That day, we went to do a 450-word composition.

February 2nd is a traditional festival in China and a traditional folk custom of the Chinese nation. In ancient times, emperors had to make sacrifices to heaven and earth in return for a bumper harvest and good weather. However, it is more than enough for the people to worship their ancestors and sweep the graves every year to keep their families safe. Nowadays, the picnic festival has undergone great development and changes. Family and neighbors join hands to climb mountains, row boats, treasure hunt and even wild vegetables in the suburbs. Today, I will tell you how my family and I went for an outing.

It's a sunny day, sunny. Spring breeze comes from Buddha's warm and soft face. It blows on my face, just like my mother's hand gently stroking my cheek. We were very happy driving, listening to music and singing, just like a happy bird flying in the free blue sky, and the car speeding on the highway like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, I reached my destination. When I got off the bus, I was attracted by what I saw. The mountains are so high, the sky is so blue, the grass is so green and the clouds are so white. I immediately merged into the embrace of nature.

We began to look for treasure. I am not a treasure hunter in the vanguard. I'm a treasure hunter. We started the treasure hunt with a whistle "DuDu". I looked around anxiously, but someone found me. It's just that I'm still looking I finally saw the note under the leaves and took it down. I jumped up in high spirits. I opened it and found it was a pencil case. It's getting dark, and we roast delicious meat together under the night light.

Sunset filled half the sky, and we drove home along the road at sunset. Walking makes me relaxed, full of energy, edifying, unforgettable, pleasing to the eye and welcoming a better tomorrow.