ASpringOuting

　　Springcamewithallitsglories.Thenewgrassexposeditsgreencolour.Theprettyflowersopenedtheirblossoms.Weweretemptedtogoforanouting.

　　ItwasSunday,the20thofApril.Wesetoutveryearlyonbikes,carryingbottlesofchampagne,beerandbagsofcakes,baconandcookedeggs.Werodealongthewindingpathsinthefields,acrossthemeadowsanddowntheroads.Thewillowwerefreshandgreen.Theswallowswereflyingtoandfro,upanddownthesky.Thebirds,likemusicians,snangtheirmelodioussongsinthetrees,andthebutterflies,likecolorfuldancers,wereflutteringhereandthere.Webreathedthefreshairdeeplyandlaughedheartily.

　　At10a.m.wearrivedatthefootofthe$hushanHill.Weleftourbikeswithabike-repairingshopandbegantoclimbuptheHill.Nearthetop,underabigtreewithluxuriantfoliagewehadourpicnic.Wedrankandate,talkedandlaughed.Afterthepicnicwestoodinthebreezewithourhandsonourwaists,enjoyingthefinelandscape.Thenwelayonthegrasstalkingaboutourlifeandstudies.

　　Atabout4p.m.,wereturnedwithbalmygreennessonourbacksandfreshnessinourhearts