Poetry about blue and white porcelain, etc.

Take a good look, friend: the sky is blue, I am waiting for you.

It was late at night. Suddenly, she felt that from a certain angle in the room, a woman dressed in blue and white looked at her wedding bed with tears in her eyes, which made her feel sad. Come to think of it, I can see clearly, but her new husband's arm is around her waist again, and the hibiscus account is warm and short on spring night. Who has time to think about whether there is a woman with quiet eyes in the room?

The next day, she was dressed neatly, and her husband gently inserted a Hosta for her. She looked back at her husband with a smile and twisted her eyes with him, showing great love.

Just then, a blue and white porcelain with sycamore pattern in the corner of her new house exploded and cracked. On that untouched and normal morning, she fell in love with her new husband. This quiet and beautiful blue and white porcelain exploded like this, one by one, one by one, and broke into pieces.

The husband was inexplicably sad and called the servant in to clean up. She walked over and picked up half a piece of broken flowers. The porcelain mouth was as sharp as a biting mouth and bit her finger, instantly swallowing her heart, and then she was no longer her.

The sky is blue after the rain.

It was foggy and rainy that day.

I stood in the drizzle and waited.

This kiln porcelain will affect more than a dozen lives in Shenyang, and I won't allow any negligence. Mud color, embryo shape, kiln entry, firewood, temperature, the first process, I have been staring. I have no reason to walk away when they want to come out. Moreover, if there is no accident, the porcelain baked on such a rainy day will be a rare color in the world. In the process of making ceramics, it is very difficult to shine after rain, because when it is fired in the furnace, the moment it comes out of the furnace is bound to be rainy and rainy, and the requirements for the color on the glaze, the temperature in the furnace and the temperature and humidity in the furnace are very high. Misty rain is a part of blue vitality.

No one in this land has ever been able to burn blue after the rain. If this furnace is successful, Shenyang porcelain will become a tribute porcelain, and Shenyang porcelain, which has been declining for a hundred years, will regain its lost honor and dignity in my hands. I almost gave up everything for this. There is no room for error.

The hot oven door slowly cooled down, and the workers went in one by one and came out one by one.

My favorite hibiscus flower has a long crack.

The lotus I hope for is just a pile of fragments.

The dragon and phoenix, which could have been a tribute, were split in two.

As these torn, broken, and cut-off pieces of porcelain I hope are moved out one by one, I know how gloomy my face is in this misty rain.

At the height of the misty rain, the last piece of porcelain was finally moved out, which was the phoenix tree. This is a perfect buttonwood tree. I hope this kiln is broken, cracked and broken. This phoenix tree was personally colored by this phoenix tree and made into porcelain perfectly, which became the blue I hoped after the rain.

I approached slowly, stretched out my hand and touched the porcelain, and I felt the urge to kneel down and cry.

Women's famous phoenix tree

Wu Tong sits in the workshop every day, among piles of paints. Here, no one can draw better patterns than her. In the past two years, Shen's porcelain has been famous for its unique and elegant patterns. But this is still not enough. He needs something better. Shenyang can make the best porcelain, and even the royal family feels honored to use Shenyang porcelain.

That was the past in Shenyang.

In my generation, Shenyang has declined. Instead of making first-class porcelain, it is reduced to being placed on the street with all kinds of pottery. My heart is higher than the sky. Father died of depression because he couldn't burn good porcelain. Like his father, he died in the cellar of fierce porcelain. My two fathers pinned their hopes for life on a porcelain cellar. Porcelain is changeable. When it is still dirt, it is infinitely changeable. How can such fragile porcelain bear the hope of their lives? The porcelain in the cellar is broken. My father, like my grandfather, died in the blue and white pieces that were baked.

I can't be like my father

I want to make porcelain. I want to restore the glory of Shenyang. This is the only meaning of my life.

I don't know where the phoenix tree came from. One day, she stopped my car and said, I'll help you make porcelain. Will you marry me?

I don't believe women's lies. She has a delicate face in Zhang Wenjing and picturesque eyes. She handed me a piece of China. It's a blue and white porcelain hairpin, but its shape is very simple. But that color, I recognized at a glance, is a rare color after the rain.

Indus can't make porcelain, but it can draw very beautiful patterns.

I said, you stay. But I won't marry you.

You can see the scar in her eye.

If my family business declines, I won't be successful or famous. I have no intention of getting married.

Wu Tong can't make porcelain, but Shenyang's porcelain is really famous for her.

Wu Tong has me in his heart. I know. However, I never care. I don't want my wife and children to live a quiet life, I want family glory. I want to succeed.

I can't have any of these buttonwood trees.

But there are several women in this world, when they first saw me, they said to me: I will help you make porcelain, and you will marry me.

I can see my inner desire at a glance, and I can tell her inner truth in one sentence.

I like real women.

I like it too. Her eyes are calm. If I hadn't been born in Shenyang, what a wonderful life it would be to have such an intelligent and calm exquisite woman to accompany me to drink tea, listen to the rain, enjoy the lotus and chat.

Unfortunately, I was born in Shenyang.

Therefore, I can only say to Wu Tong: The pattern of porcelain in this kiln is very good.

Let's just say that her porcelain pattern is good. Otherwise, what can I say? Say, the woman who painted this porcelain pattern is also excellent? Can't say. Can't say.

Her temper may ask: Why don't you like such a good woman?

She loves too much. I can't give the same enthusiasm, I can only step back. The more you retreat, the more you cannot retreat.

The porcelain in Shenyang is already very good. There is even official news that Shenyang porcelain will probably become an official kiln again. Shenjia porcelain is exquisitely made, elegant in color and unique in decoration. Because this is all hand-painted by Wu Tong. However, it hasn't rained for nearly 200 years.

After all, this is a rare treasure.

If Shenyang can produce a piece of celadon after the rain and become an official kiln specializing in tribute porcelain, it will not be difficult anymore. At that time, our ancestors burned a rare sky blue porcelain as a tribute porcelain. However, after this porcelain entered the palace intact, it burst in front of the holy family for no reason, and Shen Jiayao was convicted. From then on, the scenery is no longer.

Shen men and women, from birth, shoulder the mission of restoring Shen porcelain. Becoming an official kiln is an inevitable step.

A matchmaker said: Miss He Zhifu's family is as beautiful as flowers, and she is eighteen years old, which is the right age to get married.

It is said that Miss He is dignified and generous, and has the demeanor of being the master.

The matchmaker kept bragging, and I looked up and saw a blue and white figure dodging outside the door. I can't help laughing, my heart is as calm as a phoenix tree, and there will be such a childish moment.

Miss He's intention is simple. She fell in love with me and married me, and I became the son-in-law of the magistrate. It is my family's business to make Shenyang porcelain into an official kiln.

Shen's porcelain is always blue and white, and is famous for its pure and flawless color. How can a marriage give the Shen family a name? Indus, this time, if I can burn sky-blue porcelain, I will marry you.

She looked up at me, so black and white, very smart eyes, not without appearing in my dream.

I don't need too much love and lovesickness. I never talk to her about porcelain, and she never listens. She smiles thoughtfully, does it silently, and walks behind me gently.

I know she has me in her heart. Or, because I know her mind, I also have her in my heart.

That's good.

It would be better if we could burn a cellar full of good porcelain.

Indus looked at me, eyes suddenly deep. Every time her eyes darken, I don't know her mind.

She said: I will help you make porcelain, and you will marry me.

In this world, how can there be such a woman without parents, history or even a surname? She just said her name was Wu Tong. I brought her back because of her words. She really helped me make good porcelain, and each piece is unique. But when I couldn't understand the depth of her eyes, I just vaguely regretted it. Who's Wu Tong? From where? Whose girl? How can I draw a good picture? Why do you have such a frank temperament?

I never asked. She never said that.

What a lonely woman.

A lonely woman, Wu Tong, asked me this question: Whether it can burn after rain depends on God's will. Can't you just ... marry me first?

I gently refused the phoenix tree: if you can't burn good porcelain, how can you bow down in front of the ancestors of the Shen family?

Indus bowed their heads and said nothing.

I'm getting busy. This kiln porcelain is related to the rise and fall of Shenyang, and I can't relax.

Occasionally, I hurried past the embryo room and saw the phoenix tree sitting behind a mud embryo, blending, sketching and coloring. She is getting thinner and paler, and her eyes are fixed on the mud embryo.

She stopped looking up at me.

In the last piece of clay embryo, Wu Tong painted the beauty of Wu Tong. The plane leaves were painted layer after layer, repeating like someone's heart. Only under the buttonwood tree, the position that should have stood as a beauty is empty.

Just waiting for this last embryo to enter the kiln. Indus painting is extremely slow. I won't allow them to act in haste.

We waited for another three days, and the phoenix tree finally came out of the embryo room. She is so thin that she doesn't talk with her head down. If it weren't for my nanny Gu's greeting, I almost knocked down the lotus basin in the yard.

It's time. I can't wait to see her. I personally moved the porcelain embryos into the kiln one by one.

I am all ears. Everything in my hand is the hope and dream of Shenyang boy for a hundred years.

When I moved the last phoenix tree pattern, I found that the beautiful scenery under the phoenix tree was still not drawn. At this time, it was too late to draw the phoenix tree again. Anyway, there is no beauty under the buttonwood tree, which may attract a phoenix.

The time of kiln closing and ignition is very tight, and there is almost no gap. Everyone was too nervous to lose.

The kiln was sealed and the fire was lit. Looking at the raging fire, my heart relaxed a little, and I looked for the buttonwood with my eyes.

But everyone is here, except the phoenix tree.

I asked the nurse: Where is the phoenix tree?

Everyone's face turned white in an instant. When you entered the kiln for the second time, Miss Wu Tong said that there was a small place that was not painted, so she followed with paint.

Some people say that they saw Miss Wu Tong go in and come out again. Others said that Miss Wu Tong had not come out yet.

At the moment when the kiln was closed, everyone was very anxious. Besides, this time I was the only one who moved the embryo into the kiln, and everyone only remembered that I came out. I ordered the kiln to be closed, and I ordered the ignition. But I don't remember the phoenix tree going in.

But I obviously didn't know that Wu Tong came in.

Turn off the fire! Open the kiln!

I shouted!

The hesitation of the workers, if the flameout, this kiln porcelain will be made in vain. And even if the fire goes out, if the girl Indus River is inside, there is no possibility of survival.

No longer possible.

The fire must be getting stronger and stronger, and it cannot be put out. Master, you should think twice.

I vomited blood and stopped talking. So much pain attacked me in a posture that seemed to destroy heaven and earth

Vomiting blood is nothing. I killed the woman in my heart for Shenyang. With a mouthful of blood, how can I do my heart injury? After all, I didn't cry.

Those injuries and pains in my heart, like fire, are entangled in my body, but I can't find an exit.

It's not sad to cry.

I walked into my bedroom step by step, holding this rare sycamore in my hand. I put her by the bed and looked at her quietly.

Under those repeated plane leaves, there is an empty ground with no beauty painted on it. At this time, a woman stood up, dressed in blue and white, with a beautiful face and a little sadness in her brow, and looked at me seriously.

This is not a buttonwood tree. Who else? Who will use such a pair of locked sad eyes to look at her earnestly, look at me and look at her eyes?

I reached out to touch her hand and stopped halfway. I asked: Why? Do you want me to marry a porcelain?

I looked at her, and she stood under the buttonwood and looked into my eyes. She didn't answer me.

It was a lifetime ago that she was burned into porcelain and I was separated from porcelain.

How did she answer me? Everyone wondered why I didn't pay tribute to this unique phoenix tree. Such rare porcelain will never be found in the world again.

But I didn't. I sent someone to the warehouse to select some old porcelain for the government. Those porcelains are the best that the Shen family can burn at present. What is needed is opportunity. And this phoenix tree, I won't give up. It's not because she is a rare porcelain that she doesn't give up. Imagine, how can I send the buttonwood away?

Celadon is full of vitality after the rain. Or, Wu Tong would rather stay.

I ordered to lock the door of Shen Shi Ancestral Hall, and I will never go in and bow down again.

The Shen family made a living by firing blue and white porcelain for generations, and they were also proud of porcelain. Today, I disregard Shen's reputation for my own benefit. I have no face to bow down to my ancestors.

I still make porcelain, mix mud, beat embryos, color, enter the kiln, seal the kiln, light the lamp, turn off the fire and leave the kiln every day. I do it one by one. The shopkeeper said that Shenyang porcelain sold well. I am not as happy as before. I have no reason to be happy when I go back to my room every night and see the phoenix tree looking at me quietly.

My heart gradually calmed down. The Shen family have been porcelain makers for generations, and it is their bounden duty to do porcelain well. And my father and I, as well as my grandfather, are too eager for fame. Under the heart of fame and fortune, how can we make good porcelain?

I have wasted 25 years, and I have been focusing on utilitarianism, and I don't want to understand this truth. That I lost the buttonwood.

Unexpectedly, Shenjiayao became an official kiln.

The government issued a document, and other kiln owners came to congratulate.

I didn't marry Miss He Zhifu, nor did I burn celadon after the rain. I don't want to make Shenyang porcelain into an official kiln anymore. I just want to be a porcelain craftsman who can burn good porcelain. It happened that what you always wanted came excitedly when you suddenly didn't want it.

The Shen family is more excited than ever, and many old servants wander quietly in front of the Shen family ancestral hall with locked doors. The long-cherished wish of the Shen family has finally come true, and they have experienced many disappointments with my parents. They are so urgent.

I'm not ignorant.

I can also know that it won't be that simple. Shenyang porcelain is unique enough, but driven by utilitarianism, I still can't make the best porcelain in Shenyang. The blue and white porcelain taken out of the warehouse is good, but it is still not the best in Shenyang. If someone didn't contribute from it, how could it be possible to make Shenjiayao an official kiln?

It was night and it was raining heavily. I gently picked up the phoenix tree, and I looked at her face, so quiet and so indifferent.

The rain outside the banana curtain is urgent, which is a time that passes in a hurry. Blue-and-white porcelain looks old, only I am getting old, and the beauty of Indus will always be fixed on the blue-and-white porcelain that never fades.

Indus, look at my face. In the past two years, wrinkles have been rampant.

That miss he, I shouldn't have married her, so she won't marry anyone else.

Indus, if I marry someone else, you will be very sad. But Indus, that Miss He, how much she looks like you. The day I promised to marry Miss He was misty and rainy. The kiln of Shenyang blue-and-white porcelain made by myself was released today. At the moment when the kiln was opened, the misty rain was the strongest. There are only eight pieces of porcelain in this kiln, including bottles, pots, pots, bowls, plates and cups. The last small one is a hairpin. By this year, I have known Wu Tong for eight years. She helped me make porcelain for three years. She became a porcelain and stayed in my room for five years. I made eight pieces of blue and white porcelain for the phoenix tree. I made a porcelain hairpin for buttonwood. I personally made all the pieces and sent them to the kiln. These eight pieces of porcelain are well preserved and have become rare colors in the world at the moment they are baked.

Shenyang has never burned such good porcelain.

I ordered someone to open the door of the ancestral temple.

Sacrifice is quiet and grand. I wore a white robe and went in with a sycamore vase to bow down.

As we all know, I regard the sycamore vase as the embodiment of sycamore. But they were still surprised, how could a mere painted phoenix tree qualify to enter the Shenyang ancestral temple?

The Indus River is certainly qualified.

In my heart, I have regarded her as my dead wife. I'm going to marry someone else. Of course, my wife will bow down in the Shen family ancestral hall.

At the age of thirty, I finally became the groom. I married a bride who looks like a phoenix tree and has a temperament like a phoenix tree. Wu Tong said: I will help you make porcelain, and you will marry me. And she said: I don't know what I can do for you, I can only wait for you here.

Shenjiayao became an official kiln, which is naturally the result of the father's love for his daughter and endless waiting.

I can make good porcelain, I know, I will make Shenyang porcelain worthy of the name.

Life is so long, I can grow old alone, but I can't let the Shen family break the incense here. Shenjiayao always produces the best porcelain.

My phoenix tree, a beautiful thin woman and a beautiful phoenix tree with unique patterns, will only be quietly placed in the ancestral hall of Shenyang as blue and white porcelain. She is also my wife, quietly placed in my heart.

I thought I'd end up like this.

He Qinghua, my new wife Tsinghua, went to Shenyang Ancestral Temple as the new hostess the day after her marriage. She took a fancy to this blue-and-white phoenix tree at first sight. After listening to the servant say that it is my favorite thing, she worshipped her ancestors and moved back to her new house.

The next day, the plane tree suddenly broke. Blue and white cut their fingers with a piece of debris. I asked her if it hurt, and suddenly I looked at her face. Why do I feel like a phoenix tree laughing?

Blue and white flowers are more and more like phoenix trees. My heart grows more attached to her every day. Sometimes I even think she is a buttonwood tree.

When the soul of the phoenix tree has been integrated with her.

My name is Wutong.

I was born in a small village that has always been very remote. The villagers in that village are all ordinary people. I used to-I thought I was like that.

But when I was eighteen, my father told me that I was not ordinary. I am a soul living in a piece of blue and white porcelain. I used to be a girl of his ancestors and fell in love with an heir of the Shenyang family, but later, Dongzi Shen married someone else. I was very sad and jumped into the kiln. My body is reduced to ashes. My soul is attached to a blue and white porcelain. This blue and white with my soul was foggy and rainy that day, so it became a treasure in porcelain and contributed to the palace. I almost exhausted all the strength of my soul, and the blue and white porcelain attached to me burst in front of the emperor. Yan Long was furious, and Shenyang was convicted and depressed for a hundred years. And I, after doing my best to avenge Shen Gongzi's change of heart, left a thin soul attached to a piece of broken porcelain, tossing and turning from the garbage to the depths of the soil for many years, and was about to be crushed into dust. My father, a magician with profound Taoist skills, accidentally stepped on me, heard my groans and turned me into an adult by magic. I have grown up for eighteen years, and I am still not a real person. Father said: Go to Shenyang's house. Master Shen is 22 years old. This is the afterlife of Dongzi Shen. You have a half-life marriage with him. Things are always changing. If you can stand it, it will be perfect. If you can't stand it, it's nothing.

I finally met the young heir of the Shenyang family. There is so much wind and frost in his eyes. At a young age, you have to bear the hope of a family. How can there be no wind and frost?

Is it fate in a previous life, or is it an injustice? I put him in my heart at first sight. So I said to him: I will help you make porcelain, and you will marry me.

14. Things change.

You saw it. He didn't marry me after all. He wants to make porcelain before marrying me, but he doesn't know that he can make porcelain after marrying me. What else can I do? I have to turn myself into a good porcelain. Fortunately, he didn't offer me as a tribute, otherwise everything would repeat itself.

He married Miss He Tsinghua, who is said to look like me and have the same temperament. He Qinghua is also a spoony person. I waited for him for eight years until I was twenty-five. In this era, who has the courage to wait for a man to get married at the age of 25?

Now, I am He Qinghua, mistress of Master Shen.

Occasionally, my husband will call me Indus. After the phone call, he would immediately say, Tsinghua, I'm sorry. I smiled and didn't mind.

How did I change from Indus orientalis to He Qinghua? I told you at the beginning. As a wisp of soul, I took the opportunity to cut off He Qinghua's finger and put it on.

My father, the warlock who reborn me, said this: things are always changing. You are just the soul of the first floor. You can bear it, and you have a future.

I have endured the loneliness I haven't seen for three years, the fierceness of a kiln fire, and the pain of silence for five years. I am just a wisp of soul. If I want to have a blind date with him, I can only find a woman's body instead.

Love is laughing and drinking arsenic. Someone has to die.

My name is He Qinghua.

When I was eighteen, I met a boy who made porcelain. Since then, I have been deeply worried about how to wash away the deep sadness locked in his young and handsome brow.

I tried to help him. I waited for him for eight years.

When I was 25, I finally married him.

But on the third day of my marriage with him, I cut my finger by a piece of broken porcelain.

Then, this moment is me. I was locked in this piece of broken porcelain. Is being buried in the soil bit by bit.