After dinner, my sister and mother and I visited the beautiful county tower.

Along the way, my sister and I sang beautiful songs and birds flew overhead. They seem to say, "children, what a beautiful song you sing!" " "

The tree cries "cicada, cicada". "It's cicada, cicada tells people that summer is coming," said mother. My sister and I nodded. I thought, "Aren't those cicadas tired of singing?" Thinking about it, I couldn't help looking up at a big tree in the sky, hoping that cicadas would appear.

Let's go Let's go We walked halfway up the mountain, and a cool breeze blew on our faces. I was full of energy at once. The wind blew across my cheeks, adding a bit of coolness to the hot earth. Flowers and plants are swaying in the wind and dancing Latin dance.

"wow! How beautiful these flowers are! " Sister cried. Say that finish, picked some beautiful flowers. I saw it, dazzled. There are red, yellow, white and blue flowers. I reached out my hand to pick some flowers. "I can't see these flowers if I pick them, or I won't pick them." I took my hand back. My sister saw it and shrank back shyly. My mother saw it and gave me a thumbs-up and praised me for growing up.