Mid-Autumn
VicentaLakin
It's only a few days till mid-Autumn, and this year it's made itself a pancake, but it's hard for time, but it's better to taste than the past. Food will always pay us back, never fail us. When the moon is full, the autumn night will be a little sad, not for anyone else, not for himself, but for the night as cold as water and the autumn wind. It's too hard to think, but this time it's delicious, but it's too small to make peanuts and walnuts into little pieces, too large, and it's quite a northeast wind. It's still good, and friends and family like it。