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Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival?
I've been writing for days and nights, and I've completely forgotten about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Yesterday, when I was chatting with my editor Pepsi, he reminded me that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wow, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!
First of all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's already 8: 30 in the morning, but I'm still awake.
I hope I can get up in the afternoon and have a meal with my wife, mother-in-law, and baby. Otherwise, my wife will complain to death.
My wife must have deliberately not reminded me and made me forget about the Mid-Autumn Festival. She wanted me to make a mistake and miss the festival. Then, she would take the opportunity to force me to sign an unfair contract.
Big things like changing my phone and small things like buying durians.
Thank you, Pepsi, for not letting me fall for it.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is really a good festival.
When I was young, I looked forward to it.
First of all, there were mooncakes, even the cheapest ones.
Second, there were glutinous rice rakes.
(Local customs were different.)
Then, there were the blooming of osmanthus flowers in August.
Next door to my hometown in the countryside, there was a rare red osmanthus flower. When the wind blew, it smelled so good.
Coincidentally, there was an osmanthus tree in my neighborhood.
But how long has it been since I went downstairs?
A week?
Two weeks?
I can't remember. Anyway, I didn't smell the osmanthus flowers.
Finally, there was the most beautiful and most anticipated festival.
The hawthorns were red during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.
This was a saying in my hometown. Every Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the wild hawthorns on the mountain would all be red.
It was sweet and sour, so delicious that I couldn't stop eating. The hawthorns in the city couldn't compare to it at all.
Also, the wild chestnuts on the mountain should be ripe by this time.
When I was young, I picked them bag after bag at home and got my hands full of thorns.
In the end, I got a basin full of wild chestnuts.
Wild chestnuts were very small, probably only a fraction of the size of Chinese chestnuts.
But they tasted exactly the same.
I liked to pick them when I was young and ate them until they were average.
Every time I got a basin full of wild chestnuts, I would only eat a few and enjoy the process of picking them.
Also, the sweet potatoes in the field should be ripe by now, right?
Red heart sweet potatoes were crispy and sweet. They were best eaten raw.
Yellow heart sweet potatoes weren't good raw.
It tasted the best when cooked.
That was sweet and fragrant. It was delicious roasted over fire, boiled in water, and fried in oil.
Wow!
The Mid-Autumn Festival was filled with childhood memories.
The memories of his hometown in the countryside!
He really wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly back to his hometown in the countryside, to his parents' side, to eat the cheapest mooncakes (which couldn't be bought in the city), to pick red osmanthus flowers, to go up the mountain to pick wild hawthorns, wild chestnuts, and to dig sweet potatoes!
Of course, this was impossible.
I have a job and a responsibility!
Perhaps, it was best to let the memories remain in the memory. That was the best!
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Sigh, I don't know why, but when it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, I write so much.
Finally, I wish all my brothers and sisters a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
(F * ck, I guess those who read my book don't have sisters!)
Originally, he wanted to ask for a few monthly tickets. But after thinking about it, he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn festival.
In short, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a family reunion, and a healthy family!
Wishing Black Tea, Seven Happiness, and Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
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