Today is a sunny day. Under the guidance of the teacher, we got on the bus with bags of firewood and clean vegetables. You must have guessed where we are going. By the way, we will have a picnic in the development zone later! Along the way, my friends and I have been talking excitedly about picnics. For us, this is the first time we have held such a picnic.

After getting off the bus, from a distance, there is a vast land under a blue sky. A closer look shows that some young pioneers are busy there. It seems that a group of students have set up camp here.

The teacher asked us to cook, stir-fry and play games in groups, and designated a place for each group to cook and have lunch. The picnic has begun. Nine students in our fourth group spread a tablecloth on their own site, put all kinds of lettuce and cooked vegetables on the tablecloth, but began to build a stove. First, the girl dug a hole with a wooden stick, and then the boy moved bricks excitedly. But after digging the pit and removing the bricks, I found that the pit was too big and had to fill it with soil. At this time, we measured it with a ruler and found that the pit was not deep enough, so we dug deeper and finally put the firewood in. ...

Although the stove was built, we experienced many twists and turns when we lit it. The flame is like a fragile baby. If you are not careful, it will slip. In addition, we students are amateurs in ignition. We lit the fire several times, but it didn't happen. Many students stamp their feet anxiously. It finally lit this time. We quickly put the pot on the stove and poured some oil in. There is a smell of oil in the air. A boy volunteered to fry diced chicken first. As a result, the fire was about to go out halfway, so we quickly implemented "emergency rescue" for it. Ah! Finally, "rescue" came, and the boy excitedly continued to bomb. Soon after, other groups also lit the stove one after another, surrounded by smoke, but the smoke was not poetic, because we were choked to tears by the smoke. We had to close our eyes and sit there quietly, thinking: poor bear the wind!

It's already so difficult to cook a meal. How hard they have to endure cooking and cooking for their children every day! Finally, the vegetables and rice are cooked. We happily put the dishes on the tablecloth, put on delicious white rice, and savored every dish and every bite of rice. Because we are tasting our "fruits of labor", we feel particularly excited and proud. While tasting these delicious dishes, we talked about all kinds of interesting things that happened before and after cooking, and we sincerely felt a kind of happiness. That kind of taste may be called "there is sweetness in bitterness"!

The first picnic left me a good memory!