I have a beautiful pencil, which my mother picked out in the supermarket.
This pencil was beautiful when it came to the new house! It has a slim body, wearing red and black clothes, with a high hat on its head, which is a red rubber, and its aluminum skin is like a silver scarf. This pencil has been with me for nearly a month. It accompanied me to write a line of beautiful words, draw a beautiful picture, and make accurate math problems. It helped me to get the best score in the exam, but now its body has become shorter, and its coat is no longer so bright. But still reluctant to throw it away, because this pen contains my mother's hope for me.