One Sunday my mother had me take my little young brother to the a trip to the country. She bade me take good care of him.
While we were walking along the road， the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing gently. We saw the beautiful flowers smile at us and heard the birds sing their sweet songs on the trees. The scenery was indeed very pretty.
When we felt tired， we returned home. We saw Mother wait for us at the door.