Snow Hezhai

The Changjiang River in Muzhou has swept away the centuries-old porcelain soul of Changnan Town. In the late years of Xianfeng, Chen Xueqiao cut off his fingers to disobey orders, Zhou Shichang froze to death in the dragon kiln in the 24th year of Guangxu, and Tao Laobing died in the fire while holding porcelain in his arms during the Republic of China. Seven generations of craftsmen paved the inheritance path with their flesh and blood. Chen Yanzhi went from being a kiln sacrificial boy to the master of the Snow Crane House, struggling to survive in the gap between Changnan and Muzhou; Li Shouzhuo hid the password in the brick pattern, and Li Muhan lost the kiln fire in the Shang Dynasty; in 2027, Li Nianhe guarded the empty tomb, and Aguo of the Yi ethnic group echoed the ancestors with three short and one long breaths. The kiln fire will go out, the porcelain will break, and people will die. But the wind of memory blows across the water of Changjiang River, and there are always ripples. From generation to generation, there is a generation of cranes to fly; from generation to generation, there is a generation of kilns to protect. And obsession is never about perfection, but about the courage to still try to be whole in a broken world.