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The charm of tea flows, and the intangible cultural heritage shines In the poetic description of "Crane Drinks Intangible Cultural Heritage", traditional tea drinking is like a slowly unfolding scroll of oriental aesthetics! In the tea-making process, the shaking of oolong tea is like dancing steps, the stacking of Pu'er tea is like mysterious magic, and the finishing of Longjing tea is like fingertip art. Each process is a beautiful ensemble of nature and ingenuity. The world of teaware is even more exquisite. The elegance of blue and white crane teaware, the philosophical charm of purple clay pots, and the exquisiteness of Chaoshan Gongfu teaware perfectly blend the beauty of the utensils with the spirit of the tea ceremony. Such a delicate deconstruction of tea-drinking intangible cultural heritage makes the charm of thousands of years of tea culture vividly visible, making people intoxicated and unaware of where to go!

Little Heat: Light up the time of midsummer Letter "Suddenly the warm wind comes, following the Little Heat." The summer whispers written by Bai Juyi are like a torch that lights up midsummer. When the sun travels along the ecliptic to the coordinate of 105°, from July 6 to 8 in the Gregorian calendar every year, Xiaoshu will arrive as scheduled with the crisp sound of cicadas shedding, spreading the prelude of midsummer between heaven and earth. The sunshine at this time has lost its subtleness in spring and turned into thousands of golden arrows pouring down. The sky is like bronze tempered by the fire, and the steaming heat creates twisted phantoms on the asphalt road. Even the old locust trees at the entrance of the alley curl up their leaves and tremble slightly in the heat wave. Although it has not yet reached the most scorching time of the year, the proverb "steaming above and boiling below" is already brewing in the morning breeze. Fine ripples appeared on the water of the lotus pond, dragonflies flew low over the curled lotus leaves, and intermittent croaking of frogs came from the distance, adding a vivid footnote to this increasingly intense summer ensemble. Small Heat is not only a turning point in the climate, but also carries the life wisdom of our ancestors. Farmers grind new wheat into flour and steam white steamed buns as a reward for their hard work; the sauce vats hanging under the eaves gurgle in the sunlight, brewing with a mellow salty aroma; children chase the sudden thunderstorm, making happy splashes in the alleys where the rain has just stopped. These small daily routines hidden in the heat of summer are like memories exposed to the sun, linking together the dialogue between Chinese people and nature for thousands of years. When dusk dyes the sky rouge, and fireflies carrying green lanterns shuttle among the grass, Xiaoshu is using his hot brushstrokes to engrave the enthusiasm and vitality of midsummer into a poem that will never fade in time.

I would like to use simple words to describe my feelings after reading this book. This is a slow-burning niche article that is disguised as a serious drama, but in fact it secretly talks about intangible cultural heritage skills and is beautifully written. The author has great literary attainments and uses poetic words to convey the story she wants to express to readers. The thick writing has a strong sense of history. This is not a fast-food novel, it requires you to read it carefully to appreciate its flavor. Maybe the story setting and incoherent transition plots will make people feel jerky and unclear at the beginning, but when you can't help but watch it, you will find that it will gradually get better. In the era of cool novels filled with protagonists who can do anything, how rare and unique it is. The imperial court, outside the country, Jianghu, fantasy... Each protagonist has his own independent performance stage. The turbulent life, separated roles, weak kinship, emotional longing, and unfortunate fate. The gears of time have allowed them to grow up through hardships. The joys and sorrows collide with each other, and together they interpret this intangible cultural heritage story that has been handed down from generation to generation.      ，，，！

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The author really loves China's excellent traditional culture and practices it. He spent two years searching for and understanding it, writing non-stop, and created novels to promote it, so that more readers can see these wonderful intangible cultural heritage and aesthetic innovations that keep pace with the times. I applaud the author for using online articles to expand the influence of traditional culture. I also hope to see more Chinese people understand and fall in love with intangible cultural heritage culture, and the national style will never fall out of fashion.

I am a sister who loves intangible cultural heritage. She has insisted on it for so many years. Every time she writes a book, she must go to the field to study and understand it thoroughly before writing. This kind of spirit is really rare. I remember that my little sister started writing books on this subject before the intangible cultural heritage competition. It is not easy to persist for so many years. Let me ask you, in this day and age, if there is no platform for writing essays on intangible cultural heritage and there are so many prizes, how many authors will insist on writing on this kind of subject? No, not one. Shouldn't we protect such authors? If you can't support me, please don't hurt me.

The author should be a young lady. She is so amazing. She has written so many books, all three of which are open at the same time (multi-open Big Brother 666), and she is so amazing that several of her books have received three stars. Female channel boss 666

Don't you hear that time is like a horse whipping forward, and the sun and moon are like falling flowers and flowing water? The weather has turned cold recently, so I put on my thick clothes, went outside, and breathed out a layer of white mist, only to realize that winter is about to begin in the blink of an eye. My friend, how have you been recently... I feel that you will definitely be indispensable this winter! The world is changing all the time, but what remains unchanged is the relationship between you and me. We will definitely have a steaming meal of red oil hot pot together, paired with a bottle of refreshing ice Coke. We don't need to go out, buy some ingredients, and just have a hearty chat at your house or my house... I still remember when I was young, when winter had just entered, we would often help the family buy some food for the winter. At that time, although the days were simple, they were full of warmth and expectation. I remember that we could wear thick cotton jackets and a hemp hat, run and play in the wind, and our little faces would be red from the cold. I still vaguely remember the lantern festival and temple fair. It was an antique building with bright lights and bustling people inside. We walked in the ancient city, watching the bright lights, people coming and going, tasting delicious hometown snacks, watching wonderful and interesting folk performances, and feeling the charm of the thousand-year-old ancient city together. In the end, we will buy some fireworks and firecrackers, and in the usual afternoon soon, we will light the firecrackers cracklingly. At that time, we are very happy. Sometimes we go together to buy some sweet potatoes and yams, dig a small pit on the edge of the wasteland, make a fire, blow on the calf, sing songs, wait for the bonfire to gradually extinguish, then put the sweet potatoes in and bury them on the spot. Wait for 7749 minutes, the temperature of the earth gradually fades away, dig out the sweet potatoes. Peeling off the layers of battered outer skin reveals the golden fruit inside. We know that it is the fragrance of the earth. The taste must be unforgettable. "If you don't take action in 1929, walk on the ice in 3949." When the river freezes a little firmer, we will dig a water hole together and use firecrackers and rocks to cut through the thick ice to see if there are any fish in it. Of course, we must also know that it is definitely not in it, but, just in case, who can say for sure about this kind of thing. Now that we have grown up, we no longer have the joy of childhood, but there are also other joys. As the saying goes, harvest in autumn and hide in winter. I think when I have free time, I can pickle pickles and bacon together and prepare to save them for winter. We can go to the market to buy some fresh vegetables, take them home, wash and dry the vegetables, and finally put them into a large pickle vat, sprinkle with salt and other seasonings, seal them patiently, and wait for a while before eating. Even if it is just paired with steamed buns and white porridge, and a bite of delicious pickles, I think we will definitely make the original choice at that time. This is undoubtedly the comfort of warmth in winter. We can go see the iron flower together. Craftsmen pour molten iron on the ancient city wall. When the molten iron is cold, it splashes and forms thousands of sparks, like a leafy tree crown. I remember it was called "tree flower". The gorgeous scene makes people feel like they are in a dream, bringing endless warmth and joy to the cold winter. It must be very warm. This winter, let us regain the warmth again and be happy together. Finally, it's the beginning of winter, let's have some dumplings together. The flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young anymore. You all, walk slowly, stay and cherish...

My name is Li Ping'an, Muzi Li, plainness is the real peace, I am returning to my hometown in Chang'an! The iron flowers are like a dream, full of brilliance, a furnace of iron flowers, thousands of stars! Blacksmithing is my profession! I am a inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage blacksmith! The reason why I have an indissoluble bond with the iron flower is because of a dream! When I was very young, one Spring Festival I witnessed with my own eyes the grand ceremony of iron flower making! Borrowing the scenery described in a poem by Xin Qiji: The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain. Thousands of iron flowers break through the night sky and bloom to their fullest. This is a romance unique to civilization. That's why I formed an indissoluble bond with the blacksmith! I had a dream after nightfall that night: In the dream, there was a fat little black man wearing a red bellyband, his whole body sparkling with sparks, smiling at me! Little Hei Pangdun: "Are you Li Ping'an? My surname is Da, my first name is Tiehua, and my nickname is Tieshu Yinhua!" When I was a child, I said to him: "I am Li Ping'an, Muzi Li, plainness is the real peace, An'an returned to his hometown in Chang'an ! Who has the surname Tiehua? The name Tiehua is so strange!" Iron flower! I am the incarnation of the iron flower, the iron flower spirit! I am honored to meet you today, and I feel that you are my destined person. I came here to visit you. I would like to ask Xiao Ping'an if you are willing to inherit the traditional intangible cultural heritage of the iron flower? " Li Ping'an: "Intangible Cultural Heritage? Inheriter?" Little Black Fatty, no, it should be called the Iron Flower Elf: "The so-called intangible cultural heritage (Intangible) Cultural Heritage), intangible cultural heritage refers to various social practices, conceptual expressions, expressions, knowledge, skills and related tools, objects, handicrafts and cultural places that are regarded by communities, groups, and sometimes individuals as part of their cultural heritage." The Iron Flower Elf paused and then said: "The Iron Flower is a traditional folk fireworks and a national intangible cultural heritage. The Iron Flower is a folk cultural performance technique discovered by ancient Chinese craftsmen in the process of casting utensils. It began in the Northern Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It has been more than a thousand years ago. History. Iron flower is mostly spread in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, and is most popular in Henan and Shanxi. Kaifeng iron flower is even known as the top ten folk arts in the Yellow River Basin. During the iron flower performance, a six-meter-high double-layered flower shed is set up in an open field, covered with fresh willow branches and tied with fireworks and firecrackers. A six-meter-high old pole was erected in the middle of the shed, making the total height of the shed more than ten meters. A furnace was set up next to it to melt the iron juice. More than a dozen performers took turns using flower sticks to hit the iron juice with a temperature of more than a thousand degrees onto the shed, forming iron flowers more than ten meters high. The iron flowers lit up fireworks and firecrackers, and were accompanied by "dragon piercing flowers." "The performance, the scene is spectacular, showing the characteristics of thrilling, festive and lively." Li Ping'an: "Then what does this have to do with me?" Iron Flower Elf: "Of course it does, young man, I see that you have amazing bones and extraordinary talents. You are one of a kind. The iron flower wizard, the important task of inheriting the iron flower is left to you." Li Ping'an: "Although I am young, I am not stupid, please speak human words!" The iron flower wizard: "Well, due to the development of society, many intangible cultural heritages have been lost in time. I think you are not very smart, so I want to see if you can inherit the inheritance of iron flower." Li Ping'an: "I don't like iron flower at first sight, so I won't go!" Tiehua Elf: "How is that possible? How many beauties love watching the iron flower? Think about it, if you learn how to perform the iron flower, a bunch of beauties around you cheer and look at you with adoring eyes. Wouldn't you be very handsome?" Because of commitment, I learned to make iron flowers. Practice in the summer during the summer heat, and practice in the winter during the three volts. In this way, Li Ping'an fell in love with the intangible heritage of blacksmithing. Or maybe it's because of the poem I fell in love with when I was a kid when I read Iron Flower: A thousand trees and flowers bloom on an east wind night. More blowing down, stars like rain

The four arts of the ancients: "qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting." I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken? If there is sound on the harp, why doesn't it sound when it is placed in the box? If the words are on your fingertips, why not listen to them on your fingertips? The ancient book "Qin Cao" records: "Fuxi made a qin." "Qin Dang Preface" records: "Fuxi's qin has one string and is seven feet and two inches long." "Book of Rites" records that "Shun made a five-string qin to sing the southern wind." Huan Tan's "New Theory" of the Han Dynasty records: "Shen Nong's qin was made of pure silk strings and carved paulownia wood. By the time of the Five Emperors, it was changed to eight feet and six inches. Yu Shun changed it to five strings, and King Wen and King Wu changed it to seven strings." The earliest guqin recorded in historical records only had five strings to symbolize metal, wood, water, fire and earth. Later, King Wen of the Zhou Dynasty added one string, and King Wu added one string, and it became seven strings. Hence the name "Lyre". "There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled, But I was at a loss at that time. Girl, this is a wonderful piece of music, would you be lucky enough to listen to it again?" He was dressed in light blue clothes, with a handsome face under the light and shadow. His expression was extraordinary, and his movements were like flowing clouds, which made people fascinated. Li Ping'an, with his dark hair untied and untied, gently swayed with a folding fan, and a smile hung on his lips. His slight smile felt like a spring breeze. "It's good if you don't dislike it, the young master. There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason. Each string and one column reminds me of my good years. The young master's literary talent is really great!" Pei Mingyue has a clear color, picturesque features and slender features. The plain hands gently caressed the piano, adjusting the strings and playing the tunes, while the jade hands were frivolous, and I could see the jade fingers gently playing with the strings, slowly twisting and picking up the strings. The posture of playing the piano was elegant, and the sound of playing the music was melodious and charming. Listening to this makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. After the song, Pei Mingyue raised her eyes, Li Ping'an's blue shirt gradually faded away, and there was a green bamboo stick on the pavilion, as bright and clear as jade, with the words "Jin Se" vaguely printed on it, and he was gone. Pei Mingyue looked at the "Jinse" jade Xiao, and then looked at the "Hua Nian" on her guqin. Unknowingly, he sang softly again: "Fifty strings of brocade harp for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years." The passing years are like a dream, like a dream, like a dream, like waking up, how to know the truth and falsehood? Several melancholy, the long pavilion is quiet, he will hold her soul when he is there, and when he is not, he will hold her heart. The harp and harp sing together, she plays the harp and he sings the Xiao, a match made in heaven, when does it rise and fall? I never know, her love, his heart? Is your heart like mine? "Why do you leave this flute behind every time you leave?" Pei Mingyue stroked the "Jinse Xiao", raised her eyes and showed her face. "Keep the token so that I can come back and find you." Li Ping'an looked at her tenderly, his eyes aroused. "Oh." I seem to understand, but I don't understand. Why should I understand? It would be better if he were not here. "It's just that I won't come again in the future." A faint emotion appeared on his face in a trance, and then passed away. "Why? Where are you going?" Pei Mingyue grabbed his sleeve, her face turned pale. "It's just a dream, it's time for you to wake up." There was only an echo, and there was a moment of white smoke. Where was he? When I woke up, I found a cold pillow with green jade and the word "Jin Se" printed on it. Tears fell, it was just a dream. It turns out that many years ago, they were a pair of musical instrument spirits in the fairy world, and they were inseparable day and night! One day, the demon world invaded the fairy world. In order to save her, he was turned into a magic flute by the master of the demon world. Since then, the golden years have been separated. But she thought he died for her, so he jumped off the Immortal Killing Platform, and a trace of his soul reincarnated into the human world! And after he found out, he traveled around the world just to find her reincarnation and let her return to the fairy world! But because of the control of the Lord of the Demon Realm, he was afraid of hurting her and wanted to return to the Demon Realm! Pei Mingyue chased Li Ping'an to the realm of immortals and demons. Pei Mingyue said to Li Ping'an: "It's originally the harmonious music of the harp and flute, but the two are divided into immortals and demons. The harp has fifty strings for no reason. Each string and one column reminds us of the past! Since there are two separate parts, the immortals and demons, why not join the reincarnation together with the music of the harp, flute and never leave each other!" Li Ping'an: "Okay, then let's play the Jinse Hua Nian Ensemble. We are no longer immortals or demons in this life, we only want to be two people for the rest of our lives!" Since then, only this poem has been left between heaven and earth: Fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column misses the Chinese years!

"Hello everyone, I am Longquan Sword. My original name is Longyuan Sword, also known as Qixing Longyuan. I was born in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. I was forged by two master swordsmiths, Ou Yezi and Qianjiang. After I made the sword, the world looked down at my sword, just like climbing a mountain and looking down into the abyss. It is ethereal and profound, as if The Buddha has a giant dragon lying on it, so it is called "Seven Stars Longyuan". In the Tang Dynasty, the word "Yuan" was changed to the word "Quan" to avoid the taboo of the great ancestor Li Yuan, and it was called "Seven Stars Longquan", which is called "Longquan Sword" for short. "Don't you see that Kunwu's iron smelting is flying in flames and smoke, and its red light and purple energy are impressive. After several years of hard work, he forged a sword named Longquan. The color of Longquan is like frost and snow, and the good workers sighed in wonder. The glazed jade box sprouts lotus flowers, and the golden rings reflect the bright moon. It is a time when there is no trouble in the world, so I am lucky enough to be able to protect myself from the gentlemen. The light is dark green snake color, and the articles are green turtle scales. Not only did he make friends with knight-errants, but he also got close to heroes. He Yan was abandoned on the middle road and drifted beside the ancient prison. Although buried in dust and useless, it can still soar to the sky every night. " "The three-foot Longquan Sword, no one can see it in the box. A falling goose bow and a hundred golden flower arrows. He devoted his loyalty to the country and fought in hardships. I hope to achieve meritorious deeds first, and then meet the king. "These are all the poems in the world that praise me.  But my favorite name is the Sword of Integrity and Nobility given to me by the world. I am called the Sword of Integrity and Nobility. There is also a story passed down: During the Spring and Autumn Period, the parents of the famous general Wu Zixu and his brother were killed by traitors. Xu fled to the end of the world, and was chased by Chu soldiers and horses. He fled to the bank of the Yangtze River without choosing a road, and saw only the mighty river and the vast turbulence. There were huge waves in front of him, and there were pursuers behind him. When he was extremely anxious, Wu Zixu found something upstream. A small boat came quickly, and the fisherman on the boat kept calling him to get on the boat. After Wu Zixu got on the boat, the boat quickly disappeared among the reed flowers and disappeared. The pursuers on the shore left in anger. The fisherman carried Wu Zixu to the shore and gave him food and wine. Wu Zixu thanked him profusely and asked him his name. The fisherman laughed and said that he was wandering on the waves. What was the use of his name? He only said: "Fisherman" "My father-in-law" is enough. Wu Zixu thanked and said goodbye. After walking a few steps, he turned around and turned back. He took off the ancestral sword of the third generation from his waist: Qixing Longyuan. He wanted to give this sword worth thousands of gold to The father-in-law thanked him and asked him not to reveal his whereabouts. He took the seven-star Longyuan sword, looked up to the sky and sighed, saying to Wu Zixu: I saved you just because you are a loyal person to the country, and you have no intention of repaying me. Now, you still suspect that I am greedy for profit and have no faith, so I have to use the sword to show my nobility. The fisherman takes his integrity and reputation so seriously that he even sacrifices his own life. From then on, the world gave me a sword called the Sword of Integrity and Nobility! What is a sword? The sword is the first of hundreds of weapons. The sword is also a sacred item in ancient times. Starting from the Yellow Emperor, "the emperor cast a sword from the copper of Shou Mountain and inscribed it with ancient astronomical characters." According to several articles in Guanzi, "In the past, gold came out of the mountain of Tianlu, and Chiyou took it and made it as sword armor." The above two theories are similar to that of Huangdi and Chiyou, both of whom made their own swords as soldiers.       ，，       ，,，, My name is Longquanjian, and I speak for myself

Xiaoshu is the eleventh solar term among the twenty-four solar terms. It usually falls between July 6 and 8 every year, marking the official start of the summer season. At this time, the temperature rises significantly, but it is not yet the hottest. There is a saying among the people that "slight heat and big heat require steaming at the top and boiling at the bottom." There are three phases of Xiaoshu: the first phase is when warm winds arrive, the second phase is when crickets take over the sky, and the third phase is when eagles begin to flock. In terms of customs, the south has the tradition of "eating new foods", that is, tasting new rice to pray for a good harvest; in the north, it is popular to eat dumplings with one's head bent.

"Suddenly warm winds arrive, following the arrival of Minor Heat." Minor Heat is the eleventh solar term among the twenty-four solar terms. At this time, the sun reaches 105 degrees of ecliptic longitude. The arrival of Slight Heat marks the beginning of the "three volts". Although Xiaoshu is not the hottest time of the year, after Xiaoshu, it will be followed by Great Heat, the hottest time of the year. Therefore, there is a folk saying that "Small Heat and Great Heat, steaming at the top and boiling at the bottom". In addition to the hot weather, rainfall is also concentrated before and after Minor Heat, and thunderstorms increase. Therefore, before and after Minor Heat is an important period for flood prevention, and we must pay attention to flood prevention. According to the ancient book "Collection of the Seventy-Two Hours of the Moon Order", the three seasons of Xiaoshu are: "The first period is when the warm wind arrives; the second period is when crickets live in the sky; the third period is when eagles begin to fly." During the first period of Minor Heat, the warm wind arrives, which means that there is no longer a cool breeze on the earth, and all the winds are carrying heat waves, and the heat is overwhelming; during the second period of Minor Heat, crickets live in the sky, which means that due to the hot weather, crickets leave the fields and come to the corners of the courtyard to escape the heat; during the third period of Minor Summer Period, eagles begin to fly, which means that eagles fly in the cool high air because the ground temperature is too high.

The warm breeze comes and everything is beautiful. When I raised my head and looked out the window, I didn't know when the cicadas had started to chirp, the sun was particularly bright, and the hot wind was stirring the green leaves. Although it is a "small" summer heat, in recent years the heat has come earlier and earlier with climate changes. It is no longer as the ancients said, "heat is divided into large and small, with small at the beginning of the month and large at the middle of the month. Today, the heat is still small." Nowadays, when we talk about Xiaoshu, we generally just refer to its meaning as a solar term. Although the heat is unbearable, the scenery in this season is really beautiful. When you see the emerald green tree shadows and the golden lake surface, you can feel very good even if you are sweating.