In my pencil-box, there lives an uncle who can talk very well. Because I usually write with a pencil, Uncle Pen usually sleeps in my pencil box and is lazy. Only when there is a hard-pen calligraphy class on Friday will I take my uncle out of the pencil case and start practicing calligraphy on white paper.
Uncle Pen is thin and tall. Wearing a dark brown suit, a golden belt around her stomach, a golden tie around her neck, a golden hat on her head and a pair of golden shoes on her feet! Very beautiful.
When Uncle Pen is thirsty, he doesn't work. Only after drinking enough ink will he continue to work. I like Uncle Pen very much. He is my good friend.