Chapter 38 Broken silk cannot continue the continuous rain of beads, weaving a picture of Qiandai Qiandai

The rain on the eaves gently absorbs the distant mountains and nearby houses. At this time, Lin'an City is the most elegant. The music of the piano sings peacefully, the fragrance of tea visits the neighbors, and the misty rain is silent, but you can see the scenery of the mountains.

The beads falling from the silver chain caused everyone to wander to one place, rushing from Qianqiong to the sincerity that no one dared to set foot on at this time.

The rain in Lin'an City is nothing to worry about. It is of course pure and natural. You can dance non-stop in the lakes and pools, so happy. Some people even look out from the top of the mountain and tower: No fisherman in coir raincoat is seen, but they are still looking for rain hooks to play with brocade. Tour. But in the God of Wealth’s Palace of Suffering, there is no moss and everyone is praying for it.

The top priority in the hearts of ordinary people is often not the overwhelming wealth. At least for people like Mrs. Li, the biggest wish is just to pray for family reunion. If they can have more money in their hands, they can have enough food and clothing. , it couldn’t be better.

But when such begging may not come true, Mrs. Li's only hope is that when weaving silk threads, the silk can be broken less often...

"Click."

"Shua..."

"Ka! Ka!"

The pigeons were placed in the wooden shuttle that shuttled back and forth, and the repeated steps were no different from Mrs. Li's every day without exception.

Although Hengluo is plain, asking Mrs. Li to weave it seems to have sent her daily thoughts into it. She works hard for a living and looks forward to reunion every day. Chaos everywhere.

The crying in the alley gradually died down, and the bells in the Bell and Drum Tower over there shattered the rain and rushed straight to Shixifang. This Luobin was not only telling the story of Mrs. Li, but also Telling the story of Lin'an City.

Although An Ji cannot empathize with Mrs. Li's current thoughts, he can compare them with his current situation - when the mind is confused, the fabric will also be disordered. Only when the heart is full of this, can we not stop. An error occurred.

Putting the book on his lap, An Ji raised his eyes and looked out the window of his home towards the distant mountains. However, his sight was blocked by the winding road, so he could only quietly listen to the rain that gathered into a stream.

What is woven here is never the silk itself, but a livelihood and a legend that will last for thousands of years.

An Ji also knows it well. He knew it when he was studying history as a graduate student...not just Luo, but also the silk fabrics that can still be unearthed today in seven or eight patterns. It is every tangible and tangible piece of history on the Silk Road that can represent China. invisible.

As long as someone could understand his story, Yu continued to speak eloquently. His words were very soft and gentle. He was not telling people a lullaby, but he couldn't bear to let this story that has been blended with thousands of years of tenderness in the south of the Yangtze River go hastily. to the end.

Rain is something that has never changed in this world. From the mountains to the ocean, I have heard many legends. At least the Song Dynasty of Lin'an City, the elegance of Hangzhou City, and the perseverance of ordinary people have never changed in these thousands of years. It is the story that rain can tell people that belongs to this land.

An Ji also discovered that in this rainy day, he could always resonate with this land of life like never before. This thin book seemed to know his own thoughts and explain it to him...

The sixth sister had moved to the loom on the side and was still weaving quietly. She used the loom with no jacquard mechanism to draw the pattern of peony, hibiscus, camellia and gardenia.

Mrs. Li's loom still had accidental thread breakage many times today, but she didn't have the slightest bit of impatience to tie the knots little by little and restart the broken threads.

The distant mountains are still in the rain, and the music of the piano is still in the wind. The Song Dynasty of Lin'an City is still in today's Hangzhou City, and the hard work of the people is still flowing in this world.

Five thousand years of history, three thousand stars, stories that no one can read all, even if they can touch a piece of glory, it is indescribable luck.

An Ji thought that he was lucky to be associated with Hang Luo who had lived for thousands of years.

①A Thousand Years of Song Yun Reference "A Brief Reading of Song Yun Culture"

②The rib pattern refers to "The Clothes of the Song Dynasty"

③Hualuo loom refers to "Hangluo Manufacturing Technology", the official self-media account of the intangible genetic inheritance unit, and consultation for the project's intangible genetic inheritors

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Off-topic: If you are interested in Hangluo, you can take a look at the self-media account of the Hangluo Intangible Heritage Inheritance Unit. Douyin "Aunt Hong's Hangluo", "Qiaoluosheng"
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