There are no gods and monsters here, only the warm hope in the earth - Lin Zhao's mother's pottery urn is engraved with the word "", Yan Zai's plowshare has been polished by three generations of moonlight, and when Ya'er's little daughter chased the butterfly, her laughter shattered not only the setting sun, but also three thousand years of time. The moment the archaeological shovel lifted up the soil, the pottery urn engraved with "Lin Zhao" came to light again, the "History of the Alliance" in the tortoise shells smelled of old wheat, and the palm prints at the Huotang site were still stained with charcoal ash. It turns out that the so-called "forever home" has never been made of stone. It is the warmth of wheat seeds taking root in the soil, the fireworks sitting around the fire pit, and the home that can grow as generations warm it with their hands. There are no gods and monsters here, only the warm hope in the earth - Lin Zhao's mother's pottery urn is engraved with the word "", Yan Zai's plowshare has been polished by three generations of moonlight, and when Ya'er's little daughter chased the butterfly, her laughter shattered not only the setting sun, but also three thousand years of time. The moment the archaeological shovel lifted up the soil, the pottery urn engraved with "Lin Zhao" came to light again, the "History of the Alliance" in the tortoise shells smelled of old wheat, and the palm prints at the Huotang site were still stained with charcoal ash. It turns out that the so-called "forever home" has never been made of stone. It is the warmth of wheat seeds taking root in the soil, the fireworks sitting around the fire pit, and the home that can grow as generations warm it with their hands.
