Winter vacation life travels to Changsha, Hunan.

Last Sunday. My father and I went to Changsha. We went down the mountain in the morning. I saw wooded mountains and wild flowers in full bloom. We climbed up the mountain along the mountain road. Halfway up the hill, I felt a little tired. It began to rain, and my silk umbrella in Xihu was leaking. Dad said to me, "Bob, don't give up halfway." Finally, I insisted on reaching the top of the mountain, and the scenery on the top of the mountain was so beautiful. We are flying kites. Finally, we went home. Finally, I have kept this umbrella ever since. I'm very happy.