#Industry ·2026-02-07
Cast the fragments of mountains and rivers, the remnants of old dreams, into the silent belly of the pot. It first devours the noise, then spews out moonlight— In three minutes, scrap metal transforms into a flowing galaxy; In seven minutes, heartaches crystallize into blades alongside the ore. After cooling, what you get is not just a new tool, but also a version of yourself tempered by heat: Those convictions you thought unshakable actually just needed a fiercer flame to melt them away. In the kitchen corner, it's just the size of a fist; But pressing the switch instantly ignites a private star. Worn-out keys, broken necklaces, rings from exes… All turn into scorching stardust, swirling into a new planet in the pot. If you wish, you can name it "Rebirth," or simply "Tomorrow." When the metal solidifies, even the Milky Way learns to softly touch the cutting board. My father is getting old. He pours into this pot the iron nails, locks, and shell casings he's collected his entire life. As the flames lick them, he suddenly hums a military song softly— His voice is hoarse, like an oxidized old record. The moment the metal flows out, he uses a hammer to forge a small sickle, its blade gleaming with the moonlight of 1969. "Here you go," he says, "In the future, when you harvest rice, cut away those things you dare not forget." 1. Do not pour in unresolved regrets—they're explosive. 2. If you hear crying sounds from the pot, it's normal vaporization. Please adjust the heat to low. 3. If the metal turns rose-colored after cooling, it means you've forged even the softest parts into armor. Please be kind to it, and kind to yourself.
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No. 15 Industrial Avenue, Industrial Park, Shicheng County, Jiangxi Province
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