Mid-Autumn Festival

Sunset was tired, yawned and fell asleep in the mountain col. The moon began to crawl up. Under the big locust tree, Niu Niu teased Chong Chong with a green reed. Chongchong is a cat. And, no doubt, a good cat. Its head is round, its thin beard is raised proudly, and the dark brown stripes on its back are shining with oil. At this moment, it was lying in the arms of its little master, constantly pulling at the reed in front of it with its paws. Just when it was a little impatient with this game, it saw another protagonist we had just appeared - Niu Niu. Niu Niu is almost three years old and is in the cutest golden age of a fat boy. He has chubby arms, a big head, and a firm belly, but he is already walking very steadily. What caught Chong Chong's attention was not the birthday peach on his head, but the piece of golden and fragrant grilled fish in his hand. A gust of wind blew, and Chong Chong couldn't help but raise his chin and sniff his nose. It smelled so good! … Intention: