Thousands of years

Chapter 38

The rain on the eaves absorbs the distant mountains and the nearby houses. At this time, Lin'an City is the most elegant, the music of the piano sings Ning, and the fragrance of tea visits the neighbors. You can see the mountains without talking about the misty rain.

The bead dropped from the silver chain made that party linger in one place, rushing from Qianqiu to the sincerity that no one dared to set foot on at this moment.

The rain in Lin'an City has nothing to worry about, of course it is clean and natural, and you can dance non-stop in the lake and pool, so happy.Or someone is still looking at it from the top of the tower on the mountain: no fisherman in coir raincoat is seen, but he is still looking for rain hook to play Jinyou.But in the Temple of the God of Wealth, there is no moss that everyone asks for.

What ordinary people put first in their hearts is often not the overwhelming wealth. At least for people like Mrs. Li, the biggest wish is to pray for a family reunion. If they can have more money in their hands, they will be well fed , it couldn't be better.

It's just that when these beggings may not be fulfilled, Mrs. Li's hope is only in weaving, and this thread can be broken a few times...

"Click."

"Shh..."

"Crack! Kick!"

The tubes are placed in the wooden shuttle that shuttles back and forth, sent back and forth, and the repeated steps are the same as Mrs. Li's every day without exception.

Although it is plain, it seems that Mrs. Li has sent her daily thoughts into it when she weaves it. She works hard for a living, and looks forward to reunion every day. chaos everywhere.

The crying in the alley before died away, but the bells in the Bell and Drum Tower over there shattered the rain and rushed straight to Shixifang.This Luo Bian was not only talking about Mrs. Li's story, but also about Lin'an City.

Although An Ji can't empathize with Mrs. Li's current thoughts, she can still use them as a comparison with her current situation - when her heart is disturbed, Zhiluo will also be chaotic. error.

Putting the book on his lap, An Ji raised his eyes to look at the distant mountains through the window of his home, but was blocked by the winding road, so he could only listen quietly to the rain that gathered into a stream.

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

An Ji is also clear, when he was a graduate student in history, he knew... not just Luo, but silk fabrics that can still be seen in seven or eight patterns unearthed today, and every tangible and unique piece on the Silk Road that can represent China. invisible.

As soon as someone could understand her story, Yu continued to talk incessantly, her words were very soft and soft, she was not telling the lullaby for others, but she couldn't bear to let the story that has been melted into the tenderness of the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years go hastily to the end.

Rain is something that has never changed in this world. From the mountains to the ocean, I don’t know how many legends I have heard. At least the Song Yun of Lin’an City, the leisurely elegance of Hangzhou City, and the unchanging perseverance of ordinary people in these thousands of years, It is the story that rain can tell people, which belongs to this land.

An Ji also discovered that in this rainy day, he can always resonate with the land where he lives in an unprecedented way. This thin book is more like knowing his own thoughts, explaining for himself...

The sixth sister has already moved to the loom beside her, and she is still weaving quietly, using the loom that has no jacquard mechanism at all to draw the pattern of peony, hibiscus, camellia and gardenia.

Mrs. Li's loom was still unexpectedly broken repeatedly today, but she didn't tie the knots a little bit impatiently, calling the broken thread to repeat.

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

With [-] years of history, [-] stars, no one can read all the stories, even if you can touch a piece of brilliance, it is unspeakable luck.

An Ji thinks that it is his luck that he can become attached to the thousand-year-old Hang Luo.

　① For thousands of years of Song Yun, refer to "A Brief Reading of Song Yun Culture"

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

　　③ Hualuo loom refers to "Hangluo Manufacturing Technology", the official account of the intangible cultural heritage unit from the media, and the consultation on the intangible cultural heritage inheritor of the project
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　　Digression: If you are interested in Hangluo, you can take a look at the self-media account of Hangluo non-heritage inheritance unit.Douyin "Aunt Hong's Hang Luo" and "Qiao Luo Sheng"

　　
　
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