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剔透的彩釉内的陶胚还隐隐映出指尖摩挲的痕迹，一丝丝指纹虽是封存在那薄薄的釉内，但每当我的指尖触及光滑的釉面，却似乎可感受到一股清流正缓缓从釉内流入我的心田，倾诉着一点一滴曾经的努力与汗水。

六年级的一个生日，万万没想到父母给我的生日礼物竟是让我自己去陶艺店做一个属于自己的陶艺作品作为生日礼物，我带着一份期待走进了陶艺店，走过店门口的栏架，一件件精美的陶艺作品令我惊叹，更令我对塑造这份作品多了一份渴望。

坐在一张木椅上，在陶艺老师的指导下，小心翼翼地拿过一团陶泥，放在转盘上，转盘在电机的驱动下开始了旋转，老师在一旁告诉我大体怎么做后，就悄悄离开了。我双手轻轻握住陶泥，在转盘的旋转中一点点将上部陶泥拔高，拉出一个瓶子的颈部，同时在下部略微放松，做出一个花瓶圆润的腹部。一切进展顺利，我不禁沉浸在一份舒畅的欣喜中，感觉我手中揽着的不是陶泥，而是一位少女柔软的纤腰，在一圈圈的旋转中翩翩起舞。

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很快，到了掏空的步骤，可这时的情况却急转直下，我轻轻用两指在中部向下按压，可正当压到一半时，整个陶胚却突然如脱缰的野马般逃离了我的控制，在转盘上肆意地狂舞着，我不知如何是好，手忙脚乱中顾不得多想，只想把陶胚扳正，但我却发现陶胚非但没有复原，陶泥还从我的指尖一点点流失，我眼睁睁看着一尊饱满的略显雏形的陶胚从偏离到变形，再到一点点残缺，最后支离破碎，在我手中只剩几团零星的陶泥。

我几乎要哭出来，看着刚才的成果付之东流，我的心里似乎有一把火在灼烧，又焦急又无可奈何，赶紧又抓了一团陶泥做了起来，可结果却是重蹈覆辙的悲剧。我颓然地瘫坐在椅子上，无助已经让我化作了一滩无力的水，再也无法激起澎湃的浪花。一段时间里，脑海中仿佛是一团死气沉沉的灰烬，沉默中弥漫着迷茫，我陷入了迷茫的沉思。

可突然一丝火星似乎在一片灰烬中复燃，我猛然想起：对了，我可能用力不均匀才会这样！我抱着试一试的心情再次启动了转盘，拿过一团陶泥再次挑战。这一次，我沉下心来，无比小心地进行着每一个步骤，再次到了掏空的步骤，我深吸了一口气，平稳着呼吸，捧着陶胚，细细感受转盘运动的力量，在一圈圈的旋转中，我隐隐地感觉到，有一个力的中点！我瞬间醍醐灌顶，似乎一下明白了其中的奥秘，我缓缓将手指插入这个点，屏息凝神，从上至下，尽量使用力均匀，不敢有一下疏忽，再进一步向外用力，慢慢地，一个中空的陶瓶已悄然形成，我心底有一股油然而生的欣喜。我抱着这份重获的信心，进一步对这尊陶胚进行加工，将转盘放慢，用指尖一点点修润粗糙的边缘，我几乎屏住了呼吸，怕一点点唐突的呼气让千辛万苦塑造出的作品遭到灭顶之灾。

The ceramic embryo in the transparent colored glaze still faintly reflects the trace of rubbing the fingertips. Although the fingerprints are sealed in the thin glaze, whenever my fingertips touch the smooth glaze, it seems that a clean stream is slowly flowing into my heart from the glaze, pouring out every bit of hard work and sweat.

One birthday of the sixth grade, I never imagined that the birthday gift my parents gave me was to let me go to the ceramic shop to make a ceramic work of my own as a birthday gift. I walked into the ceramic shop with an expectation and walked past the fence in front of the store. I was amazed by the exquisite ceramic works one by one, which made me more eager to shape this work.

Sitting on a wooden chair, under the guidance of the ceramic teacher, I carefully took a lump of clay and put it on the turntable. The turntable started to rotate under the drive of the motor. After the teacher told me how to do it, I quietly left. I gently hold the clay in my hands, and in the rotation of the turntable, I pull the upper clay up a little bit, pull out the neck of a bottle, and at the same time relax slightly at the lower part, making a round belly of a vase. Everything is going well, and I can't help being immersed in a comfortable joy. I feel that what I am holding in my hand is not clay, but a girl's soft waist, dancing in circles.

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Soon, the hollowing step came, but the situation took a turn for the worse. I gently pressed it down in the middle with two fingers, but when it was halfway down, the whole pottery embryo suddenly escaped from my control like a runaway wild horse, and danced wildly on the turntable. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to straighten the pottery embryo in a hurry, but I found that the pottery embryo had not recovered, and the clay was still a little from my fingertips.

I almost cried, watching the achievements just now go down the drain. There seemed to be a fire burning in my heart, anxious and helpless. I quickly grabbed a mass of clay and made it, but the result was a tragedy of repeating the same mistakes. I slumped in my chair, helpless and turned me into a pool of powerless water, which could no longer stir up surging waves. For a period of time, my mind seemed to be a dead ash, and the silence was filled with confusion, and I fell into a confused meditation.

But suddenly a spark seemed to rekindle in a piece of ashes, and I suddenly remembered: by the way, I may use uneven force to do this! I started the turntable again with a try, and took a lump of clay to challenge again. This time, I settled down and carried out every step with great care. Once again, I went to the hollowing step. I took a deep breath, breathed steadily, held the pottery embryo, and felt the power of the turntable movement carefully. In the round rotation, I vaguely felt that there was a midpoint of the force! I suddenly woke up and seemed to understand the mystery. I slowly inserted my finger into this point and held my breath. From top to bottom, I tried my best to use the force evenly, and I didn't dare to neglect it. Then, I exerted further force outward. Slowly, a hollow pottery bottle has quietly formed, and I felt a surge of joy in my heart. With this regained confidence, I further processed this ceramic embryo, slowed down the turntable, and smoothed the rough edges with my fingertips. I almost held my breath, fearing that a little abrupt breath would ruin the works that I had worked so hard to shape.