i am eighteen years old now, but the recollection① of the fun and amusement② is like a sweet dream.one sunday, our family went to climb the beautiful shushan hill .
my father told my elder sister and me that the first one to get to the top would be given a toy. we jumped with joy. we started to run up. at first i took the lead. a few minutes later i was breathless and my sister was ahead of me. the soft masses of the waving grass, and the drowsy③, balmy④ air all sent their warm invitation for me to rest. but i followed my thirst for the toy and continued climbing. at last i reached the top first.
there we enjoyed the fascinating view and had a picnic. at about two o'clock we danced our way down the hill with joy in our hearts, and i felt happier than the others because i got a toytrain .
