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Jiang Huaming, born in the 1960s, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, executive director of the Jiangxi Writers Association, and chairman of the Jingdezhen Writers Association. He studied at Jiangxi University and Lu Xun Literary College, taught in middle schools and universities, worked in local television and newspaper media, and was the second distinguished writer of Jiangxi Province Tengwangge Literary College. He has published more than one million words in periodicals such as "Shanghai Literature", "Flower City", "Everyone", "Youth Literature" and "Beijing Literature". His novels have been reprinted in various anthologies. He has published two collections of short and medium stories and the novel "Sharp Porcelain Pieces". Currently working in Jingdezhen Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Before the rainy season started that year, many locals in Porcelain Town saw inexplicably that the owner of the small kiln, Cao Maozhai, was wandering around like an idle second-rate. He was thoughtful.

Time has passed by a century, and now I am in my late forties or early fifties. People of this age group are divided into two halves by the River of Century, half east of the river and half west of the river. Logically speaking, he is not considered old, but his pale hair is already as messy as dead grass that has experienced winter. Daze became the hallmark. In many quiet occasions, we can always see a person lying on a chair trying to clear his head, squinting his eyes as if sleeping, with a cup of strong tea beside him, thinking deeply about many, many thoughts.

Of course, I didn't dare to take the main road because I was afraid of meeting someone I knew. When it was almost dark, the village party members who had had dinner went to the stall at the door to sprinkle cold water, set up bamboo beds and chairs, and grab cattail fans. Feather-like fire clouds spread across the sky, getting darker and darker, and there were basically no people on the rural road. The two young men avoided the village like thieves. They bypassed the embankment, got into the grass, and waded through the forks of the lake. They took the uninhabited path and ran away. Run away from that ghost place called Huxiangpo. The faster you run, the better, and the further you run, the better. The key problem is that carrying a baggage on one's shoulders is too conspicuous. After the troupe left, Yujiafang returned to its previous lifelessness and boredom. When the two of them escaped from the ancestral hall, they saw a few idle and worried people who still wanted to watch a show like brainless dogs.

Every morning before the arrival of the old gardener, Wen Jieyu came to the garden and took a walk around the rose flower bed. Round and round, the corduroy shoes walked silently. They were handmade shoes that were common among people in small towns at that time - cheap, soft, and light, and they were in perfect contrast with the leather shoes with the clicking horseshoes in the bustling city. There is some mist and the air is very fresh. At that time, the sky was only dimly lit, and the last few blue stars were still twinkling overhead. The station was deserted. Jieyu couldn't help but reach out and pick a rose flower. A few drops of dew rolled down the red petals. Dew flowed down the back of her hands and into her cuffs, and Jieyu felt cold. I sniffed my nose, and a refreshing fragrance penetrated my nostrils and penetrated my heart. Jieyu wished she could take a bite of the flower in front of her nose. Wen Jieyu lives near the station, a long-distance bus station located in the suburbs.

This book is China's first full-length novel describing the Neolithic Age when the Yellow Emperor conferred the title of "King of Pottery" Ning Fengzi. The novel uses the personal growth background and historical background of Ning Fengzi (Tao Zheng, the inventor of "pottery" and the chief of the pottery industry in the Neolithic Age, under the Yellow Emperor) as clues to show a picture of the evolution of primitive tribes in the Neolithic Age with clear historical data and rich imagination. The historical picture uniquely presents an epic about the "Tao Sheng" Ning Fengzi and the formation and hardening of "First Tao"; the novel depicts a picture of the origin of civilization, the human world and the perception of life with its ups and downs and rich human atmosphere.