The clay is thick and simple, The firewood is unrestrained and lively. When the two meet and interact, They give birth to free-spirited elves.
Wood firing is the union of people, earth, and fire,
Pursuing the changes in ash deposition,
And the texture of the clay's skin."
The body of the pot shows traces where the fire once
lingered,Natural and devoid of any pretense.
Not contrived or artificial, The clumsiness of ash deposits, The brightness
from the fire, all are natural.
Thick, ancient, and returning to the original beauty,
Just like the simplicity and naturalness of friendship,
Enduring and ever fresh.
The beauty of mountain rocks, Holding and accommodating, Humble and unassuming.