I came out of the railway station. It was raining (heavy). Nothing was (bad) than the terrible weather. It was my first visit to Hangzhou to celebrate my uncle's (fifty) birthday. I called a taxi asked the driver to take me to City Square. We (drive) off slowly through the rush-hour traffic. By now sun was setting, I hoped to catch some of the famous (place), such as the West lake or the Leifeng Pagoda.
The driver asked (I), "It's your fist time to come to Hanghou, isn't it?" I nodded. "It will be (sun) tomorrow," he added. "That'll be good," I said. "I was dreaming going to Qiandao Lake."
