I remember that day, which happened to be my birthday, but my father was on a business trip and hasn't come back yet. I can't help but think of the poem "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" written by the poet Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. "Ding Dong" heard the familiar doorbell, and I rushed to open it. Opening the door, I saw, "Dad!" I was overjoyed and jumped into my father's arms. At this moment, my father took out a pen from his briefcase and said it was for me. I am ecstatic. This pen is very beautiful. On the surface, it is China's national treasure-the giant panda. The giant panda is eating bright green bamboo. So cute! This pen is not only beautiful, but also easy to use. It writes fluently, and you won't get tired of writing with this pen. I can't put down this perfect pen.
The next day, I took it to school to open my eyes to my classmates, who were shocked. Until I came back from physical education class, an unexpected thing happened to me. My panda pen is missing, and I am in tears. After the students learned that, they talked noisily. After listening to the students' comments, I was even more anxious and called the teacher. When the teacher wanted to search the schoolbag, my deskmate, Xiaodong's face turned red and he was sweating. I doubted him at first, and finally, as I expected, my pen was really in his bag. Xiaodong quickly explained to everyone, "This is my pen." "Who believes? This is obviously mine, "I said, and we quarreled." Xiaodong, admit it when you know it! " The teacher said, "What a good boy!" "Xiaodong repeatedly explained," That's really mine ... ""Xiaodong, you have to admit that you took something from others! " The teacher yelled at Xiaodong loudly, and Xiaodong shed tears. When I got home, I found my pen in my pocket. In the afternoon, I hurried into the classroom to apologize to Xiaodong, but it was too late because the teacher said Xiaodong had transferred to another school. I picked up two identical pens and sighed. Tears welled up in my eyes and shed two lines of tears of regret.
I really regret why I didn't figure it out and blame Xiaodong. I really hate myself. I lost a friend for a pen. I want to cherish these two pens, just like my friendship with Xiaodong, but also like a thorn in my heart. When I was lying in bed, I remembered my story with a pen, and tears flowed down and into my mouth. It's salty ...