concept explanations, steps to solve the problem, and related examples. At the same time, it also had a language translation function. Whether it was reading a foreign book or communicating with a foreign friend, as long as the pen was aimed at the text or voice that needed to be translated, it could immediately get an accurate translation result. Moreover, the pen of the future was also a convenient office tool. It could be seamlessly connected to a variety of electronic devices, such as computers, tablets, and smart phones. When it was necessary to transfer files, the user could directly transfer handwritten notes, drawings, or signatures to the electronic device through the pen, and convert them into electronic documents for saving or editing. In a meeting, it could be used as a recording pen to accurately record the content of the meeting and automatically convert the voice content into text for easy post-meeting sorting. In addition, the pen in the future would also have a health monitoring function. It could detect the user's heart rate, blood pressure, and other basic health data, and alert the user when it found an abnormality. For people who used the pen for writing or drawing for a long time, the pen could also provide suggestions for the correct writing posture according to the holding posture and hand pressure to prevent hand fatigue and injury. The pen of the future would no longer be a simple writing tool, but a high-tech product that integrated multiple functions. It would greatly improve people's learning and work efficiency, and become an indispensable partner in people's lives. "Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The Pen of the Future The pen of the future would be a kind of multi-functional magical stationery. From the outside, it was exquisite and small, with an ergonomical design and a comfortable grip. This pen was made of a special material, strong and light. Its functions were even more amazing. It had a built-in smart chip that could identify wrong words. Once a wrong word was written, it would send out a slight vibration reminder. At the same time, it was also a small translator. When he encountered foreign words that he did not understand, he only needed to tap the pen on it and the translated content would be displayed on the screen of the pen. In terms of painting, it could generate different styles of lines according to the user's thoughts. Whether it was a delicate sketch or a rough oil painting, it could be easily simulated. Moreover, it did not require traditional ink or refill. It could continue to write and draw with light energy or other clean energy. It could connect to the Internet and store a large amount of information. It was like a mobile treasure house of knowledge, greatly improving our learning and work efficiency. " Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Here are some examples of mini-novels: - ** Kinship category **: An old man was hospitalized with lung cancer. His family was almost emptied out for treatment. Before his death, the old man quietly handed over the passbook of his private savings to his grandson, hoping to leave it to his wife for old age. There was also a father with Alzheimer's disease. Although he could not recognize his son, he still wanted to leave the remaining dumplings for his son during dinner. Even though he had forgotten many things, he did not forget to love his son. - ** Romance category **: The boy treats his wife better after marriage, because there are many people who treat their wives well before marriage, so they have to work harder to pursue them. After marriage, there are fewer people who treat their wives well, so they have to let their wives not be disappointed. There was also a pair of old people. When their grandmother passed away, she said to their grandfather," School is over." These were the words they said when they went home together when they were children, and they were filled with deep feelings. - Growing up and feeling: Children of different ages have different attitudes towards their mother's braised pork. From childhood expectations to boredom in puberty to being too busy to care about it in adulthood, when they finally want to eat it, their mother may not be around. This reflects the importance of cherishing the company of their parents. These mini-novels had a variety of topics. They could provide some ideas for writing eight-hundred-word mini-novel essays from the perspectives of family, love, and growth. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
Town Painter In a remote town, there lived a painter named A'man. He was thin, but his eyes were filled with determination. Ah Man loved painting since he was a child. The landscape of the town, the ancient buildings, and the simple villagers were all his painting materials. Ah Man's studio was a simple hut, and the walls were filled with his works. Looking out of the window, he could see a green bamboo forest. As the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, as if they were talking to the lines written by Ah Man's pen. However, in this small town, very few people truly understood Aman's artistic pursuit. Everyone was busy making a living and felt that painting was just a small hobby of Ah Man and would not become a big deal. Even though he was not understood, Ah Man never stopped creating. He often carried an easel on his back and shuttled through the streets of the town. Once, he came to an ancient bridge at the edge of the town. This bridge had a history of more than a hundred years, and the bridge was covered with traces of time. Ah Man set up his easel and focused on painting the scenery in front of him. The afternoon sun shone on the bridge, illuminating the mottled bridge. The stream under the bridge gurgled, as if telling an ancient story. At this moment, a child walked over curiously and stood behind Ah Man, watching quietly. Ah Man noticed the child's gaze and smiled at him. "Uncle, why did you draw this bridge?" the child asked Aman. " Because the bridge is beautiful," Ah Man answered seriously." It carries the memories of the town. I want to leave its beauty behind forever." The child nodded in understanding. As time passed, Ah Man's paintings became more and more exquisite. But his life was still poor, and sometimes he didn't even have enough money to buy paint. However, he still stuck to his original heart. One day, a tourist happened to pass by the town and walked into Ah Man's studio. The tourists were deeply attracted by Ah Man's paintings. He saw the unique charm of the town and Ah Man's love for painting. The visitor decided to help Ah Man, so he contacted the art gallery in the city and organized an art exhibition for Ah Man. The news of the art exhibition spread throughout the town, and everyone was surprised. When they saw Ah Man's paintings that were full of vitality, they truly realized Ah Man's talent. At the art exhibition, Ah Man's paintings were loved by many art lovers, and many people bid to buy them. Ah Man did not lose himself because of the sudden success. He returned to the small town and continued to create in the simple studio. He knew that his roots were in this small town, where he had an inexhaustible source of creative energy. He was still the same Ah Man who carried an easel around the town, but now, his paintings had a sense of gratitude for life and the calmness of persisting in his dreams. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
Beauty in the Ordinary There were many ordinary things in life, but in these ordinary things, there was often a different kind of beauty. In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth. The grass by the roadside was still covered in crystal clear dewdrops. The grass was ordinary. It did not have the delicate and beautiful flowers, nor the tall and straight trees, but it decorated the world with its tenacious vitality. Whether it was in the cracks of the rocks or under the walls, it was trying its best to grow, adding a touch of green to the earth. This was the beauty of ordinariness. The cleaners on the streets were doing the most ordinary job. Every day, when the city was still asleep, they had already begun to clean the streets. The brooms in their hands were like a magical paintbrush. Wherever they went, rubbish was cleared and the streets became clean and tidy. They didn't have any earth-shattering feats, but they used their hard work to bring beauty and cleanliness to the city. Their ordinary figures were a beautiful landscape in the city. The teachers in the school were also so ordinary. They stood on the podium day after day, imparting knowledge, answering questions, and caring about the growth of students. They used patience and love to educate every student, opening the door of knowledge for students. They burned themselves like candles to illuminate others. This kind of silent dedication displayed incomparable beauty in ordinary teaching work. In our lives, there are many such ordinary and beautiful things. As long as we use our heart to discover it, we can feel the endless beauty in the ordinary. The Extraordinary Ordinary Life novel is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
"So, this is love." Love was an abstract concept, but it was everywhere. In the past, I searched through the bits and pieces of my life before I realized that this was love. In my memory, that day, the rain was pattering down, and I was wandering alone on the street. I had an argument with my parents just now because of a small matter. I felt that they didn't understand me at all, so I rushed out of the house in a fit of anger. The raindrops hit my body and were bone-chilling, but my heart was even colder than the rain. I sat on the bench by the street for a long time, watching the pedestrians coming and going. Some were in a hurry, while others were leisurely strolling. Just as I was feeling cold and hungry, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling my name. She turned around and saw her father. He was holding an umbrella and a coat in his hand. He walked quickly to me and put his coat on me. He didn't blame me at all. He just said softly," Child, it's cold outside. Let's go home." At that moment, the grievance and anger in my heart seemed to be washed away by a warm current. When he got home, his mother had already prepared a table full of hot dishes. She looked at me, her eyes full of worry and love." You must be hungry. Eat something." Looking at my parents 'busy figures, I suddenly understood that their nagging and their occasional strictness were all expressions of love. It turned out that love was tolerance, a silent protection after I was willful; love was giving, a timely care when I felt cold and hungry; love was a silent company, even if I didn't understand them, they never really left me. Love didn't need fancy words to modify it, nor did it need earth-shattering actions to prove it. It was in the details of daily life, in every concerned look, in every soft reminder. So this was love, simple yet deep, ordinary yet great.