Life is fleeting, like grass and trees in autumn. Life is so fast that there is no time to miss it, and it has already passed to the next life.
It was born as a tea cup, a ceramic body-shaped, ingenious workmanship, quenched and fired, one selected from a thousand miles for people to appreciate and appreciate. After passing through several lives, one can see all the wind and rain; one can see all the warmth and coldness of human relationships; one can see all the love, hate, wealth and wealth among the people... They are all landscapes.
