Wu Shiyan's composition is 600 words.

It's sunny today, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. We came to the long-awaited Shiyan House.

Wu and I ran at the front, came to the stream and saw a group of wild geese swimming freely in the stream. I picked up a stone and threw it at them, scaring the birds out of their wits and running around.

My classmates and I ran to the top of the mountain along the long stone steps in one breath. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the stone steps look like a dragon lying on the hillside. The maple leaves on both sides of the stone steps are as red as flames. There is also a house made of rocks on the top of the mountain, engraved with the words "Shiyan House". It seems to me that this house was made by gods in the sky.

When I went down the mountain, I slipped and tripped over the fallen leaves all over the floor. At the foot of the mountain, we saw another orange orchard. Oranges hung on the tree like lanterns, and the branches were bent. The farmer's uncle was carrying baskets of oranges, and his face showed the joy of harvest.