A letter from Cui Zipai to mothers all over the world~
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2025-05-11 00:00
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Dear Mother:
As you unfold this letter, the stone mill of Ruifu Oil Factory is emitting a gentle hum, the sesame fragrance from six hundred years ago travels through time, gently falling on your shoulders. This is our love letter, written with the heart of the oldest craftsmen, to all the inheritors of life in the long river of time.
We know that since the first drop of fragrant oil fell into the earthenware pot in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, the fate of the Cui brand has followed the same trajectory as yours. The thousands of kneadings in dozens of processes are just like the days and nights you spent turning your youthful black hair into white; the lines of sesame flowing in the stone mill,
are much like your gentle eyebrows when you tidy our clothes. The on-site recitation of "Moonlight in the Texture of the Stone Mill"—the words engraved are not only the rings of ancient craftsmanship, but also the poems you have carved into the lives of your children with half a lifetime.
Look at the plain white scarf dyed with intangible cultural heritage techniques, unfolding in the plant dyeing liquid like the moonlight pouring down. The texture of indigo precipitated in the depths of the wrinkles reminds us of how you hide the bitterness of life in your temples, yet turn your smile into the appearance of spring breeze. The oil jars displayed in the museum
gaze at each other from afar with the scarf you dyed yourself—the former holds six centuries of craftsmanship, the latter is soaked in never-fading maternal love. It turns out that the most precious intangible cultural heritage in the world is that you taught us how to love.
At noon's "Cui Character Banquet," the sesame fragrance rises in golden splendor in the dishes, like the trivial worries you have counted: the porridge warmed on the stove in the morning, the tucked-in corners of the quilt at night, and the small bottle of fragrant oil packed in the luggage when traveling. When the rhythm of "The wind from the south" in the Classic of Poetry rises with the aroma of the dishes,
we suddenly understand: the daily life you have written with firewood, rice, oil, and salt is the most touching epic of civilization.
As the world speeds up, we choose to cultivate time with a mother's attitude: guarding ancient methods as you guard innocence, and tolerating tradition as you tolerate edges and corners. Those quietly beautiful objects in the museum, those touching stories behind them,
are all our promises to time—the civilization class that mothers teach humanity, we will continue to write for centuries.
At this moment, the tie-dye scarf you dyed yourself is dancing gently in the wind, like the bow in your hair when you were young. Please allow us to condense six hundred years of craftsmanship into a drop of clear water in a glass bottle. When you open it, you will hear the whispers of sesame in the depths of time:
The end of all inheritance in the world is the light in a mother's eyes.
With time as a seal and craftsmanship as a promise
All the craftsmen of the Cui brand
May 10, 2025
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