Last sunday. I and my father, mother, grandparents, brother went to zhanjiang 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, "zhaixiaowei, don't do anything halfway." at last, So I insisted reached the top, the top

of the scenery so beautiful. We were flying kites, I was thirsty, my mother bought me a bottle of water, .finally we went home. finally, Since then, I've kept the umbrella.

i was very happy