Ever since I saw the story of "a wonderful pen", I have been longing for a wonderful pen, so that I can turn everything I write or draw into something real.

I often wonder: If I have this magic pen and only have one chance, what should I do with it? Is it colorful clothes or delicious food? Do you draw one bill after another, or one diamond jewelry after another? I thought hard for a long time, and finally one day ...

That day, I remember very clearly that I was kicking a shuttlecock in the yard, and the raindrops as big as beans suddenly fell from the sky, getting denser and more urgent. But my father took my hand and went out. I asked him where he was going. "You will know when you arrive."

My father and I came to a shabby hut. Oh, my God, Dad, we braved the downpour to see this stupid house? I muttered to myself. I looked down at the shiny white shoes, and now they are a pile of dirt. At this moment, a skinny girl ran out and I looked at her. Her hair is messy, she is dressed thinly, her clothes are patched and she has no shoes on her feet. "Uncle, it's raining so hard, come and sit inside!" Dad smiled. "Thank you."

When we walked into the house, it was the first time I saw such a broken house: the roof leaked, the ground was wet, and there was dirty soil. The room is extremely simple: a Zhang Jun bed, a chair and a small round table. I pulled my dad: "Let's go."

On the way home, my father told me what happened to the girl. Her name is Ajie. When Ajie was very young, his father died of illness. During her illness, her father spent almost all his savings and lost valuable things at home. My mother couldn't stand the blow. She was so sad and mad that she left home a year later and her whereabouts were unknown. Ajie became an orphan who was left unattended. Hearing this, many enthusiastic neighbors extended a helping hand to Ajie, and the school even made an exception to let Ajie go to school for free.

I asked my father, "Why doesn't she go to an orphanage and live alone in this broken house?"

"I heard that that room has Ajie's best memories, and she is reluctant to leave." I understand. nod.

I suddenly had an idea. If I had a magic pen, I would draw a beautiful house next to this house for Ajie to live in, and draw a muddy path into a spacious asphalt road surrounded by all kinds of flowers, birds and butterflies.

I told my father what I thought, and my father said earnestly, "Well, it will make the magic pen more valuable."

In fact, most of us have a magic pen in our hands. This magic pen is our intelligence. I am eager to get a magic pen that can become something real, but I am more eager to add luster to my life with this magic pen full of wisdom and wisdom.