The Mojiu people are born with the talent to make wine. They use stories as raw materials to brew a pot of intoxicating wine. It is said that if you drink it, you can see three thousand floating lives, love, parting, hate, and not being able to seek, just a dream.
Before brewing, they go through tedious preparations. The Mojiu family will embark on a journey, collecting ingredients and looking for stories at the same time.
The condiments collected by everyone are different, either strange or ordinary. I once met a member of the Mojiu tribe, and he told me that he had brewed wine with fragments of the rainbow, roses that withered before they bloomed, cats' tears, three ounces of white frost, and a comic story that ended in tragedy.
Then put the raw materials and condiments into the jar, bury it in the soil, and wait for a thousand sunsets before it can be made into wine.
The fragrance of wine attracts butterflies, and the brilliance becomes the sea.
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