A children's poem written by a twelve-year-old boy, about pencil boxes, not too many. Hurry, hurry, hurry! ! ! ! !

I have a magical pencil box,

it contains my happiness,

when I opened it,

ran out There was a lot of laughter.

I have a magical pencil box,

it contains a bright torch,

when I opened it,

wafted out A warm house.

I have a magical pencil box,

it contains all the knowledge,

When I opened it,

it was bookish The breath surrounds my whole body.