The annual midday festival is coming. Streets and alleys are full of spasms; what I feel is a strong commercial air; not a holiday atmosphere. Today's midday festival is for us, except for the holiday family, who gather for lunch and taste all kinds of delicious stubs and duck eggs. It's hard to appreciate the significance of this traditional festival, and it's hard not to taste the special taste of the festival and the strong memory of the childhood festival. In my childhood memory, except for spring festivals, the festivals are the most popular. At the end of the day, the family had planted weed in front of the house, and children did not care to pray for evil. It's when you can eat fragrances and duck eggs. It's delicious, but it's the duck egg that's the most impressive. Every year, when my mom picks up salted duck eggs is my biggest concern. When you were a child, you picked duck eggs at the end of the day and hung them; what a happy day and a happy day. Traditional practices are the memory of every peer who has experienced them. I remember eating duck eggs when I was a kid, eating and playing with them, and when my mom was busy, I ran like a little ass. Waiting for mom to make a little net bag with the rest of her sweater. It's got a duck egg on its chest, and it's in a nice little bag. This practice has continued from the summer to the mid-autumn festival. I've got my mom's bag, and I've got the toughest duck eggs in school and class, and every one of them will be so happy, and I've been showing off my duck eggs all over the place, and usually the toughest duck egg will be too hard to eat. It's so childish and funful that duck eggs are the most powerful thing in my hands
At the end of the day, which is the traditional and ancient holiday of our country, the sorghum and the duck egg become the most essential food on the table. It's almost noon, and everyone's busy with sunbaths, and I don't know how to pack them, because it's for us every year, which makes me so dependent that I've never done it. They like to eat their mother's buns, especially their meat. They smell good. They don't matter. It's not gonna wrap up, but it's still gonna work, and it's what Mom likes. It's not too much red, but it's sand, and it's really red, and it looks pretty good. Mom ate it and said it tasted good. I'll never buy a duck egg again. I'm healthy
