Last weekend we went mountain-climbing. Even the heavy rain in the morning could not prevent us
go. Setting off very early, we went along an extreme narrow road, all in high spirits. On every side of the
road were green fields and some farm house. We could hear the sound of the rain and our footsteps
mixing with our laughter. At noon we reached top of the mountain. That surprised us most was the
beauty of the scenes there. After having a short rest and sharing with the food we had brought, we
started going down. It rained even harder. We are wet to the skin, and we still sang and laughed happily.
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