In the past, it was an old collection of China, condensed with thousands of years of craftsmanship, and carrying the glory of the dynasty. As time goes by, I travel to all directions, separated by mountains and seas, but my heart is close to my homeland. Each vessel and every pattern is engraved with the mark of China. Standing quietly in the pavilion of the world, watching for the return date, telling the story of the vicissitudes of a hundred years, hoping to meet again in the prosperous times and return to the mountains and rivers of China.
