Lastsunday.Iandmyfatherwenttojiazhen.Inthemorningwecamedownthemountain.Isawwoodedmountains,wildflowersbloom.Weclimbupthehillalongthemountainpath.Comehalfwayupthemountain,Ifeelalittletired，itbegantorain,MyWestLakesilkumbrellamissed,.Dadsaidtome,“bobs，don’tdoanythinghalfway.”atlast，SoIinsistedreachedthetop,thetopofthescenerysobeautiful.Wewereflyingkites,.finallywewenthome.finally，Sincethen,I'vekepttheumbrella。iwasveryhappy