Three hundred years of human fat boiled in the copper lamps of the Guangxu year, and the heavy rain of the Xinhai year washed away the abscesses in the folds of history.
The bronze ever-burning lamp on the desolate slope in the north of the town has wax scabs accumulated in the lamp base from three dynasties. The lantern keeper Zhou Shouye wore his ancestral gray braids and kept adding oil to the cannibal lamps in the eternal night. Lin Wenqi, a new model, held up a foreign pocket watch and wanted to break this underworld rule. However, when he opened the cellar stone slab, he saw the wet blood stains on the remains of the official kiln from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty - the missing refugees, the beggars who died violently, and the troubled students were all turned into the crackling marrow oil in the lamp wick.
When the thunder and fire shattered the lie of eternal light, the heavy rain washed away the cursed blood book on the bottom of the lamp holder: During the Tianqi period, the iron craftsman refined his daughter into the first lamp oil, the lampkeeper during the Chongzhen period used the tibia of the Donglin Party members as the wick, and the old patriarch of the Guangxu Dynasty boiled the brains of the reform youth into wax paste. The reign names of the emperors of the past dynasties overlap in layers in the bronze rust, just like human oil in a lamp.
Intention: Reflection on civilization and barbarism, breaking through the dilemma of cycle.