一叶
一切从一片叶子开始。云南大叶种，晒青而成毛茶——点是一颗芽，线是一条脉，面是一坡茶山。
Broad-leaf varietal, sun-dried into maocha — a bud is a dot, a vein is a line, a hillside is the plane.
一饼
石磨压出同心圆，棉纸包住时间。点成纹，线成圈，面成饼——生青、熟褐、老红，越陈越香。
Stone-pressed concentric circles: dots become texture, lines become rings, rings become a cake that ages like time itself.
一江一线
澜沧江把群山切开，茶马古道又把群山缝上。江是实线，古道是虚线；马帮是流动的点，驿站是歇脚的面。
The Lancang River cuts the mountains open; the Tea Horse Road sews them back — one solid line, one dashed, mule caravans as moving dots.
一城十色
一区九县，十色成图。墨江压着北回归线，澜沧是拉祜族之乡，西盟住着佤族，孟连的傣寨临江——十颗点，撒在群山之间。
Ten counties, ten colors: Hani, Lahu, Va, Dai and Yi peoples scattered between 22° and 24° north.
五色纹样
葫芦是拉祜族的创世传说，木鼓是佤族的通天之器，孔雀开屏是傣家的吉祥，梯田是哈尼人刻在大地上的等高线，火把点亮彝家的夜。民族纹样，本就是点线面。
The gourd, the drum, the peacock, the terraces, the torch — folk geometry is dots, lines and planes at heart.