Let me tell you about my family trip last summer. It was a tourist tour in Da Lat. The bus departs at three o'clock in time for the ferry. I thought my car had arrived at the ferry earlier, I did not expect a few cars to be parked ahead. Dad took my hand and led it to the ferry, while mother, holding up the sleeping Van, went up first. The ferry starts the engine to the river. Thirty minutes later, the ferry docked. Sitting in the car, I thought I could never sleep, yet I fell asleep without knowing it. It was not until the cart climbed up the slope, and the baby Van called, I woke up. Looking ahead, the bit paved road squeezed Up and down it looked like a zigzag line on a map. The first attraction that the driver parked is the Prenn waterfall. I cried out: Prenn Falls here! So beautiful, little Van, right? It was just like on the television I saw on a weather forecast program. Cool steam rises. And the water poured down from above into a line, a white rainbow. Dad took us on a pontoon bridge around the lake, to the waterfall, he told the photographer to press two types of two as a souvenir. After an hour, we left Prenn Falls and got into the city.
