What are the allusions of ceramics?

The Dragon Bed The folk story of Jingdezhen ceramics grew up in Jingdezhen people on both sides of the Changjiang River. From generation to generation, they used the clear Changjiang water and their own blood and tears to knead porcelain clay, and made porcelain that was "as loud as a piano, as white as jade, as thin as paper and as bright as a mirror", which was well-known all over the country. Even the emperor who was far away in Beijing at that time had an idea on Jingdezhen porcelain. One year, just after the Spring Festival, an imperial edict came from Beijing, and an envoy was sent to Jingdezhen to make a unique dragon bed. This porcelain bed requires a golden dragon around the bedpost, two pairs of phoenix sunrise, and ganoderma lucidum clusters of peonies around it. If it is completed within one year, all the porcelain craftsmen in Jingdezhen will be killed. It was the new year, and people were forced to smile, but now everyone is worried. Some people say, "our town has been eating porcelain for generations, and we can burn it if we want. The emperor can't help us!" Some people say, "Difficult! The emperor was insatiable, and he didn't know how to cook well ...... "But Jingdezhen started work ahead of schedule this year, and every workshop had to start making dragon beds. The porcelain kilns burn dragon beds by hand. However, when it was burned over, it was either cracked or collapsed. For several months in a row, this large and fine dragon bed was never burned. At that time, there was a master of Chen Dehou, who was a veteran of kiln burning. The skill of kiln burning was the best in the whole town, and the porcelain burned by his hands was all white and clanging. Master Chen saw that the brothers of the city's porcelain makers were sad, and he was afraid that the dragon bed would burn badly and he would not be able to get out of his body and live. His heart was worse than a knife cut. He quietly made four dragon beds in his workshop, but none of them were burned. Master Chen has a daughter named Cuifang, who is smart and has learned how to paint red with one hand. It is said that the flowers she painted in the window will make butterflies and bees whirl around, and the peaches and plums she painted will make people feel sour when they see them in their mouths. Master Chen loves his daughter, and her daughter is very considerate of her father. Father and daughter live together. You always burn me and paint me, and I paint you and burn you. Now, day and night, we are bent on burning the dragon bed. It's the beginning of November in a blink of an eye, and there are only two months before the deadline for handing over the dragon bed. The more anxious I am, the faster the days pass. The overseers sent by Beijing and some minions of the county government in Fuliang County are getting tighter and tighter. They go to the east kiln, visit the west kiln, drink old people, scold children, and personally supervise the work in front of the kiln. Every time people go to a kiln, they have to kill pigs and chickens to honor them. If they are not treated properly, they will be charged with "disobeying the Holy Family" and arrested and killed alive. Master Chen is getting thinner and thinner day by day, and people are confused. He is always stroking the collapsed dragon bed and sighing and thinking. Cui Fang saw her father like this, just like countless invisible needles stuck in her heart. After a day's meal, Cuifang sat in a chair and rested for a while, and soon she was sleepy. Suddenly, thousands of golden lights flashed in front of my eyes. An old man with a white beard and a Buddha's broom descended from the sky and stood in front of Cuifang, saying, "Your father and daughter are very sincere in burning dragon beds, which moved the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor sent me to tell you the recipe for burning dragon beds: First, rebuild a new kiln according to a woman's body shape; "Second, when the dragon bed is put into the kiln, you can jump in when the fire is booming, and then the dragon bed can be burned." Say that finish, Buddha broom, golden light disappeared. Cuifang woke up with a grain of salt about what she had said in her dream, but she thought to herself, "No matter what, I will burn the dragon bed to save the whole town!" She told her father about changing the kiln and asked him to rebuild the dragon bed in the new kiln. However, no matter what Cui Fang said, my father still didn't agree. He said that this kind of kiln has been burned by ancestors for hundreds of years, and it is even more uncertain to burn it after changing the kiln. The days are like horse racing, and the dragon bed will be handed in in only one month. In the past, the governor in Beijing and the county government officials hoped that the dragon bed would be burned and sent to Beijing. If they kowtowed to this time, they would be rewarded by the emperor. Now, not only can they not be rewarded, but their future will be ruined. When they are in a hurry, people will show their wolves. All day long, they will scold and hit the porcelain maker when they meet him. But just beating and cursing won't make a dragon bed. Therefore, they are like flies, running around the town, asking around where there is a clever kiln master. Fragrant flowers grow in the corner, and they are also fragrant. They soon learned that Chen Dehou was an old kiln-burning pile. A group of peak sexually official minions, if they don't smell it, they will come straight to Master Chen's workshop as soon as they know it. As soon as the leading junior official met, he looked sideways and drank, "Old man! Is the dragon bed ready? " Master Chen shook his head and dragged his voice and replied, "No-yes." "no? ! If it doesn't burn well, it will kill all your kiln workers! " Master Chen was about to put his life at risk: "If you die, you die. What can you do?" "oh! Don't you dare disobey the sacred order. Somebody, tie this old man away! " A group of thugs were about to bind Master Chen when Cuifang ran out from behind and shouted, "You can't take my father away. We can burn the dragon bed on time!" The class was surprised to see a beautiful and tender girl suddenly come out. Especially a girl in a boudoir, who dared to make such a big statement surprised officials and minions. A leader came forward, looked at Cuifang up and down with greedy eyes, frowned and said, "Good! Anyway, you have to burn it by the end of this month, and you will be killed if it is delayed! " After a group of tigers and wolves left, Master Chen complained to his daughter, "I'm a man who died quickly, so forget it. Why do you get into the net again? You can't get away from it in the future." Cui Fang leaned against her father with tears in her eyes, and repeatedly asked her father to change the kiln according to the woman's figure, saying that the fairy's words must be believed, and this transformation seems very reasonable; It took a lot of time to talk left and right, but my father lost his opinion for a while. "Well, give it a try, it is good to burn. Anyway, I can't get away without burning! " I agreed with my daughter. Master Chen's father and daughter are busy starting work again. The first step is to invite several brothers and sisters to build a new kiln according to the woman's figure according to Cuifang's opinion. Up to now, our old firewood kiln in Jingdezhen still retains this shape. The kiln surface looks like a standing woman, with a pair of kiln eyes in the middle and upper part. When burning the kiln, it is red, saying that this is a pair of jade milk of a woman. After the porcelain blank was finished, Cuifang made every effort to draw dragons, phoenixes and flowers on the blank; Master Chen picked the driest and richest turpentine wood to burn the dragon bed. The dragon bed porcelain blank was put into the kiln. Before and after the ignition, Master Chen was so absorbed that he used all his kiln burning skills. Make the fire of the porcelain kiln uniform, noisy and blazing. At this time, Cui Fang ran to the back wing, combed her hair glossy and smooth, put on her favorite flowered clothes, walked out, stood at the door of the kiln, looked at her father for a while, but couldn't say what she wanted to say, and couldn't help crying, but she still fell down ... Master Chen was busy looking after the kiln fire and didn't notice her. Cuifang, as her elderly father, for the sake of the fate of thousands of kind-hearted porcelain artisans and not to make Jingdezhen ceramic art lost, finally ran to the door of the flaming kiln and called out "Take care, Dad!" Resolutely jumped into the kiln. When Master Chen saw it, he exclaimed "Tweety" and immediately rushed to the kiln door. The kiln door is like the mouth of a huge monster's blood basin, and the fiery flame jumps and rolls, trying to swallow everything. Bursts of anger dried the tears of the master, and the master fainted in front of the kiln. It's strange that the dragon bed was actually burned this time. In the workshop, it is crystal white, jade is shining, the glazed surface can see people, and it sounds like a golden bell and a jade chime. Eight golden dragons are shaking their heads and wagging their tails, two pairs of phoenixes are fluttering like wings, and flowers are faintly fragrant. Master Chen was lying on the couch. He finally opened his eyes and saw his daughter Cuifang standing in front of him. Then he looked intently. Where is the daughter? ! That is a colorful dragon bed! He let out a cry of surprise, but then two huge tears slowly shed down his withered cheeks ............................................................................................................................................................ People are happy, sad, proud and angry when they see the burnt dragon bed and hear Cuifang's tragic death. "I say the emperor can't beat us, Jingdezhen porcelain craftsman's skill is really wonderful!" "Send it to the capital as soon as possible, lest everyone suffer!" "Can't send! I sent one and will come back for two and three. No amount of dragon beds can fill the greedy belly of the official family! " During the discussion, a young man flashed through the crowd. When you look at it, it turns out to be Zheng Zhong, the master of Xinglong kiln. This person has always been outspoken and loves to fight against injustice. He has a lot of prestige at the local level. Now I saw him standing on the incense burner table in front of the hall and saying to everyone, "Dear brothers! I also agree not to send to Beijing! This dragon bed was burned by our Jingdezhen porcelain craftsman! "The emperor has thirty-two palaces and seventy-two courtyards. If all the palaces and courtyards need dragon beds, and officials, big and small, come to squeeze them, we can't cope with death!" The words woke everyone up, and the crowd immediately stirred up. Some young people picked blanks, rolled up their sleeves, raised their shoulder poles and shouted "Yes!" I just want to squeeze in and break the dragon bed. Master Chen saw this situation and quickly struggled to stand up. He waved his hand and said to everyone, "No! Can't! You can't do things rashly! " When people heard Master Chen's throat, the audience immediately quieted down. "The Dragon Bed took a year's hard work of all our porcelain craftsmen, and it belongs to Jingdezhen! We can't send it to Beijing or abort it. We should keep it well and put it in the town so that everyone can know that Jingdezhen can burn the dragon bed! " In this lecture, everyone said, "Yes! Yes! " Some people still want to say a few words, but one of Master Chen's younger brothers has stood up and said to everyone: "Master Chen is right. The burning of the dragon bed is the honor of Master Chen and the honor of our town's porcelain workers. We must protect the dragon bed well, and we will do it with them!" Everyone is unanimously in favor of this opinion. The woodpile burst into flames, which became more and more prosperous; A burst of gongs rang, and you called me to shout. Several strong young scientists carried the dragon bed and hung a portrait of Cuifang in front of the dragon bed, all the way to the street. Surrounded by many porcelain artisans, shouting, gong-beating, spear-beating, the road was a mile or two long, passing by the streets, more and more people saw it, and more and more people followed, men and women, old and young, crowded the road. When people pass by, looking at the golden dragon bed and the lovely emerald statues, they are filled with admiration and anger ... Strange to say, a group of arrogant officials and minions scold people if they don't fight. This time, all the porcelain craftsmen and residents in Jingdezhen took to the streets, but they were locked turtles and hid in nowhere. What is even more strange is that the Fuliang County yamen, which was originally opened in eight characters, is now closed for no reason; What's even more strange is that people later said: the Tang governor sent by Beijing also sneaked back to Beijing at night. With the death of the plague, the year is approaching. In this year, every household of Jingdezhen porcelain craftsmen exploded. Of course, Master Chen's house was the one that played the most, because everyone went to his house to pay a New Year call. 2