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