Mid-Autumn
VicentaLakin
"Tomorrow, when is the day when you ask for wine..." Every mid-Autumn festival, the poems of the population are spoken in the mouth, and the familiar taste of the mooncakes is remembered in the mouth, one sweet and one sweet. In the old days, the moon cakes were used as a symbol of good fortune and reunification. Every midfall, the moon, family reunions, pastries, the moon, the earth and the earth. This afternoon, I made a few five-man pies, I felt good, and my favorite was Wyoming Pups, I went through my own crumbs, crushed the pups, bagged the models, baked the oven, and then waited for the stove, that joy, until I tasted my own product
