Last Sunday. I and my father, mother, grandparents, brother went to niushoushan by bus.
In the morning we came down the mountain. I saw wooded mountains, wild flowers bloom. We climb up the hill along the mountain path. Come halfway up the mountain, I feel a little tired，it began to rain,My West Lake silk umbrella missed,. Dad said to me,“Jill， don’t do anything halfway.”at last，So I insisted reached the top, the top of the scenery is so beautiful.We were flying kites, I was thirsty, my mother bought me a bottle of water.Finally we went home.
Last Sunday. I and my father, mother, grandparents, brother went to niushoushan by bus.
In the morning we came down the mountain. I saw wooded mountains, wild flowers bloom. We climb up the hill along the mountain path. Come halfway up the mountain, I feel a little tired，it began to rain,My West Lake silk umbrella missed,. Dad said to me,“Jill， don’t do anything halfway.”at last，So I insisted reached the top, the top of the scenery is so beautiful.We were flying kites, I was thirsty, my mother bought me a bottle of water.Finally we went home.
Since then, I"ve kept the umbrella。