Uncle Li

Since I, Uncle Li, can be reborn once, he must do it so that when he sees me, he will call me brother and brother, and when he sees me, he will bow his head and say something. There must be a place for me in the banquet at the Lord's house. As for that craftsman's itch in your heart? Simple. Lock a quiet room in the backyard and collect some glass lamps and jade toys from the previous dynasty. It was late at night, so I took out the modern gadget I made myself, not for stealing, but for dishing. Give these old objects a non-destructive maintenance and repair and watch them shine in my hands. "Done?" No. "Uncle Li is angry?" He's not angry anymore. What I like must be mine after all. But this time, it was not stolen, but bought, exchanged, and given willingly. This new life has to be lived like a mountain. It may not look high, but no one can get around it. The foundation must be deep and the surface must be stable. Handicraft work moves from the hands to the heart. This is considered a bit technical.