Since I am far away from my hometown, I acutely become aware of miss my hometown so much. Gradually, the fragments of my childhood come back to me all the time. I have many pleasant recollection of the time with my brother. When we were Young, my mom and dad were always busy with their work. But no matter how busy they were, every year they would spend one day taking us out of the town going to the park, zoo or doing some shopping at downtown. Also, we went to restaurants and chose what we liked to eat and so on. Those memories recalling the days of childhood are like a sweet dream.
One Sunday, it was a warm beautiful spring day, my family went to climb the Guishan Hill, which is located in Wuhan Guishan Park. At that time I was six years old, my older brother almost eight years old. My father told us whoever could get to the top of the hill first would win a prize. We jumped with joy, our face lit up when we heard the news. We were shouting and cheering with abandon then started to run up to the hill. At first I took the lead. A few minutes later I was breathless and my brother were ahead of me. The air was very fresh, and soft masses of the waving grass and beautiful flowers made me drowsy; there were many kinds of flowers. The air was saturated with the perfume of the flowers on top of which there were countless butterflies. A freeze wafts the sweet smell of roses, I let my lungs fill with the scented air. Balmy air sent it's warm invitation for me to rest. But I followed my thirsty for the prize and continued climbing. We finally trudged up the hill
We enjoyed the fascinating view and had a picnic. From top the hill we could see the Yangtse River, Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge, and Ancient Lute Pavilion. At six o'clock, the changing vivid colors of the sunset are really fabulous. We danced our way down the hill with joy in our hearts. The view was so beautiful when we on top the hill.
Unfortunately, on that day I didn't get a price, because I was the last one who reached the top of the hill, but I felt so happy my old brother won a prize, a harmonica. When my father took out the harmonica, my brother stared at my father in complete disbelief; my brother's no believer in miracles, and it was a pleasant surprise for him. He was looking over and over again at the harmonica with a smiling face with great joy. The harmonica was shiny and made of steel, which can last long; still, it looks like new. This surprised him and gave him a lifetime enjoyment of music. Later on he played different instruments. After that day my brother played his harmonica everyday when he had time. Our home was filled with all kinds of different music, such as Chinese popular songs and classical music. The music was appealing to me, and I was the lucky one to grow up with the music surrounding me. My older brother influenced me with the music, and when he graduated from the college, he gave the harmonica to me, right now this harmonica still in the my purse. This harmonica is a cherished trophy with me for many years, it is become symbol to me, and I believe this is why I still enjoy music and playing piano.
Through my life, I have so many things to write on; the reason why I choose this object is that many years later this memory is still very clear in my head. I have a vagrant life which makes it very easy to feel homesick. This harmonica with me through wind storm rain, no matter my life ups and downs. My brother's cheerful music will be with me forever. Sometimes I see him appear in front of me, playing the music with a smile.
