A Riding Travel
Not long ago, I went to the International Horticultural Exposition by bike with my young active accompanies, six people altogether, and I particularly enjoyed the process of going there.
Considering the long distance, we set out early when the sun just climbed at the middle of the high mountains. I felt excited when I rode the bike, for it was the first time for me to have a bicycle riding, especially with the accompaniment of my fellows. At the beginning, we drove slowly and carefully because flows of cars passed speedily; but as soon as we pulled out of the downtown, we sped up. The fresh air and the wind’s gentle caress relaxed all of us. We talked loudly, sang happily, and guffawed. Some bold boys even spread their arms to embrace the soft wind. When we neared the destination, we stopped and had a lunch. We spread a cloth on the flat ground, and then everyone took out his or her prepared food. We sat in a circle, eating and playing. We stilled played a game named drop handkerchief, which was pretty popular when we were children. Though it sounds a bit ridiculous, we really enjoyed the funny game, and we all thought it was a valuable childhood memory. After that, we collected our leftover and rode again. We would stop to appreciate the beauty of nature and to take some wonderful pictures when the splendid view came into our eyes. Since we wasted much time on the way, the sun was already hidden behind the magnificent mountains when we finally arrived at the International Horticultural Exposition.
Despite our tiredness, we all deemed it was a rewarding experience because what we cared was not the termini, but the scenes along the road. It surely was. It was a ablaze mark to my youth, and I will commit every detail about this trip into my mind. What’s more, I’d like to enjoy the beauty of life with my these bosom friends.