A porcelain town hidden in the mountains of Jiangnan, where kilns have been burning for three hundred years.
In 1900, in the winter of the Gengzi year, sixteen-year-old Shen Jingchen put his fingers into the warm porcelain clay for the first time. He thought this was just a job passed down from his ancestors, but he didn't know that this bowl would contain the ups and downs of a century.
From Guangxu to Xuantong, from the Republic of China to the Republic, from hardship to recovery, from silence to rebirth - three generations of porcelain makers guarded a kiln in the stormy waves of the times. Some people left, some dispersed, some people could not produce a satisfactory piece of porcelain after burning for a lifetime, and some people shattered all their hard work overnight.
A hundred years passed, but the kiln fires fell one after another.
This is a story about craftsmanship, about people who only do one thing in their life. It is also a story about the Chinese people - how they hold on to something in a changing situation, and how they quietly change while holding on.
