Lastsunday.Iandsamwenttohuashanbybus.Inthemorningwecamedownthemountain.Isawwoodedmountains,wildflowersbloom.Weclimbupthehillalongthemountainpath.Comehalfwayupthemountain,Ifeelalittletired,itbegantorain,MyWestLakesilkumbrellamissed,.samsaidtome,“Jill,don’tdoanythinghalfway.”atlast,SoIinsistedreachedthetop,thetopofthescenerysobeautiful.Wewereflyingkites,iwasveryhappy