First meeting

Sitting on the bus, cheerful songs can't hide our excitement. The beautiful scenery outside the window, singing and dancing, seems to confirm our good mood Crossing the gurgling stream and the green farmland, the car bumped in the eyes of the peasant children for twenty minutes, and we came to the yearning Dasong Mountain.

The misty Dasong Mountain came into my sight. It is not tall, but green; It is not majestic, but mysterious. The air in the mountains is fresh and smells of grass and green leaves. The air is like vanilla matcha ice cream, cool, sweet and refreshing. It is refreshing to think that I will stay in this mountain for a day and a half.

picnic

The activity I am most looking forward to is a picnic. Since we learned that we would come to Songshan, we have planned the cookbook for the picnic early. Today, it's finally time to show your talents!

We came to smiley face rock, set all kinds of dishes and began to wash and cut vegetables. At this time, Hu Yangze volunteered to cut vegetables. He picked up the knife, made a handsome gesture and began to cut vegetables. We all thought he was very skilled at cutting, but I didn't expect him to pick up a knife and cut it at the ginger and garlic, and then cut it with a big knife. This is not chopping vegetables, this is clearly chopping with a knife! He asked me to check the vegetables he cut, only to find that some garlic had become minced garlic, and some were not injured at all! I can only sigh sadly, pick up the knife and chop garlic carefully.

Wang Jingyi took the initiative to make a "glug curry pot". It really is a "glug pot". He put beef, potatoes and curry in the pot and cooked them well. The delicious curry pot is cooked, but it is broken-the bottom of the pot is covered with a thick and hard shell, which we can't clean with a spatula, a hand-dug or a ball-wiped. Finally, Mr. Wang became a savior, and we had a chance to cook it.

Next, the pot was no longer in the mood, and we banged it with a spatula, and delicious dishes such as fried meat with garlic and cooked pork came out one after another. However, just as I was about to make a sauerkraut and egg soup, I went to wash the dishes. I don't know who put some oil in the pot and it caught fire! Teacher Yin threw the lid into the pot again, and the pot went out! Did the emotion of this wok break out?

After experiencing various emergencies such as "pasting the pot door" and "burning the door", I finally made a big table of delicious food in confusion and panic. Needless to say, the delicious curry pot and oily but not greasy pork, as well as crispy potato chips and scrambled eggs with red and yellow tomatoes, the fragrance of this dish and the laughter when cooking just now have satisfied us.

campfire party

After the picnic, the little chefs gathered in Little Square after eating, and the bonfire party was about to begin.

We cheered and jumped up and down like monkeys. The school leader threw the burning newspaper into the pile of firewood that had already been set up, and the firewood burned brightly. Under the cover of the night, the flame is particularly bright and red, which also reflects our happy faces red.

We gathered around the bonfire and screamed loudly. The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it is going to heaven. As a host, I didn't forget my duty and ran to the broadcast room to report the program. Versatile students came on stage one after another. Enthusiastic Indian dance, hilarious cross talk, passionate songs and humorous sitcoms have lifted everyone's spirit. Teachers also joined our cheerful team singing and dancing, and even the usual serious "big headmaster" sang a song for us. The square became a sea of joy.

The flame of hula dances happily, "banging" from time to time, flashing many sparks; Our songs and laughter passed through the vast night sky and echoed in the mountains of the Great Song Dynasty.

climb mountains

In the morning, I woke up in the euphemistic singing of birds. I lived all night after walking down the diaojiao building. In the cool and fresh air, I soon forgot the unhappiness of being almost squeezed into a photo because of poor accommodation last night. I carefully surrounded our Dasong Mountain. It seems to be covered with a layer of fairy yarn by fog and become like a gentle woman. Under its mysterious veil, I don't know how many magical and strange stories are hidden. The sun jumped up from behind the mountain like a schoolboy, and the sky became brighter.

After eating refreshing mung bean porridge and listening to Grandpa Liu's mountaineering notes and the magical story of Songshan Mountain, we are going to climb Songshan Mountain.

Everyone is guessing how long and dangerous Song Shan's road is, and imagining his heroic posture after climbing the mountain. At first, we skipped along the smooth road, surrounded by gifts from nature-green grass was exposed and beautiful flowers were hidden, but the flowers were beautiful and made people laugh. We pulled some grass, put it in our mouths, took off our school uniforms and tied them around our waists. It's so comfortable

In laughter, we set foot on the rugged mountain road. Surrounded by vines and branches of some big trees, they look like a pair of big hands, as if to pinch us in their hands. Everyone was frightened by those vines and ran a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, I slipped and staggered and almost fell to the ground. At this time, the beautiful Dasong Mountain in my eyes gradually became mysterious in the morning.

Gradually, at first, we were a little out of breath and couldn't climb. The teacher cheered us up and the literary and art committee members sang. At this time, I don't know who shouted "Come on, Class May 4th", so we cheered up again and tried to climb up.

Although I am a foodie, I kept climbing, but my eyes didn't stop all the way, busy looking for delicious food in trees and grass. After a while, I saw a small clover, pulled it up and ate one, My Sweetie's; I saw the red berries hanging on the branches, but they were too high to pick, which only made my mouth water.

Just as we were exhausted and muttered "leg weakness" and "knee pain", the classmate in front suddenly shouted: "Here we are!" We like being drugged, cheering rushed forward, "finally! Finally arrived! " Not far away, you can vaguely see the outline of the hall of great heroes in the Woods. At the entrance of the main hall, we sat on the ground and stared at the Millennium weeping ginkgo tree and small ginkgo beside us. We call these two trees "grandparents and grandchildren", don't we? Don't say how thick the trunk of ginkgo biloba is, just like grandpa's powerful arm, and the drooping branches are like the long beard of the old man; Small ginkgo's branches stretch upward like small hands, and the green leaves are chubby, which reminds people of Sun Xiao's chubby face. From a distance, two ginkgo trees, one thick and one thin, are really like father and son, one old and one young, lively and lovely.

Next, we launched the Pine Cone War. We tie the school uniform around our waist as a "magazine" to hold "ammunition"-pine cones. The whistle sounded and we threw pinecones at each other. Not to be outdone, pinecones shuttle through the Woods like meteors, accompanied by our laughter.

When we went down the mountain, we took another step, and the sound of "pedaling" seemed to open the vibration mode in my world. Running all the way, when I arrived at the camp, my legs were weak and my legs were shaking.

Sitting on the return bus, I suddenly felt a little lost. Did the trip to Songshan end so soon? Looking back at the lush Dasong Mountain, I am reluctant to go. The food we cooked with our own hands, the stilts we lived in, the bonfire that reflected our joy, the steps we climbed, and the pinecones we threw ... will be deeply left in my memory. Da Songshan, we have been here! Farewell, Big Songshan!