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 .