The
ice-carving
The
block of solid ice
Alone
it tells us nothing
We
touch it
In
the hands of carvers
The
block of solid ice will transform
Into
the glorious sights when they are done
Standing
tall on display to onlookers
It
takes skills and experiences
The
delicate job needs patience
Once
it it broken it is hard to put it back
The
block of ice the hands can create
It
is about relationship
No
hurrying no distrust
No
greed no backstabbing
It
never last but patience will
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