"Screech!"
The golden eagle spread its wings, slicing through the night sky while the clear recitation of a poem by the little hedgehog still echoed in the night air.
It was overflowing with excitement, emotions surging.
The voice, crisp as a child's, rose and fell in cadence, aligning with the imagery of the poem, seeming to carry the melancholy of the ages, while possessing a detachment from the mortal world.
"The people of today do not see the moon of ancient times, yet this current moon once shone on the ancients.
The ancients and the present people are like flowing water, both looking at the bright moon as it has always been.
Only wish to sing to the wine when singing, and may the moonlight shine long in the golden goblet..."
It passionately praised: "Brother Chen, thank you for this cup of Intoxicated Spirit Wine, thank you for this Moon Inquiry Poem; let's sing to the wine and take a big gulp!"
