A sentence describing my uncle

My second uncle is just in his early fifties. He has a square face, a wide forehead and a bald head. He always wears a gray suit with a belt around his waist and starts to bang.

My uncle frowned, his short hair stood upright, and his thick hands scratched his hair from time to time.

Under the cotton hat, my uncle's familiar face caught my eye: broad forehead, thick eyebrows, a pair of small but intense eyes.

My uncle lay on the ground, stretched out his limbs, and relaxed his sore bones and muscles.

My uncle's face rose like red pepper, and two shoes dawdled on the floor, either going or not.

I brought water, only to find that my uncle drank enough like a long drought, adding endless strength all over.

My little brother looks like a handsome and confident college student. He likes to put his hand in his trouser pocket, open his suit and stride.