In my hometown, there is a famous park—Golden Hill Park.

One spring morning, my classmates and I went to visit the park. What a nice spring day itwas! All the flowers were at their best.

When we got at① the gate of the park, a beautiful picture came into view. The flowerssmiled at us. Some fish with red tails swam happy② in the lake. Along the road we came to agrand temple. Two stone lions sat opposite to each other. A fat man looked at us smiling fromear to ear. Then we stepped into the long corridor, which was divided into eleven rooms. Besidethe rooms, a newly-built beautiful temple came into our eyes. Suddenly we heard a clear ringof a bell, then we looked up. For③ our surprise, the big bell would ring whenever the wind wasblowing.

What made us most excited was to climb the hill. It took us more than twenty minutes toclimb the hill. Standing at the top of the hill, we found what④ beautiful the city was. The newbuildings were countless. The white clouds floated above our heads. It was time for us to returnhome. We all felt excited.