The words on the pages of the book carry the pressure of history, and the pages of the book are full of personal destiny.
Who has painted a bright bright color in history, and who has painted a dark shadow in history, who has carried the milestones of history, and who has carved sonorous words.
The luster and texture of jade contain everything it has experienced, and it is connected to my life. No matter whether its story exists or not, whether its story is true or not, it will always be a part of my life.
When I met him in the jade shop, I can only say that it was a blind cat chasing a rat. However, the story of jade and me has just begun.