今天下午我放学回家，坐在炕上准备写小笔头。我打开小笔头，呀，本子没有片了。我换了一个新本，这时想起以前的小笔头就问姥姥：“我以前的小笔头呢？”“不知道！自己乱放，没有了。”我哭了，呜——我的心血白费了！呜——妈妈说：“你姥可能扫灶坑烧火了。”我一听，心都要碎了。妈妈帮我在屋里和下房都找遍了，只找到一本。我又看到了我的小笔头。
This afternoon I came home from school and sat on the Kang to write a little pen. I open the little pen, ah, there is no tablet in the book. I changed a new book, and then I thought of my old pen and asked grandma, "where's my old pen?" "I don't know! Let's put them in disorder, no more. " I cried, Woo - my efforts were in vain! Wu - my mother said, "your grandmother may have swept the hearth and set fire." When I listen, my heart will break. My mother helped me find one in the room and the next. I saw my little pen again.
妈妈提议我把这事写在小笔头上。最后我把这件事写到了我心爱的小笔头上，提醒我以后不要丢三落四的，好好珍藏我的小笔头，唉，我拿什么来补丢失的小笔头啊！
My mother suggested that I write it down in a small pen. At last, I wrote this matter on my beloved little pen, and reminded me not to lose my little pen in the future, and to treasure my little pen, alas, what can I take to make up for the lost little pen!