旧时光里,人们年年要还乡。跋山涉水,穿州过省,返回自己的来处。在故乡,从亲切的泥土、木头、布匹和粮食中汲取力量,再踏上路途。时光飞逝。当故乡日渐消失,云与水都已变样,我们幸好还有手工。它携带泥土、木头、布匹和粮食的气息,唤醒乡愁,抚慰众生,让每一位以手劳作的匠人,在现代化的荒原上披荆斩棘,独辟蹊径,眼含热泪,重返故乡。 Old times, people want to return home every year. Hell and high water, wear state across the province, to return to their own place. In hometown, learn from the kind of soil, wood, cloth and food, and then set foot on the road. time flies. As the homeland disappears, the clouds and water are transformed, and we are fortunate to have them handcrafted. Carrying the atmosphere of earth, wood, fabric and food, it awakens nostalgia and soothes the sentient beings. Let every tradesman who works by hand work in the modern wilderness through the clutches of sporadic, eye-opening tears and return to his hometown.