Stories about ink, stories about drinking ink texts ?

There's also an ink bro in front of me, is it running out? No! It was only used a few times after it was bought and was put on the radiator by my little owner, who had a messy room so often she couldn't find anything.

One night the bottle of ink was sleeping in the radiator, and because the little master forgot to close the window, the wind came, blew the curtains, and brought the poor ink brother down, and fell to the ground, and the ink flowed out and flowed onto the little master's school bag, and the school bag and the floor were changed by it.

When I first bought it, the little owner loved me! She also gently put me in the box every time she finished sucking up the ink. Of course I was very happy, and thought that I had met an attentive little master.

The black ink next to me told me: "Don't be too happy, the little master is such a characteristic, she cherishes the things she just bought, but after a long time, it can't be like this." "Of course, I didn't care about it.

Who knows, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. Sure enough, the little master gradually stopped putting me in the box, and sometimes even forgot to close my lid.

Something even more terrible happened, that day, the little master came home from school, came to the room, and did not look at me, I had a sense of foreboding. Somehow, the little master wanted to put the lamp in the living room to do homework, at that time, it was already dark, the room was a little dark, she was just about to take the lamp away, the corner of the lamp brought me down, I did not close the lid, the ink ran down the study table. Because the study table was slanted, my whole body slid down, and the little master felt as if water had flowed on him, and he thought to himself, "Where did the water come from?"

The moment I shattered, I finally glanced at the little master, "Little master, do you know that this is much worse than the water running down, and the color of the new clothes that your mother bought for you has been changed by me." ”

My life is so miserable! In the next life, I will definitely not be at this little master's house.

The story of Wang Xizhi eating ink.

When Wang Xizhi was young, he practiced calligraphy very hard. It is said that the broken brushes he used to practice calligraphy were piled together to form a small mountain, and people called it "Pen Mountain". There was a small pool next to his house, where he used to wash brushes and inkstones, and then the water in the small pool turned black, and people called this small pool "ink pool".

When he grew up, Wang Xizhi's handwriting was quite good, and he still insisted on practicing his handwriting every day. One day, he was so engrossed in his study that he forgot to eat. Yahuan brought his favorite garlic paste and steamed buns, urging him to eat, but he still buried his head in writing as if he didn't hear it.

Yahuan had no choice but to tell his wife. When Mrs. and Yahuan came to the study, they saw Wang Xizhi holding an ink-stained steamed bun and putting it in his mouth, making his mouth black. They couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy while eating, and when his eyes were still looking at the words, he mistakenly dipped the ink in garlic. Mrs. said to Wang Xizhi distressedly: "You have to take care of your health!"

If I want to have my own way of writing, I have to work hard. After a period of hard work, Wang Xizhi finally wrote a new font that is beautiful and fluent. Everyone praised him for his handwriting as easy as Caiyun and as strong as a flying dragon, and he was also recognized as one of the outstanding calligraphers in the history of our country.

In the old streets of Venice, Italy, the Danish fairy tale writer Hans Christian Andersen walked thoughtfully, trying to find a hotel to stay in and write a well-conceived fairy tale as soon as possible. There was a not-so-clean inn on the side of the road, and Andersen walked into it without selectivity.

The innkeeper opened the door to a room. Hans Christian Andersen went in and hurriedly wrote. However, it is not easy to find some ink here.

On the table, there was only a little ink left in a silver ink bottle, and after writing for a while, the bottle was almost dry. Andersen had an idea, added some water to the inkwell, wrote for a while, added some water, picked up the inkwell and shook ......The manuscript he wrote was lighter than the color of the line, and in the end he could not write. That fairy tale was not finished.

Andersen looked at the empty inkwell and smiled helplessly. At this time, he was suddenly inspired by the empty inkwell and had the next fairy tale to write - the story left at the bottom of the dried inkwell.

This is how the writer Hans Christian Andersen observed all sorts of things in order to capture inspiration. So, one fairy tale is not finished, and the next fairy tale is again, even if it is an empty inkwell, it is a good topic. That's his ingenuity!

Students, looking at the grass and trees in front of you, a thread, can you use your own eyes to find beauty in the things that others are used to? Write down your hunger discovery and integrate it into your feelings, which is a "wonderful article".

1.Fable story how to write 600 words on ink and paper.

Why don't you go to the Internet to check it, and after you find it, you can modify it yourself, and then the teacher won't say that you copied it.

2.A collection of fables.

Carpenter's door. A carpenter makes a good door. He spent a lot of time building a door for his family, and he thought that the materials for this door were real, and the eggplant branches were well-made, and they would be durable.

Later, the nail on the door rusted and a board fell, and the carpenter found a nail to patch it, and the door was intact again. Then another nail fell, and the carpenter replaced it with another nail; Then another board rotted, and the carpenter found another board and replaced it; When the deadbolt was broken, the carpenter replaced it with another one; The door shaft was broken, and the carpenter replaced it with another ......

Years later, the door was damaged numerous times, but it was repaired by carpenters and is still strong and durable. The carpenter is very proud, thanks to this craft, otherwise the door would have broken and I don't know what to do.

One day, one of his neighbors said to him, "You are a carpenter, look at your door!" When the carpenter looked closely, he realized that his neighbor's doors were all new and of fine texture, while his own doors were old and broken, and overgrown with "patches".

The carpenter was very puzzled, and couldn't help laughing: "It is this craft of mine that makes my door dilapidated and old. ”

Enlightenment: It is important to learn a craft, but it is more important to change the way of thinking, technical attainments are a wealth, but it is also a door that can close oneself.

Horse-drawn cars. Oil was discovered on land in Oklahoma, which was owned by an elderly Indian. The old Indian, who had spent his entire life in poverty, suddenly became rich when he discovered oil, so he bought a Cadillac limousine, a Lincoln top hat, a butterfly tie, and a large black cigar in his mouth, which was his "equipment" when he went out.

Every day he drove.