Please write a 400-word essay on the topic I will never forget this event.
Remember an activity
Fourth grade
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Narrative
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778 words
Today is a cloudy day. It is usually cold, but the coldness of my body can no longer extinguish the raging fire in my heart, just because today we are going to a fun place—— --field. By the way, what are you going to do? Dig the sweet potatoes, of course.
When the big team got on the bus at 9 o'clock, facing the unfamiliar faces, I still extended my hand to the classmates beside me in a friendly manner: Hello, my name is Yan Shize. He shyly stretched out his hand and shook it. After sitting in the car for a while, we set off. The road was bumpy and bumpy, but luckily it was only a short distance away.
It was noon when we arrived. Under the arrangement of the teacher, the students were divided into tables of ten to prepare for dinner. When they saw a group of people streaming down their faces, the group leader gave the order: Let’s start! Everyone swarmed up and scrambled to grab the rice spoons, pick up the vegetables, and drink the soup. They seemed to be working on their own. But when the rice and vegetables were not enough, we always united and used various means to force the group to The chief brought us food. However, we were so aggressive that we ate everything in one go: three plates of roasted fat sausage with potatoes, two buckets of rice, two plates of wolf-toothed potatoes, and so on.
When you are full of wine and food, you have to work. It takes one and a half hours to dig sweet potatoes, but the equipment is the legendary wooden stick! Wooden stick - a must-have artifact for sweet potatoes. It is easy to dig and carry, and will not damage the sweet potatoes. It is a treasure for traveling at home, stealing goods, and traveling far away!
After 30 seconds of precise measurement, I concluded that the 30-centimeter-long field bank under my feet is a geomantic treasure, and it will bring me "huge gains." Well, now. When it came, I thrust the wooden stick into the ground and announced the ownership of the land. Then, like an awakened giant lion, it rolled and attacked the land. In an instant, mud and rocks splashed, and the 20-centimeter-high field ridge was sharply reduced by 2. cm. At the same time, I also saw the sweet potatoes I wanted to see. I focused on the largest one and started digging. After a while, the field ridge was basically dug through, and there were only a few sweet potatoes. My right foot was shaking slightly. There was no way to dig anymore, so we had to clean the battlefield and return the pellets to the warehouse. Exactly one and a half hours later, the comrades returned home with a full load. The hardest part was for a few teachers, one of whom had worn out his hands. Everyone excitedly shared their results and then got in the same car back to Chengdu.
Labor is meaningful and valuable. Labor is also a good remedy for the human soul. Every time we work, we understand the difficulty of the majority of workers and make us more aware of the porridge and rice. It’s not easy; half a thread, half a thread, I always think about the true meaning of material difficulties.