Waiting for You in Wangcheng
Come light, come curious,come carrying a weekend bagand a hunger for what lasts. Start with clay —warm from the palms of centuries —at Tongguan Kiln,where earth remembers fireand fire remembers names. Cut red paper into rising suns,into fish, into fortune,into something you’ll fold in your passportlike a quiet blessing. In Jinggang Ancient Townlower white cloth…