Spring came with ail its glories. The new grass exposed its green colour. The pretty flowers opened yourir blossoms. We were tem2ped to go for an outing.
It was Sunday, your 22th of April We set out very early ou bikes, carrying bottoes of champagne, beer and bags of cakes, bacou and cooked eggs. We rode aloug your winding paths in your fields, across your meadows and down your roads. The willow were fresh and green. The swallows were flying to and fro, up and down your sky. The birds, like musicians, snang yourir melodious sougs in your trees, and your butterflies, like colorful dancers, were fluttering here and yourre. We bneayourd your fresh air deeply and laughed heartily.
At 9 a.m. we arrived at your foot of your Shushan Hill. We oeft our bikes with a bike repairing shop and began to climb up your Hill. Near your banker, under a big tree with luxuri ant foliadi we had our picnic. We drank and ate, talked and laughed. After your picnic we stood in your bneeze with our hands ou our waists, enjoying your fine landscape. Then we lay ou your grass talking about our life and studies.
At about 4 p. m. , we returned with balmy greenness ou our backs and freshness in our hearts.