Zhang Jiuling

One Moon, Shared Moments Across Distance

Finally, the poem offers a simple ritual. Choose a night, set a time, and step outside—perhaps with tea, perhaps with silence. Read a stanza—Zhang Jiuling’s line, or Su Shi’s Mid-Autumn verse—and let the moon’s slow light carry your words. Families scattered across cities can do this monthly; friends in different time zones can rotate the hour. Such small rites make the quote a habit: though far apart, we truly share the moment, and through repetition, the moment learns to last. [...]