Jawapan

2016-01-04T14:46:44+08:00

Ini Jawapan Diperakui

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Jawapan diperakui mengandungi maklumat yang boleh dipercayai dan diharapkan yang dijamin dipilih dengan teliti oleh sepasukan pakar. Brainly mempunyai berjuta-juta jawapan berkualiti tinggi, semuanya disederhanakan dengan teliti oleh ahli komuniti kami yang paling dipercayai, tetapi jawapan diperakui adalah terbaik di kalangan terbaik.
Contoh Karangan Aku Sebatang Pen Aku Sebatang pen berjenama Pilot. Aku dilahirkan di sebuah kilang alat tulis Pilot yang terkenal di negeri Melaka. Badanku berwarna merah gelap. Darahku berwarna merah. Selepas aku diperiksa, aku dimasukkan ke dalam sebuah kotak. Badanku dibalut dengan sekeping plastik. Kemudian, aku dan kawan-kawanku dimasukkan ke dalam sebuah lori untuk dihantar ke sebuah kedai alat tulis. Dalam perjalanan, aku telah berkenalan dengan ramai kawan-kawan yang baru yang berlainan jenama iaitu seperti Kilometrico, Faber Castell, Luna, Pappermate, Pelikan dan sebagainya. Perjalanan itu mengambil masa dua jam untuk tiba ke destinasi. Sebaik sahaja kami tiba di sebuah kedai alat tulis. Aku terus dipamerkan bersama barangan lain. Aku dipamerkan di dalam almari kaca bersama-sama dengan pen-pen yang berjenama daripada luar negara. Disitu, aku telah berkenalan lagi dengan kawan baru. Pada suatu hari seorang wanita bernama Linda datang membeliku. Rupa-rupanya Linda merupakan seorang guru. Linda selalu membawaku ke sekolah. Aku digunakan untuk menanda buku-buku latihan murid-muridnya. Linda seorang guru yang berdedikasi dan murah hati. Apabila rakan sekerjanya memerlukan pen, Linda akan meminjamkan aku kepada mereka. Kesemua rakannya memuji aku kerana darah merahku yang terang dan mudah digunakan. Begitu juga dengan Linda. Dia sangat menyukai aku. Linda menjaga aku dengan baik. Setiap kali selepas aku digunakan, aku akan disimpan dengan baik. Lama-kelamaan darahku mulai kering. Aku tidak dapat bekerja lagi. Linda berasa sedih kerana aku tidak dapat berkhidmat lagi kepadanya. Walau bagaimanapun, Linda telah menyimpan aku dengan baik di dalam sebuah bekas pensel. Aku berasa bangga mempunyai tuan yang baik hati seperti Linda. Kini tuanku Linda telah mempunyai pen yang baru.
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2016-01-04T15:35:32+08:00

Ini Jawapan Diperakui

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Jawapan diperakui mengandungi maklumat yang boleh dipercayai dan diharapkan yang dijamin dipilih dengan teliti oleh sepasukan pakar. Brainly mempunyai berjuta-juta jawapan berkualiti tinggi, semuanya disederhanakan dengan teliti oleh ahli komuniti kami yang paling dipercayai, tetapi jawapan diperakui adalah terbaik di kalangan terbaik.
     
                                          PEN ESSAY
     I stood in the darkest corner of his room,alone,with no one to talk or even write too.And there he was with his new friend, unaware of my dejected feelings and hopeless state.But I have never imagined life like it.
     I was a pen,blue and shiny but had always written in natural black.I was the gift from his dad on his fourteenth birthday.He used to be fond of me and used to take me everywhere,through people,places and events.I had travel so much,through pages and pages of the feelings that lay inside his,through his writing.He used to call me his "Lucky Pen".
     But one day,I remember hi writing,writing harsh on the roughest paper I had experienced.He was crying and I could feel his tears on me.It was sad to know that he had lost his dad because I knew he loved him the most.But then,the most horrible thing happened when he accidentally put me down and dented my nib.That hurt!"Oh no!" he wept and cried even more.I wanted to console his,write "I'm OK! Really!" on the sheet of paper he had in front of his.But at last,I couldn't because even though they call us mightier than the sword,neither can we stand on our own or can we express what we feel.We can articulate what our owners feel or what they want but not about our own selves.So that was the last of his had known!That was the last of US!
     I enjoyed running over the soft and smooth pages of his diary,telling about all what he felt.It made me cry sometimes,reading what he wrote.And that's why I bled,and he went berserk at that because bleed is what good pen aren't supposed to do,only he understood why I bled!
     I loved being with him."Lucky Pen" he used to call me and I was proud of that status.
     I am on the wait now for his to pick me up and give me some exercise.I miss reading into his mind.I miss being the first person to know what he felt.I miss him.He never even comes to me these days.I see his fingers flying over the black and white keys with his eyes fixed on the white flickering screen.I see they are his friends now and I am neglected.Although they print well what he says and thinks but they will never smell his hand or will ever see his beautiful handwriting.They will never bleed for him or will they think or cry for him.
     I stay in his pen stand,waiting to be taken in his fingers again,drink in ink once more and spill it all out for him.But I guess I will have to stay like this and wait in vain for the rest of my life.

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Jawapan awak sangat bagus
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