I have a delicate pencil-box,which my father bought for me on a business trip.I like it very much,regard it as my good friend,with its muscles.
I put my pencil-box carefully put my bag,let it go with me to school,together with me in class,listen to the teacher's words.After school,I again to take it home.It is my trusted friend,I often with it say my little secret,my misery.
I have a pencil-box,I love it forever.
