In the evening, Xia Hong on the horizon sprinkled the last ray of autumn sunshine on the earth. The atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival permeates the kitchens of every household as early as the smoke rises. The beaded curtain is rolled up, and the room is full of the unique family happiness in China.

Grandma is busy with the evening banquet from morning till night. Naturally, I won't miss this opportunity to "run around" in the kitchen under the guise of tasting, and taste the dishes brought by my grandmother skillfully everywhere. Eggplant cake is fried in Huang Cancan with a thin layer of oil on it. This is grandma's specialty, and my saliva is a little "suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days".

I grabbed one and stuffed it in my mouth. Although it was so hot that I wanted to cry, I chewed the delicious food eagerly. Mother is naturally not idle. She stared at the broth on the stove while helping her grandmother. The smell of broth penetrated the air and went straight to my nose. If the temperature is not too high, maybe this pot of broth will be halved before it is served.

Dad is busy, too. After cleaning the table, he spread a piece of red cloth and looked at it and smiled from time to time. I really don't know whether to revel in my masterpiece or to expect us under the full moon at night. Sister is naturally leisurely sitting on the sofa watching TV, conveniently throwing the plum on the table into her mouth.

When night falls, the bright moon rises from the back hill quickly, and the family looks up to enjoy the bright moon hanging high in the sky. "Uh-huh-"Sister couldn't wait to open the Sprite just taken out of the refrigerator and foam it. "Wow-"Then my father poured the dusty beer into the glass, and the collision between the glass and the table became very pleasant, just like a symphony, orderly and beautiful. The voice of banter seems to spread far and far with the light of the bright moon hanging high.