"Silk into Snow"
A shuttle passes through three generations, weaving the cracked silk of time.
Let the instrument draw threads from the scorched earth, use science as a needle to mend the tatters of the times;
Heng hid his name in a top-secret place, using silence as a thread to guide the longitude and latitude of the national destiny;
The micro is salvaged from the waves, dyed with tears, and rewashed the background of business;
Knowing returns to identify in the ashes, using memory as the weft, reappearing the warmth of grandmother's hand.
They were never treated with tenderness,
But he spun cruelty into resilience——
The silk will break and turn into snow;
Snow will melt and turn into water;
The water will flow and become a river in the palm of the next generation.
