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