It’s Mid-Autumn Festival again

But every time I can’t wait for the meal to start, I will follow the aroma of stewed mutton and run to the table

But bite it whole and taste the taste that you didn’t like when you were a child

The gathering between friends and colleagues and the rare relaxation made me forget the unhappiness I just felt for a moment

Three or five friends chatted endlessly about the next arrangements

I wonder if this year’s reunion dinner will still be my favorite “five things”

I wonder what the dream will be like tonight