As the semester progresses, the study tasks gradually increase, and the idle time is squeezed out. In the third grade, I stopped using a pencil and began to learn to write pencil characters. Fountain pens, the school will not prepare, you need to bring your own. Some of the parents of the students have already prepared for their children in advance. When the teacher finished saying this, some of the students took out their pens and put them in their hands.

When the teacher saw it, he said, "If you have already prepared a fountain pen, please pick up your fountain pen and hold it up so that I can take a look." Then the classmates with pens held up their pens. There weren't too many people raising their hands, and the pens they were holding were all different. The teacher glanced around and pointed to a boy in the class named Yang Bo, who was a polite child who liked the teachers. The teacher pointed to the pen in Yang Bo's hand and said, "Students who have not bought a fountain pen had better buy the kind of fountain pen in Yang Bo's hand, which is of the right thickness and suitable for just practicing writing fountain pen characters." ”

Hearing what the teacher said, the students took a closer look at what Yang Bo's fountain pen looked like, and a few of them even ran over to see it. "It's good for the students to remember this style, stationery stores sell it, and let parents lead them to buy it after school. The teacher looked at the students who ran over and said, "Now please all go back to your seats, let's go to class first." After saying that, several people looked at the teacher and hurried back.

After school, I said to my mother, "Mom, I started to learn to write with a fountain pen, and the teacher asked me to buy a fountain pen." When my mother heard this, she said, "If you want to write pen, then buy it." Then he thought for a moment and said to his father, "Take it and buy it, and see what you can buy." "Where can I go up there and buy it?" asked my father. "Just north of the intersection of the fishponds, there's a stationery store, you know?" said the mother. "Oh, that place, I know. The father replied. "You take him there and see if there's something for sale. Mother said and urged Father, "Go now, come back and eat." My father looked at me and said, "Do you have to buy it today?" and I said, "Well, I'll use it tomorrow." "Then go ahead. My father said, putting on his coat and beckoning to me, "Let's go." ”

I walked behind my father, and when I arrived at the store, the boss greeted my father: "What do you want?" As he spoke, the boss smiled. The father said, "Buy a pen for the child." The boss looked at the rows of pens on the glass counter and asked, "What do you want?" The boss looked at me and said, "Let's take a look, what kind of one do you like." "I looked at the many pens, thick and thin, tall and short, all kinds of colors. I found Yang Bo who said to his father: "This is what my teacher said is suitable for people who have just started to learn to write with a fountain pen." My father looked at the pen I was pointing at and said, "Do you all buy this?" I nodded and said, "Well, the teacher said." "How much does this cost?" I kept looking at the pen while my father asked the shop owner about the price.

My father not only bought a fountain pen, but also a bottle of ink, blue. When I got the fountain pen, I was happy in my heart, and I couldn't put it down, the pen was orange, and the cap was stainless steel, with a metallic luster. On the pen is written the word hero. When I got home, I was shaking happily in front of my mother. "I bought it, it looks good. Mother said with a smile. I walked away and went inside to fiddle with myself.

The pen writing does look a lot better, but there is always a lot of trouble in using it at first. I can't grasp the force, the tip of the pen is split, pressed into the inside of the pen, etc., and the ink can always cause trouble. Whenever there is no water, I like to shake the pen, and if I accidentally use more force, the ink will be thrown everywhere, on the ground, on tables and chairs, and on other students' bodies.

Ink is embarrassing on clothes and hard to wash. Boys get angry and quarrel with boys, and it is indispensable to get angry and quarrel with girls, get angry and quarrel and cry to find the teacher•••••• the teacher is so busy and can't finish the lawsuit. Later, in order to reduce the incident, whenever the pen did not come out of the water, we would hold the pen on the desk, and knock the tip of the pen in the air. This can't get it on others, but when the pen suddenly comes out of the water, it will drop a big egg of ink on the notebook or desk, and I often get a hand. Once, a classmate put a pen in his trouser pocket and forgot about it. By the time I remembered, all the ink in the pen had flowed out, and my pants had been stained with ink.

Not to mention how to practice the pen calligraphy, after a long time, everyone has become a little expert in repairing the pen. The general problems are repaired, and the worst is to change the nib. Writing with a pen is actually quite troublesome, and it is gone if you can't write much in a tube of ink. Composition writing was added to the third-grade Chinese class, and the teacher often asked us to copy the text, which was very troublesome to use pen and ink to suck it up. At that time, it was okay to write as long as it was blue, and when the teacher no longer required the use of a fountain pen to write, we all started to use ballpoint pens instead of fountain pens. I don't know how many times the amount of a ballpoint pen refill is used as a fountain pen, which is very suitable for copying texts and writing essays, etc., and the ballpoint pen is much faster and cheaper than a fountain pen.

In order to improve their writing skills, the teacher suggested that each student should keep a diary every day. The teacher said: "The students went home and told their parents to ask them to buy you a diary, preferably left and right, and there is a stationery store." The same thing the teacher said when he asked him to buy a fountain pen, and he said it again this time.

Regarding the diary, the teacher said: "The diary is to write about the events of the day, which can be short or long, and there is no requirement for the number of words. But a diary needs to be written every day, a diary diary, a diary is not called a diary if you don't keep it for a day. It is necessary to develop a habit of recording the bits and pieces of life. Write every day before going to bed. Then, the diary is a personal privacy, the teacher will not check it, nor will it read it, you can just put it yourself. However, the teacher hopes that the students will persevere, and insist on writing well every day?" The students spoke in unison. (Ah, it feels naïve to write this kind of dialogue now.) ）

Little did I know at the time that keeping a diary would be a source of distress for me later in life.

My mother was very interested in me writing a diary. Buy me a notebook and watch me write every day, and if I don't look at it, my mother will check it when it's finished. The most unbearable thing for me was that my mother was illiterate, and every time I finished writing a diary, my mother asked me to read it to her. There are many things in life, and the little ninety-nine in my heart likes to tell it in my diary at the beginning. But how can you tell anyone else about this kind of thing except yourself, even if it's your own mother.

At first, I was very resistant, and I was reluctant to read it to my mother. I don't know why, but my mother would discipline me very badly because she was very strict with me, and her face was ugly, and I was very scared. I couldn't bear the pressure, so I had to read it to my mother. I used to like to keep a diary, but because I had to read it to my mother, I became very resistant to writing a diary. In order to cope with the pass, it is impossible for this diary to write what is in your heart, you can only hide something in your heart, and your feelings in life and your views on the characters are also hidden in your heart.

Every day is a fixed routine, from morning to night, what you do, a record of what you do. After writing, read it to your mother, and then finish. I don't understand why my mother is so keen on the diary I write, and she doesn't leave it behind every day. I'm very annoyed.

Sometimes my mother was unhappy, and I would praise my mother in my diary, and when I read it to her, she would be much happier. And then I got better, even though I wrote it against my will. Other people's diaries are kept in their own place, or locked up, and my diary is thrown on the table at home, and for me, there is nothing in this diary.