The solar term philosophy of island people pickled with sweat salt
When the solar term meets the salt water shore, the time will have the fishy smell of the sea. This book uses Hainan Island as an inkstone and fishermen's fireworks as ink to write the twenty-four solar terms into twenty-four jars of salty pickles with different flavors - the sea breeze at the beginning of spring simmers the hope of warmth on the side of the iron pot, and the salt particles from the severe cold pile up to form a warm wall to withstand the cold winter. The brush strokes are dipped in the light of fish scales, making the shrimps on the drying ground curl up into philosophy, and the sweat beads on the boat board condense into relics. Open this calendar stained with foam, and you will taste: hidden in the sun-dried saltiness is the backbone for you and me to endure life.
