Smoke Rising in the Wilderness: I Cultivated Civilization in Ancient Times

He steps onto a primeval wilderness with no golden finger to help him and no easy path to success. All he has is the ordinary struggle to survive and put down roots. He leaves behind the nomadic life of following water and grass, stopping by an unnamed river valley. With a crude stone axe, he hacks through the brambles; with a worn bone hoe, he turns the soil, hoping to grow a hearth of his own in this wild land. From the nervousness of planting the first seed to the joy of seeing the first head of grain ripen; from building a crude shelter alone to sharing a bowl of hot porridge with the neighboring clanspeople. There are no breathtaking battles or schemes that turn the world upside down, only day after day of hard work, reverence for the land, and passion for life. In this slower passage of time, he gives the harsh days of the wilderness the warmth of human life in the simplest way, cultivating peace and tenderness for ordinary people on ancient soil.