Chapter 69 speak out

I think, at the beginning, she herself didn't know that she would go so far later. Just like Lei Zu, who happened to walk under a tree, saw a glittering cocoon by chance, and heard the sound of the breeze scratching the leaves, she stretched out her hand in amazement and picked off the oval that was as white as snow and condensed as a bud, and then pulled it away. Stretch it, only to find that it is a story that is too long to tell.She didn't know that she had pulled out a thing called "silk", and she didn't even know that the whole tribe would produce a silk culture, and thus would embark on a "silk road" that would go around half the world— All she knows is that good green mulberry tree, which grows in a warm and soft spring.There is a cocoon on the tree that is bright and inclusive, how did she know that such a soft and subtle thread can be tough enough to hold a history.

Another example is another unknown ancestor who came to the Yellow River on a dewy morning.Hearing the twitter and harmony of the waterfowl, on a whim, he followed suit and called out: "Close—Close One" The waterfowl replied foolishly, and he learned again mischievously.Suddenly, he discovered how soft and beautiful the key word ending in "horse" is. "Shut up," he said. "Guan Guan Yajiu." He said, suddenly, he knew that was a good sentence. "Guan Guan Suijiu," he continued to read, while the waterfowl were on the sandbar, and the sandbar was on the river, and because of the luxuriant spring grass, it looked light and puffy, as if it would drift away with the current at any time.

Alas, it's so simple, a river, a spring, a half-real and half-empty sandbar on the river overnight, half-hidden water birds on the island, and a happy and sad self who sees all this.He felt that something rushed to his lips, so he said it directly: "Guanguan Suijiu——in the river continent." He didn't know that it was poetry, he just wanted to say what he heard and saw in the spring morning.However, he recited a poem, starting with a river. When I first met Bihua, I only knew that she was the wife of the poet Luo Qing.And the position of "poet's wife" is probably already a burdensome title.I didn't pay attention to her for a moment.Later, in 1982, when I raised funds for the refugees in northern Thailand, I organized the "Writer's Small Handicraft Bazaar". She brought out some exquisite embroidery jewelry, which really surprised everyone. In 1986, she exhibited again at the Taiwan Folk Arts and Cultural Heritage House, and her works became even more beautiful and rich. Recently, she compiled her experience and works into a collection, and when she opened it page by page, she felt like a collection of poems with illustrations—— —In other words, for a picture book with explanations, I am envious and willing to "speak for her beauty".

The karma between Bi Hua and Si Xian is actually quite accidental.That year, when her mother went abroad, she left a box of silk thread for her. It was probably the first time she was amazed, right?The earliest expression of Chinese colors can be seen in painted pottery, and as for the written records, it can be found in Shangshu: "The five colors are more outstanding than the five colors, and they serve as Ruming." It can be seen that the early colors were connected with silk threads (although they are not are not thus connected with each other).The brilliance of colored silk thread is enough to adjust monochromatic cloth, and then to distinguish the ranks of the military. Silk loves the longing eyes.

Bihua picked up the needle and traced it, and unknowingly made a small handicraft similar to a sachet. The sachet is actually a good mood in the early summer of the agricultural society in ancient times. A newly married woman, in the second year On the Dragon Boat Festival, it is customary to make some sachets to distribute to the tribe, especially children, who can often bring different sachets from aunts, sisters-in-law, sisters, etc. like "wearing the seal of the six countries".It's called exorcising evil spirits, but in fact, it has its own comparison of superior and clumsy craftsmanship, and the craftsmanship of the newlyweds has always been the focus of everyone's attention.When Bi Hua first tried her handicraft, she felt like a newlywed, right?When it was distributed to everyone to watch and circulate, the mood was just a mass of joy during the festival, right?

But as she sewed, after every stitch and thread, she actually sewed out a unique style of embroidered jewelry.Although there are gold, silver, copper, tin, beads, jade, and various diamonds and gemstones in the world, as well as glass, ceramics, seeds, wood, bones, teeth... But if you want to find a pair of exquisite embroidery jewelry, you must go to Bihua's Going to the workshop——I dare say that Bihua herself didn’t know about this matter at the beginning. She just thought that the silk thread was fresh and beautiful, and she just knew that putting two silk threads together would be more fresh than one. Lively and beautiful, the lines are overlapping, unexpectedly just like this, a lot of things have come into being.

My mood when looking at Bihua's works is like a child reaching out for a newly married sachet on the Dragon Boat Festival, hanging it on his body, feeling infinite joy-for the good needlework that makes the fragrance and life beautiful, and for the good year between the village and the community. Jiejing was in great spirits, and he unknowingly started a business for fun. Appreciate the works of Bihua carefully, or imitate the jade wares of the Warring States Period, which are lustrous and gentle.Or imitate Indian color, seductive and mysterious.Or as Chijiao Tengyun or into a beautiful flower group.His thoughtfulness is so dense, his taste is mellow and elegant, and his use of color and needles can be magnificent and successful, all of which are surprising and astonishing.

If Bihua had made a good plan from the very beginning, set up a banner, and drew up a ten-year work schedule, there would be nothing wrong with making himself a "modern embroidery jewelry maker".But I prefer her current routine, which is to unknowingly pick up a silk thread that belongs to the mother - and then pick up another.Color and color are imparted, and spirit and form are connected.Unable to hold herself back, she fell into confusion and excitement step by step. Her works emerged in dreams, grew in meditation, and completed stitch by stitch in tranquility. I am happy for Bihua, but I am more happy to produce Bihua's social happiness, I am happy for the Yingyang era when heroes in art are expanding everywhere, I am happy for the tradition that can be wedged into modern times, and I am happy for the right to see good things. Secretly delighted.