上古女娲,抟土造人。伟大的雕塑家,这一天她决定雕刻一个人,留给人世间不朽。她磨好刻刀,起草底稿,挑选材质,一刀一刀,他的眼他的唇,他的身体他的魂,每一次灵感点缀精美绝伦。双手伤痕累累,刀口新与旧,汗水渗入血痕深处,血滴和着汗水,眼泪溶着泥土。她倾注鲜血,倾注泪水,用身心血铸刻,精雕细琢,日日夜夜,心血犹滴。他是她的作品,嘴角微笑,奋进的颧,憔悴的心。静止的雕像,要度过七七四十九天才能成人,多少白天黑夜的煎熬,她惟 Ancient Nu Wa, 抟 soil made man. The great sculptor, she decided to carve a man on this day, leaving the world immortal. She rubbed a graver, drafted the script, selected the material, knife and knife, his lips his lips, his body his soul, every inspiration dotted exquisite. Hands scars, new and old knife, sweat into the depths of bloodstains, blood and sweat, tears dissolve in the soil. She devoted blood, pouring tears, with the physical and mental casting, crafted, day and night, painstaking drops. He is her work, his mouth smiling, Endeavor zygomatic, gaunt heart. Still statues, to spend seven or four forty-nine days to adults, how many days and nights of suffering, she