That morning, after I finished breakfast, my father called me to him and said, "Yuyu, go to the street and send a letter to my father." I am very happy to hear that. I think: I can free myself from my summer homework today and go to the library to read picture books.
I bought stamps and envelopes when I arrived at the post office. When I was about to write the envelope, I found that I forgot to bring my pen. I'm worried. At this time, a PLA uncle next to me saw my mind. He sealed the written envelope, smiled and handed me a beautiful pen and went to the counter to buy stamps himself. I finished writing the envelope and saw my uncle still in the crowd. I looked at this pen and thought, what a beautiful pen! It's also a hero brand! If only it belonged to me! Thinking about thinking, a thought flashed through my mind-take it away!
Walking, when my eyes fell on the glittering word "hero" again, my heart seemed to be stabbed: hero? What hero? Is it a hero to steal your uncle's pen? My uncle helped me when I was in trouble, but I was ungrateful and took his pen instead!
Thinking of this, I suddenly turned around and ran towards the post office in the scorching sun. As I ran, I muttered to myself: Uncle, I was wrong!