But when they saw that dim, lifeless, cratered moon in the field, they couldn't help but feel a surge of shock.
The reason was simple.
Because it is the moon!
As everyone knows.
In ancient Huaxia.
Due to a lack of rich entertainment options, composing poetry became a mainstream pastime.
And in the various poems and verses.
The moon is undoubtedly a very common 'supporting actor'.
Whether it's 'the sun and the moon march on, as if rising from within; the starry Milky Way, as if emerging from it'.
Or 'lifting my cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow we become three'.
Or even 'the sea brings forth the bright moon, we share this moment from afar', all are famous and well-loved pieces.
Meanwhile, in myths and legends.
The moon is also the dwelling place of Chang'e, who stole the immortal pill and fled to the moon, raising a bunch of Jade Rabbits, and would occasionally munch on spicy rabbit heads...
