Essay on tongue pingtan eight treasures fried cake

Touching my face lovingly. The cold wind blows, the moonlight is warm.

"Go, go inside and eat!" I tugged on my mom's arm, a little confused in my mind. This meal, I ate very little. Mom didn't force me to eat more as usual. I sat quietly at my desk, took out my exam paper, looked at the red crosses, and shook my head in frustration. The moonlight was completely blocked by the dark clouds, only vaguely transmitting a hint of light. Not long after, the moon was completely obscured, filled with indescribable gloom.

"Knock, knock," "I'm coming in!" Mom yelled from the doorway. "Zee," the door was opened, and without looking up, I felt nothing but a rush of warmth.

"Drink this milk and go to bed early!" She gently let go of her life and gently closed the door.

I glanced at the glass, Huh? Why is there a note?