Xialing remembers her first Mid-Autumn Festival away from family — brother gone, mother dead, father gone a bit wrong in the head — she remembers tipping her head back, remembers staring at the full moon, remembers that all she could think of was that stupid poem about moons and beds and frost and missing hometowns.
Now, she gets a text from Ge, asking to fly to America to celebrate with Katy, and to bring the good mooncakes, please, the ones in SF are so expensive and he doesn't know what to bring, but don't bring the durian ones, they'll stink up the apartment. She scoffs and buys two boxes of snowskin durians.
The poem Xialing thinks about is "Thoughts Upon A Quiet Night" by Li Bai, translations here (https://www.24en.com/p/176324.html).
I haven't actually watched Shang-Chi yet, this is entirely extrapolation from my own experiences oops
中秋节: Mid-Autumn Festival
Now, she gets a text from Ge, asking to fly to America to celebrate with Katy, and to bring the good mooncakes, please, the ones in SF are so expensive and he doesn't know what to bring, but don't bring the durian ones, they'll stink up the apartment. She scoffs and buys two boxes of snowskin durians.
The poem Xialing thinks about is "Thoughts Upon A Quiet Night" by Li Bai, translations here (https://www.24en.com/p/176324.html).
I haven't actually watched Shang-Chi yet, this is entirely extrapolation from my own experiences oops