Time passed; countless moons waxed and waned. Time in the mortal world runs faster than in the villages. The …
Time passed; countless moons waxed and waned. Time in the mortal world runs faster than in the villages.
The once-kind young Wangshu had become the benevolent old man.
He couldn't remember how many places he had walked, how many moons he had scooped up.
But his song had become a legend. Every child in Hexi could sing: Moonlight bright, cast your net right...
People said that eating a moon-turned-bun would make you remember your happiest memory.
Old Wangshu would just smile, neither confirming nor denying.
Perhaps peaceful lives had made people forget the simplest truth: to eat your fill is itself the happiest thing.
But the children singing the rhyme had never known hunger, so they were willing to believe in the bun's magical power to bring joy.
And that's fine too, isn't it?