【日记】小学生我的文具盒日记300字：今天我整理文具盒

文具盒的大搬家日

十月十四日 星期三 阴。

今天放学的时候，老师说：大家整理一下自己的文具盒。我想，这也太简单了，结果一动手，我的文具盒乱得不得了。

我把文具盒翻过来，哗啦一下全倒在桌上。跳出来的有三块橡皮：一块白的变成灰的，一块被我用圆珠笔戳了个洞，还有一块小得捏都捏不住。接着滚出来五支铅笔，头都是钝的，笔杆上还留着我咬过的牙印。另外有一把刻度磨没了的尺子、半片量角器、一把纸团，还有一些铅笔屑。我的桌子一下子变成了文具店门口的垃圾堆。

我把文具盒拿出来，用湿巾擦。藏了很久的蓝格子花纹露出来了，连盒角上那只小熊贴纸都好像抬起了头。我擦了一遍，又擦了一遍，连盒盖里面也擦得干干净净。

接下来是放回去。我又高又尖的两支铅笔站第一排，尺子平平地躺第二排，橡皮和半片量角器塞进旁边的小口袋。纸团扔进垃圾桶，铅笔屑我倒进了垃圾袋。那支咬秃头的铅笔和捏不住的橡皮，我想了想，装进家里一个旧眼镜盒，妈妈说它们还能当替补。

中午，小冬举着他的文具盒给我看，他的比我的还乱，里面有一把断铅笔芯。我告诉他，我的文具盒以前也这样，他惊讶得眼睛都大了。他还把里面的东西倒在餐巾纸上数了数，数出七个纸团，脸红了一下，问我：那你现在怎么放的？我给他看我的第一排第二排，他一边看一边点头，说明天他也搬家。

文具盒咔哒一声合上了，比之前薄了一半。我摇了摇，它不再哗啦哗啦响。晚上我在日记里写：把东西倒出来很容易，把它们放回去放整齐，反而更难。可是我喜欢这个薄薄的文具盒。

Moving Day in My Pencil Case

October 14th, Wednesday, cloudy.

At the end of school today our teacher said, everyone tidy up your own pencil case. I thought that would be easy. But when I really started, my pencil case was a disaster.

I turned my pencil case upside down and dumped everything onto the desk with a crash. Out jumped three erasers: a white one gone grey, one with a hole poked in it by my ballpoint pen, and one so small I could hardly pinch it. Then five pencils rolled out, all blunt, their bodies still showing the tooth marks I had chewed into them. There was also a ruler with its markings worn away, half a protractor, a handful of paper balls, and some pencil shavings. In one second my desk looked like the ground outside a stationery shop.

I took out the pencil case and wiped it with a wet wipe. The blue checkered pattern that had been hiding under the dirt came out, and even the little bear sticker on the corner of the lid seemed to lift its head. I wiped once, then a second time, and the inside of the lid was spotless too.

Then came putting things back. My two tallest sharpened pencils stood in the front row, the ruler lay flat in the second row, and the eraser and the half protractor tucked into the small side pocket. The paper balls went into the rubbish bin, and I poured the shavings into the garbage bag. The pencil with the chewed-off head and the eraser too small to pinch, I thought for a moment, then put them into an old glasses case at home. Mom said they can still be spares.

At noon, Xiao Dong held up his pencil case to show me. His was even messier than mine, with a handful of broken pencil leads inside. I told him mine used to be like that, and his eyes went wide with surprise.

The pencil case shut with a click, half as thin as before. I shook it, and it no longer rattled. Tonight I wrote in my diary: taking things out is easy, but putting them back in order is the harder part. Still, I love my thin little pencil case.

文具们搬新家

十一月三日 星期二 晴。

我的文具盒是一个带盖的两层小房子。今天，我请里面所有的居民搬出去，给房子做一次大扫除。

我打开盖子，把房子底朝天倒过来。居民们一个接一个滚出来：铅笔国王打头，它的身体被我牙咬得短短的；橡皮公主垫后，已经缩到指甲盖那么大；尺子先生又长又瘦，身上的刻度都磨没了；量角器兄弟缺了半个身子，那是上学期它从操场台阶上摔的。还有几个纸团，是偷偷住进来的小坏蛋。

我把房子拿出来，用湿巾从上到下擦。盖子上的小熊贴纸笑得亮了一点，蓝格子的墙壁也白了一个色号。擦完的房子放在桌上，闻起来有一点草莓味，那是我湿巾的味道。

现在要搬回去了。个高的铅笔上楼，站成一排；扁的尺子先生和橡皮公主下楼，躺得平平整整；半片量角器兄弟住在门口的小口袋里，它说这样出门方便。纸团们问：我们也能住吗？我说不行，这是干净的房子。它们就滚进垃圾桶了。

小卷笔刀太胖，正门挤不进去。我把它从侧面的口袋塞进去，它蹲在那里，像给房子配了一把小凳子。铅笔国王指挥大家别乱动，文具盒合上的时候，居民们都不滚来滚去了，他们都知道自己的房间了。

放学回家，我跟妈妈说，居民们都搬回房间了。她打开文具盒检查，说：哇，排得真整齐。文具盒咔哒响了一声，像是很高兴地在点头。妹妹也想来帮忙，我告诉她，居民们已经认识自己的房间了，不用帮忙，只要别把他们请出来玩太久。

睡觉前我想：要是居民每天都能自己找到回家的路，我就不用再这样大扫除了。用完就放回去，房子天天都是干净的。

The Stationery Moves House

November 3rd, Tuesday, sunny.

My pencil case is a two-storey little house with a lid. Today I asked all its residents to move out so the house could have a big cleaning.

I opened the lid and tipped the house upside down. The residents rolled out one after another. The pencil king led the way, his body short and chewed by my teeth. The eraser princess came last, already shrunk to the size of a fingernail. The ruler gentleman was long and thin, his markings worn away. The protractor brother was missing half his body, from the day he fell down the playground steps last term. And there were a few paper balls, the little villains who had moved in without asking.

I took the house out and wiped it from top to bottom with a wet wipe. The bear sticker on the lid smiled a little brighter, and the blue checkered walls turned one shade whiter. The cleaned house sat on the desk, smelling faintly of strawberries, which was the smell of my wet wipe.

Now it was time to move back in. The tall pencils went upstairs and stood in a row. The flat ruler gentleman and the eraser princess went downstairs and lay perfectly straight. The half protractor brother took the small pocket by the door, saying that way it was easier for him to get out. The paper balls asked, can we live here too? I said no, this is a clean house. So they rolled into the rubbish bin.

The little pencil sharpener was too fat for the front door. I pushed him in through the side pocket, and he squatted there like a tiny stool that came with the house. The pencil king told everyone to stay put. When the pencil case closed, nobody rolled around any more. Every resident knew his own room.

After school I told Mom the residents had moved back into their rooms. She opened the pencil case, checked inside, and said, wow, everything is in order. The pencil case clicked, as if it were nodding happily.

Before bed I thought: if the residents can each find their way home every day, I will not need a big cleaning like this again. Put things back right after using them, and the house stays clean every single day.