Today, Su Shi’s closing hope feels newly practical. Even when scattered by work, study, or migration, people step outside during a video call to show each other the same moon; social feeds fill with shared lunar photos, creating a modest, planetary commons. The poem anticipates this low-tech miracle: a timeless, synchronized gesture that requires no permission and defies loneliness. In that light, longevity means more nights to look up—more chances to say, beneath one sky, we are apart, yet not alone. [...]
