Blue and white porcelain always exudes a deep and restrained elegance. Patterns are drawn on the Ceramic body and then covered with a transparent glaze, fired once at high temperatures in a reduction flame. Its elegance comes from within, deeply rooted in its very essence. The elegance of blue and white is also extremely ancient and pure, without the garish colors that come from heavy brush strokes. It is the color reflected from the blue sky and the sea, pure and thorough.

The term “blue and white” always seems to carry a hint of solitude and a touch of nostalgic sadness. Looking at it, one can't help but think of the ancient, long, and narrow stone alleys in Jiangnan, as well as the noble and elegant women dressed in blue and white qipaos. There's always something faint yet pure and touching about their eyes and brows. Perhaps, because I am a nostalgic woman, I feel a kind of familiarity with blue and white, as if deep in my soul, there is an indissoluble connection to it.

“The outline of blue and white on a plain body, the brush strokes turning from thick to light, the Peony painted on the vase just like your initial makeup. The sandalwood incense slowly rising through the window, my thoughts you understand, the writing on the xuan paper stops halfway.” I like the classical and slightly melancholic lyrics of this song. I always feel that these are the most beautiful lines about blue and white, capturing its very soul. The originally beautiful and elegant blue and white porcelain becomes even more gentle and moving because of this song, much like chrysanthemums becoming more extraordinary when picked by Tao Yuanming beside his eastern hedge.

I have always thought that blue and white porcelain always exudes a deep and restrained elegance. Patterns are drawn on the ceramic body and then covered with a transparent glaze, fired once at high temperatures in a reduction flame. Its elegance comes from within, deeply rooted in its very essence. The elegance of blue and white is also extremely ancient and pure, without the garish colors that come from heavy brush strokes. It is the color reflected from the blue sky and the sea, pure and thorough. Facing it, one's heart inadvertently becomes calm and pure.

That ordinary clay, after going through dozens of complex processes, ultimately achieves the unique elegance of blue and white porcelain. “White glaze and blue flowers are formed in one firing, the flowers clearly visible through the glaze. One can appreciate the wondrous subtleties of creation, the infinite giving birth to the finite.” The poem by Qing dynasty scholar Gong Shi expresses the subtlety of blue and white porcelain. The inner core of blue and white is noble, or why would so many meticulous steps be required? The outer appearance of blue and white is simple, the clear contrast between blue and white colors surpassing the countless colors of spring.

Some say that blue and white porcelain has a Buddhist-like profundity, capable of making people see tranquility and introspection, reaching a state of spiritual immersion. Perhaps, this is true. I always feel that blue and white emits a kind of solitude and tranquility. Seeing it, one feels that this word is quiet and refined, just like stroking the smooth jade-like body of a blue and white porcelain vase, such coolness and comfort. It gives one a solemn sense of reverence.

Flipping through the history of blue and white porcelain, it has come from ancient times, experiencing the Tang, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, enduring the baptism of centuries and standing out in glory. I wonder who gave it such a beautiful and elegant name. I think that person must have had the charm of blue and white, quiet and distant, noble without even realizing it.

A woman like blue and white porcelain possesses the gentleness and tranquility of water, she can be a small stream gently flowing through the forest and channels. Her clarity can reflect the blue sky, the green trees, the swift flight of birds, and the graceful flutter of butterflies. She is a clear and beautiful poem, simple yet filled with profound meaning.

A woman like blue and white porcelain possesses the purity and beauty of the moon, she can be shy and silent hanging over the willow branches, or bright and clear high in the azure sky. Regardless of the ups and downs of the world, or the cycles of the moon waxing and waning, she always walks calmly along her own path. She knows that sometimes, silence can accumulate wisdom and precipitate life. Life needs to move forward in constant contemplation.

“The glaze rendering a picture of a lady, the charm privately hidden, while you smile coyly like a bud about to bloom.” Blue and white porcelain is beautiful, and a woman as noble and elegant as blue and white porcelain should be the ultimate in beauty. The plain white jade body is like your unadorned face, natural and uncarved, like a lotus emerging from clear water. The side-stroke depiction of the dark blue peony is like your smiling glance, reserved and beautiful like a bud about to bloom.

A woman like blue and white porcelain should be as cool as jade, neither proud nor impetuous, not tainted by too much of the world's disturbances, as still as a maiden, as light as Tea, her every frown and smile always graceful, elegant, and dignified. A woman like blue and white porcelain should be well-read, for learning enriches one's character. A person's external appearance can make them appear either splendid and majestic or graceful and varied, but a person's inner charm comes from deep within, impossible to hide. Perhaps she has a common appearance, but she naturally possesses an attractive inner quality, drawing people to approach and admire her.

A woman like blue and white porcelain has the brightness and sorrow of a Jiangnan water town, walking silently, rejoicing quietly, like the lush ancient vines intertwined on high walls and courtyards. They may seem deep and full of vicissitudes, but only they themselves truly understand the depth and weight of life. On each stem, there are carefully woven dreams that are both significant and beautiful.

A woman like blue and white porcelain, as light as tea, as enduring as tea, uses simple boiled water to steep leaves imbued with the spirit of nature, interpreting the vicissitudes of the world with a simple and ancient heart. With her clarity and purity, she awakens the confusion of the mortal heart. Tea is a simple flower blooming in the river of the soul.

I don't understand the tea ceremony, but I always like to use my clumsy skills and simple tea utensils to Brew a cup of tea casually. I like watching the tea leaves dance up and down in the cup, gradually unfurling their bodies. It seems that tea is a concentrated form of life. At first taste, it is slightly bitter, but the tea water is appealingly clear. A second taste reveals a hint of sweetness, and the tea water has become much lighter. The last taste requires savoring, with all the flavors of life contained within. This is the sensation that lingers in the mouth and nose after swallowing, slowly spreading throughout the body. At this moment, I feel as if I'm walking in a forest, with a refreshing feeling permeating every cell of my body. My whole being feels like the tea leaves, stretching and relaxing, moving freely like a fish or a bird. At this time, I just need to quietly listen to the clear and distant sounds emanating from the depths of my soul, savoring and contemplating. My soul is calm, and my gaze is cool.

Sitting quietly by the window, I focus on the slowly rising steam from the teacup, watching it gracefully dissipate and fade. Isn't that a woman in a flowing dress? I seem to see a woman dressed in a blue and white qipao, holding a plain paper umbrella, smiling faintly, stepping out from the depths of the peonies on the blue and white porcelain vase. Her steps are light yet firm, her figure graceful and elegant. She has crossed through the vastness of history, following