"Look, the fragrance of sugar-roasted chestnuts hidden in the blue and white pattern -" Intangible cultural heritage restorer Yun Zhiyi flicked the edge of the bowl, and the glaze gradually revealed the old alley scene: the boy clutched the hot paper bag and peeked at the girl's hair, the crisp sound of chestnut shells mixed with the rain on the blue bricks. She dipped a brush into morning dew to adjust the glaze, and held her breath to control the kiln temperature: "If the temperature is half a degree lower, the picture will be frosted, and if the temperature is half a degree higher, the memories will be blurred." The remaining porcelain comes to life in the palm of her hand, and a century-old love is reproduced frame by frame. When the last crack was closed, the old man stroked the bowl of Shaohua with trembling hands: "It turns out that when A Yuan smiled, the pear vortex on his right face was filled with moonlight."
