Before I started making pottery, every spring in S city, I was like a weeping willow that had been silent for a whole autumn and winter, waiting for the guidance of the spring breeze. At a certain moment, with the spring rain, pearl teeth and jade stamens were born, and always There is a feeling that urges me to re-read "Dream of Red Mansions". That year I lived in a community with a beautiful garden, and had an unforgettable spiritual experience of reading Red Mansions under Begonia flowers.