Someone came to the workshop and asked for instructions on the color of the porcelain.
"After the rain, the sky clears and the clouds break my virginity. This color represents the future."
The emperor gave fourteen words of instructions.
Blue as the sky, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, sound like a chime - no one knows that a piece of firewood is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
Little did she know that he only built this kiln for her alone.
A story about returning to the past can also be called a story of rebirth, in popular terms.
The first couplet says: The creativity is boring, the plot is bloody;
The second line says: The content is simple and the writing is third-rate.
Horizontal comment: Please bear with me.
Conception: