春游（ASpringOuting）Springcamewithailitsglories.Thenewgrassexposeditsgreencolour.Theprettyflowersopenedtheirblossoms.Weweretemptedtogoforanouting.ItwasSunday,the20thofAprilWesetoutveryearlyonbikes,carryingbottlesofchampagne,beerandbagsofcakes,baconandcookedeggs.Werodealongthewindingpathsinthefields,acrossthemeadowsanddowntheroads.Thewillowwerefreshandgreen.Theswallowswereflyingtoandfro,upanddownthesky.Thebirds,likemusicians,snangtheirmelodioussongsinthetrees,andthebutterflies,likecolorfuldancers,wereflutteringhereandthere.Webreathedthefreshairdeeplyandlaughedheartily.At10a.m.wearrivedatthefootoftheShushanHill.WeleftourbikeswithabikerepairingshopandbegantoclimbuptheHill.Nearthetop,underabigtreewithluxuriantfoliagewehadourpicnic.Wedrankandate,talkedandlaughed.Afterthepicnicwestoodinthebreezewithourhandsonourwaists,enjoyingthefinelandscape.Thenwelayonthegrasstalkingaboutourlifeandstudies.Atabout4p.m.,wereturnedwithbalmygreennessonourbacksandfreshnessinourhearts.1
