Lastsunday.Iandmyfather,mother,grandparents,brotherwenttobailongshanbybus.Inthemorningwecamedownthemountain.Isawwoodedmountains,wildflowersbloom.Weclimbupthehillalongthemountainpath.Comehalfwayupthemountain,Ifeelalittletired,itbegantorain,MyWestLakesilkumbrellamissed,.Dadsaidtome,“tingting,don"tdoanythinghalfway.”atlast,SoIinsistedreachedthetop,thetopofthescenerysobeautiful.Wewereflyingkites,Iwasthirsty,mymotherboughtmeabottleofwater,.finallywewenthome.finally,Sincethen,I"vekepttheumbrella。iwasveryhappy