Luminous cup with clay aroma

　The land of my hometown makes me dream and smell the fragrance. In the soil there are my dreams, my roots, my soul, and I belong to one another.

　　Whenever I set foot on the land of my hometown Chongming Island, in the air that flutters with the wind and spreads everywhere, a familiar and good smell of mud will gently tickle my sense of smell, making my mood suddenly become happy and cheerful.

　　In spring, the herbs are green, Vientiane is renewed, the fragrance of young leaves and the smell of earth fill the air, take a deep breath, and suddenly feel the vitality of the whole body. The rejuvenated seedlings emerge from the dead leaves and gradually cover the loess between the ridges. The rice paddies that have been sleeping for a winter have turned up rows of mud waves, emitting a fresh, rich smell that rises and spreads over the fields.

　　In summer, the hot sun scorches the soil, the fields steam up like foggy white gas, the birds and cicadas around them come like a tide, and the strong and mellow earth fragrance comes to the face, which makes people feel relaxed. The summer fields are pure green, full of green, green and vigorous, vegetables are green, melons and fruits are abundant, and a scenery of harvest in sight carries the farmers' heavy hopes.

　　In autumn, the fields of the countryside are colorful, mature, stable and most poetic. The autumn wind fluttered, blowing out a colorful color, the earth was dyed with brilliant autumn colors: gold-like yellow, emerald-like green, agate-like red, the whole earth is like a color block carefully drawn by printmakers, in the bright sun, the seductive mud fragrance overflows on the surface, the fields are thick in autumn, melons and fruits are fragrant and fragrant, a cart of rice is being sent into the barn, along the way floating with a seductive rice fragrance, farmers are busy in the rice sea, smiling.

　　In winter, the land is completely exposed under the sky, the sky is vast, the wind is fierce, full of vitality, even in the deep winter of depression, you can feel the vitality brought by ice and snow to the earth. The winter sun is light and simple, and there seems to be not much heat. However, "the earth is slightly warm and blowing", if you grab a handful of soil and scatter it in the air, you will still smell a familiar smell of mud. At this point, you will feel that there is still infinite vitality in the depths of the field.

　　The soil of my hometown is beautiful and alive, and in the soil of my hometown there are my dreams, my roots, my soul, and I belong to each other.

　　The land of my hometown makes me dream, smell the fragrance, smell the fragrance, and absorb the nutrition; let me look forward to seeing the potential of all things in the universe. The land of the homeland is not kitsch, not whitewashed, stubborn and ostentatious in the season to show charm. (Guo Shuqing)