Last I and my father went to In the morning we came down the I saw wooded mountains, wild flowers We climb up the hill along the mountain Come halfway up the mountain, I feel a little tired，it began to rain,My West Lake silk umbrella missed, Dad said to me,“bobs， don’t do anything ”at last，So I insisted reached the top, the top of the scenery so We were flying kites, finally we went finally，Since then, I've kept the umbrella。i was very happy
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