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or as cold as winter, but autumn flowers are appropriate and beneficial. On the Mid Autumn Festival, we will enjoy the moon in the night. Under the round moonlight, the round moon cakes and apples are ripe, and the pear, grape and other fruits are also on the market. Under the moonlight, people taste the festival food and talk about harvest. While appreciating the moon, I miss my relatives in a foreign land, which reminds me of Wang Wei’s eternal quatrains: “I think of my family at every festival”. Moon cakes are indispensable to the Mid Autumn Festival. The appearance of the moon cake is like a big cake. It is very thick, with fresh noodles and fresh fillings. Whether it’s steamed or baked, there are patterns of the moon carved by the big bowl of the farmer, and there are petals carved by the osmanthus. The newly made moon cakes are steamed, soft and delicious, suitable for the elderly。 It’s baked, burnt outside and tender inside. Young people have a special liking for it. You see, the new moon cakes are steaming, and a faint fragrance is blowing on your face. It’s really mouth watering! I like to eat the moon cakes made by my grandmother. The patterns of her moon cakes are always so clear, so uniform and so beautiful. The Mid Autumn Festival is a mature season and a harvest season. In autumn, the apples are rubbed red, the oranges are rubbed golden, and the grapes are painted purple. At a glance, everywhere is fruitful. Today is the annual Mid Autumn Festival, and people throughout China are celebrating this festival. After dinner, our family went to the top of the fifth floor of my aunt’s house to enjoy the moon while having a barbecue. As soon as I got to the roof, I couldn’t wait to look up to see if the moon had risen. I can only see that the moon has risen very high from the Far East. Maybe it’s far away. The moon doesn’t look very big and bright. I’m thinking, isn’t the moon in the Mid Autumn Festival particularly big and round? Why is it only as big as the mouth of the bowl? I lowered my head a little disappointed to barbecue. I picked up the baking fork and tore open the sausage casing. I forked the sausage and put it on the oven to roast. At the beginning, I didn’t know how to cook. The whole sausage was like black carbon strips. When my father saw it, he said, “of course it’s not good to burn it like this! Keep turning it on both sides so that it won’t burn.” I remember my father’s method, throw away the burnt sausage, and then take a fork to burn it according to my father’s method. This time, I burned the sausage golden yellow, which is really c