瓷器,总给人一种诗意。如冰似玉的釉色下,似乎掩盖着一个女人的柔嫩之心,它经历了灼烧的痛苦和泪水的洗礼,最后,冰封了心,孤傲而倔强地等待着它们不再相信的奇遇。在我,对待瓷器就向面对一个成熟的女人,静静地倾听她的人生,观赏她在经历中生长起来的魅力。笔者偶见一个精致的南宋斗笠碗,色泽青白相间,口径约19厘米,盘内划花流畅,盘外有淡淡花瓣,均匀对称,圈足内无釉,薄胎,釉色莹润,灯照胎透 Porcelain, always gives a poetic. Under glaze like icy jade, it seems to cover the delicate heart of a woman who has experienced burning pains and tears of baptism, and finally, frozen her heart, lonely and stubbornly waiting for adventures they no longer believe in. In my treatment of porcelain, I turned to face a mature woman and quietly listened to her life and watched the charm that she grew up in her experience. I occasionally a delicate Southern Song hats bowl, color white and white, caliber of about 19 cm, the tray draws the flow smoothly, the tray has the faint petal, is symmetrical, circle within foot without glaze, thin tire, glaze Yingrun, light according to tire through