The Bright Moon Lasts Forever

In the underground military museum in Xi'an, a boy who was visiting suddenly exclaimed: "Mom, look, the terracotta warriors are crying!" "Don't talk nonsense, that's steam!" The mother was afraid that the child's noise would be too embarrassing, so she took the child away. The terracotta warrior sighed and murmured: "My king, the bright moon appears again. How are you doing over there?"