Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, March 15th is here, the day of the picnic has arrived.

The whole class looked very happy, and the teacher also narrowed his eyes with laughter. The boys cheered, the girls clapped their hands, and the teacher's smile became brighter.

Beside the podium and under the blackboard, I saw bundles and bags of firewood. There are also various small things in the drawers of the students: rice, oil, salt, beans...

Boys and girls, you won’t let me, I won’t let you, they all brought a lot of delicious food something. Some bring drinks, some bring duck with sauce, and some bring chicken popcorn. The classroom is full of fragrant smell. The students were so excited that they didn't sleep all day long, waiting for the bell to ring in the afternoon. Finally, the teacher took us, and we walked downstairs happily carrying large and small bags. Red bags, blue bags, yellow bags, and green bags are like colorful paints, dyeing the students’ happy mood with bright colors.

Building a stove, holding a pot, washing rice, and washing vegetables all seem simple, but it takes a lot of effort for us students who "open their mouths when they have food and stretch out their hands when they are clothed". Even more so with the next fire.

The fire was "borrowed" from other groups by He Jiayao in the group. It's easy to light a fire, but it's tricky to keep the fire burning brightly and long in the stove. Classmate Yin Jiafei is very strong, so she "fans the flames" in front of the stove. The waves of thick smoke made us shed tears. Although we were not as "disgraced" as Zhou Ye in the other group, we were still coughing non-stop.

Cooking is the most terrible thing. Due to lack of experience, the stoves in each group were not level enough, and the places where the pots were placed were of different sizes and could not completely fit the bottom of the pots. For a moment, some of the six large pots were placed crookedly on the stove, and some rolled off the stove, making a "clang" sound. Interestingly, the cooking process of our group was unexpectedly calm because of the extremely fine craftsmanship in the class, such as Lou, He Jiayao, and Xie Linli. Everyone waited patiently for the rice to be cooked. As the team leader, I took out the lunch box and shared the cold cucumbers in it with other team members.

About twenty or thirty minutes later, the rice served in the group was finally cooked. Xu Xian took a small spoonful and tasted it. She thought it was good, so everyone put out the fire together and used the prepared wet towels to lift the pot to the stove and put it down.

The ten team members immediately took out lunch boxes and tableware to eat. The teacher also came over with a lunch box and took a big spoonful of rice from the pot. After tasting it carefully, he said: "This rice tastes very good, and it is the best one. It's just a little bit bland, and the ingredients are a bit off." Less. "So what if it's light?" As long as it is the result of our own efforts, even if it is difficult to swallow, we will still enjoy eating it.

A picnic is like a hot stove fire, which burns brightly and illuminates the small stove brightly, and our hearts are as warm as fire.

Picnic is fragrant wild rice. It is not as delicious and nutritious as shark's fin in abalone sauce. It has a simple taste of nature in its light taste.

The picnic was full of smiling students, holding lunch boxes, small beads of sweat on their noses, their sleeves rolled up high, and their brows filled with the unique youth and vitality of teenagers.