the bus has arrived at its destination. (It was packed to death along the way ~ I couldn't sit down.) Today's spring outing is to climb the mountain first, and then go down for a picnic. Climbing to the top of the mountain, the breeze bursts, very cool; At the foot of the mountain, there were no trees to cover it, so everyone had to start a picnic in the hot sun.

our group started the preparatory work first, and everyone was ready to show their hands. First, put the black charcoal into the barbecue grill. Because there is only liquid alcohol, it can't burn for a long time, so we have to borrow solid alcohol. The fire finally lit up, encouraging the momentum, and everyone was very excited, and they took out chicken legs, chicken wings and other things to barbecue prepared the day before. Just after the first difficulty, another difficulty came. The chicken leg of classmate Wang (my friend would probably mind her real name) was too fat to barbecue. A teacher "predicted" that the chicken leg would be roasted for at least two hours. Everyone "forgot the food and sighed" and had to give up a big meal, but Wang was very sad and probably cursed the teacher secretly. But our group was also the first to succeed. I baked chicken wings (don't hit me ~ obviously I brought them and baked them occasionally! ) praised by the teacher: "It's a good roast." The first achievement belongs to the efforts of the team members, which is the result of our common struggle! (It's like shrimp)

Smoke from the kitchen rises in the "barbecue field". Everyone patiently stands in front of the grill, brushing oil and turning over sticks, so that the baked goods are heated in all aspects. But sometimes the stick accidentally inserted into the roast is often burned by fire (that is, a piece is left in the roast and the top of the outer piece is burned), and the roast also falls to the ground again and again, which makes everyone feel distressed. I also learned that try not to let the stick near the grill, that is, don't touch the fire. You can push the food to the end of the stick, or lift the stick a little, leaving only the roast on the grill. The premise is inferior sticks, and we are all burned with those poor quality sticks. It should be sold in a regular supermarket or vegetable market. (The vendors selling baked goods in the vegetable market all know about the spring outing, and they will prepare sticks to sell in advance.)

The first batch of fruits are delivered to their mouths, which is extremely enjoyable. After all, they have worked hard for so long and finally got something. Look at everyone, eating in their mouths and baking in their hands, and not forgetting to wipe their sweat. The most comfortable thing is the teachers, who "patrol" in groups (in fact, to see if the food is out of the oven, so that they can eat a lot), and don't forget to teach students how to barbecue. Even sitting there, students often rush to send food to listen to the evaluation.

No matter how good the time is, it always sneaks away. The group members pat their bellies and go under the tree to enjoy the cool (the "barbecue field" in our class is not under the tree). The barbecue ended in a burst of burping, and everyone still cleaned up the garbage under the supervision of the teacher and returned to the car in groups of three or five.

Maybe I was too tired. The end of this spring outing was not as lively as I expected. I still remember that the last time I went back to the subway, a song "It's Me" was sung all over the car (this song by JJ Lin was very popular in the class at that time, I miss it), and in the end it was changed to "I found a penny on the side of the road ..." (Everyone laughed and was really happy ~ then)

I still remember a lot of things. There are more than two months left in our primary school life. We used to say "graduation is far away", but now we are about to go our separate ways. We can't forget it ... We are working hard in a tense atmosphere while slowly spending the coming past.