Spring cam with ail its gloris. Th nw grass xposd its grn colour. Th prtty flowrs opnd thir blossoms. W wr tmptd to go for an outing. It was Sunday, th 20th of April W st out vry arly on biks, carrying bottls of champagn, br and bags of caks, bacon and cookd ggs. W rod along th winding paths in th filds, across th madows and down th roads. Th willow wr frsh and grn. Th swallows wr flying to and fro, up and down th sky. Th birds, lik musicians, snang thir mlodious songs in th trs, and th buttrflis, lik colorful dancrs, wr fluttring hr and thr. W brathd th frsh air dply and laughd hartily. At 10 a.m. w arrivd at th foot of th Shushan Hill. W lft our biks with a bik rpairing shop and bgan to climb up th Hill. Nar th top, undr a big tr with luxuri ant foliag w had our picnic. W drank and at, talkd and laughd. Aftr th picnic w stood in th brz with our hands on our waists, njoying th fin landscap. Thn w lay on th grass talking about our lif and studis. At about 4 p. m. , w rturnd with balmy grnnss on our backs and frshnss in our harts.