One evening in the countryside, my friends and I went to the fields to catch some field mice and grasshoppers. We lit a bonfire and set up a grill over it to start roasting these small creatures.

We skewered the field mice and grasshoppers onto bamboo sticks and turned them gently until they turned golden brown. We chatted and laughed, enjoying the delicious taste of roasted field mice and grasshoppers.

Next to the bonfire, it was dark except for the light of the flames illuminating our faces and a small area around us. The distant sounds of frogs and insects echoed in the night sky, making the scene even more interesting.

We spent a happy night telling stories and jokes, while eating roasted field mice and grasshoppers. This scene may be primitive, but it is filled with childhood happiness and memories.