The paper-cut handmade series I shared always makes me feel inexplicable every time I see it. I don’t have a suitable place to display them. I have also tried to frame them and hang them on the white wall of the study, but I just can’t see them no matter how I look at them. Unlike, there is no kind of presentation that I like or that they hope can fully interpret their beauty. Let’s go back 100 years and it will truly belong to the era when they need them. During festive festivals, men go out to work and women clean and cut at home. , everything was packed up, I sat down by the bright paper window, and with my hands flying like butterflies, I cut out the pictures I had already sketched in my mind. Time stands on the fingertips like a dragonfly.