There is already a vast expanse of white snow outside the car window, another four seasons are reincarnating, and I am sitting in the car bored. Another era is changing, youth is abandoned by time, with the passing of the older generation of artists, the boneless lanterns of my childhood hometown , folk songs and raps, Nine Lions Pictures, Eighteen Arhats, colored stone inlays, pebble inlay techniques, Qingyin Temple Fairs, Banlong and other folk activities have gradually disappeared in the long river of history, replaced by various electronic games. Time passes by. The dragon-slaying sword cut through it, dividing it into the plain but meaningful past and the frivolous present. But I still naively believe that the flowers will bloom again. I think it is necessary to use