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The Wind Blows and the National Tide Comes Back
Slice of Life风起国潮归去来兮
Bai Gujin
Xu Wenwen came to a small village from a big city to play in the mud In the eyes of others, this is a kind of escape, giving up a good white-collar job and running to the countryside like crazy. . But later on, everyone began to understand that escaping from the world is also a kind of joining the world-- What we have entered is a world of earth and fire, a world of pride and truth, a world where people are connected with each other. From the escape of one person to the encounter of a group of people. From the persistence of a courtyard to the awakening of a city. From the rebirth of an industry to the questioning of an era-- When AI learns everything, what is left for humans? Maybe the answer lies in that swirling mass of soil. Hidden in that ancient saying: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain." Some roads must be walked alone. Some answers can only emerge after slowing down. This is not a story about escape. This is a story about how to truly live. This is not a fast-paced novel. Like pottery, it needs to be read slowly. Some chapters you may want to read in one sitting. In some chapters, you may want to put down the book, make a cup of tea, and look at the clouds outside the window. It doesn't matter. Dongli's spirit has never been about urging. But wait. Waiting for the soil to take shape, waiting for the glaze color to settle, waiting for-- The self who is finally willing to slow down.
Xu Wenwen came to a small village from a big city to play in the mud In the eyes of others, this is a kind of escape, giving up a good white-collar job and running to the countryside like crazy. . But later on, everyone began to understand that escaping from the world is also a kind of joining the world-- What we have entered is a world of earth and fire, a world of pride and truth, a world where people are connected with each other. From the escape of one person to the encounter of a group of people. From the persistence of a courtyard to the awakening of a city. From the rebirth of an industry to the questioning of an era-- When AI learns everything, what is left for humans? Maybe the answer lies in that swirling mass of soil. Hidden in that ancient saying: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain." Some roads must be walked alone. Some answers can only emerge after slowing down. This is not a story about escape. This is a story about how to truly live. This is not a fast-paced novel. Like pottery, it needs to be read slowly. Some chapters you may want to read in one sitting. In some chapters, you may want to put down the book, make a cup of tea, and look at the clouds outside the window. It doesn't matter. Dongli's spirit has never been about urging. But wait. Waiting for the soil to take shape, waiting for the glaze color to settle, waiting for-- The self who is finally willing to slow down.