夜幕拉上了,万家灯火竞相争辉。一缕缕肉香、月饼香、桂花香,伴着阵阵欢声笑语从外面飘进窗里来,挤满了整个房间。晚餐时,桌上摆满了色、香、味俱全的佳肴,我和表兄妹们叽叽喳喳地嚷着、吞着。我并非是有滋有味地嚼着妈妈的手艺的,因为心灵的那一方夜空 The night was pulled up, and the lights of the 10,000 families competed. A bunch of meat, moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus fragrances accompanied the bursts of laughter from the outside into the window and filled the room. At dinner, the table was full of dishes of color, smell, and taste. My cousins ​​and sisters groaned and swallowed. I am not chewing on my mother’s craft happily because of the night sky in my heart.