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This literary work focuses on the great spirit of Chinese craftspeople building the Red Flag Canal， recalling the stories of generations of artisans， and evoking the spirit of their dedication and sacrifice.
About Author
Wang Xianqing-pen name Yin Hewan （Silver River-Bend）born in 1965 in Linzhou, central China's Henan province, and has long been engaged in grassroots administrative work. His representative works include the novel A Great Country's Craftspeople, prose collection Homesick for Nanwan Village, and documentary prose Yang Gui,I Don't Want to LBt You Go. The movie Returning to Red Flag Canal, adapted from the novel A Great Country's Craftspeople, won Zhengzhou city's 24th Best Works Award, and was selected to be shown at the 2020 China Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Part Ⅰ My Dream of Becoming an Artisan
Part Ⅱ The Road to Becoming an Artisan
Part Ⅲ The Artisan Spirit
Epilogue
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Preface
Nature is full of wonder and magic, and whether you look at it or not, whether you understand it or not, it continues, running in its own graceful and seasoned way. People are the sprites of nature and the children of nature, and need to be humble, clever and decent to be one with nature.People always seek unusual natural landscapes, first through their eyes, then through conduits of opUcal nerves that stimulate functional glands to produce hormones or euphoria, so that the blood flows like a song - when hormones are stable, the blood is as quiet as a stream, flowing slowly, wetting the heart; when strong winds, thunder and lightning, as well as heavy rains, suddenly rise, the heated blood ripples out into a thousand huge waves, stirring the soul. Mountains and rivers likewise have arteries and veins.Jin Ying (Golden Eagle), a 60-year-old craftsman from the East, while standing on the world-famous skywalk in the Grand Canyon of the West, comes to this realization of how his body and blood are also part of these mountains and rivers. The wind brushing over our faces clearly carries the warmth of his mother's hands. Towards dusk at this Grand Canyon in the West, the sunset resembles a curtain of many colors, hazy dark reds looming over a vague, shy sun. Such scenes often remind Chinese visitors of operas. Anyone familiar with the Chinese opera scene of four strings in the east would be familiar with this In the last scene of a wonderful drama, the actress playing the imperial con-cubine always covers half her face while slowly withdrawing.At this point, as the canyon's dazzling ribbons of sunset glow slowly vanish and the scorching sun seems to move reluctantly to hide behind the peaks, the blue skies and the evening glow fuse together... It is as if the long glass bridge spanning the canyon had waited for its makers to appreciate such a spectacular sunset.
