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 so beautiful.We were flying kites, ate cold rice noodles .finally we went home.finally,Since then, I"ve kept the umbrella。i was very happy
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 so beautiful.We were flying kites, ate cold rice noodles .finally we went home.finally,Since then, I"ve kept the umbrella。i was very happy