Embroidery (Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty) A piece of silk is as light as water in the bridal chamber and in the west chamber. Female laborers work with flowers and jade fingers to add spring color. Birds chase after gold needles and long feathers. The Shu brocade boasts and blames itself. The more silk it is, the more it is said, the price is still high. In the middle, it is used as a mandarin duck covered with red leaves and branches that do not hinder the knife. Nine machines (Song Dynasty, Anonymous) One machine is picking mulberry trees, trying on spring clothes, the wind is sunny, the sun is warm and weak, the oriole is singing on the peach blossom branches, and the words are unwilling to let people go. Two machines are walking on horseback. For a long time, I couldn't bear to pay lightly. I turned around, smiled and returned among the flowers. I was afraid that I would be caught by the flowers. The silkworms were already old and young. They flew to the east wind. After the banquet, they were rushed to the Cheung Chau Garden. When the palace maids were about to change their dance, they were dressed in four pieces. In the mute voice of the machine, there is a secret frown, and we weave the hanging lotus seeds. The flower is easy to twist, the heart is troubled, and the pulse is as chaotic as silk. The five horizontal lines of the machine are woven into the central line of Shen Lang's poem. No one can express sadness, hatred, and haggard. The six looms are all playing with flowers. There are two butterflies among the flowers. I watch them alone for a long time in the shadow of the window. The seven looms are weaving, and I hesitate again. I am afraid that someone will cut them lightly and fly them into two places. A divorce. How can I follow the eight-piece machine again? I know it is that poem weaving into a piece of desolation. I am tired of reading every line of it. I am speechless and I cannot bear to think about the nine-piece machine. The two flowers, two leaves and two branches are heartless. Since ancient times, I have said goodbye to each other from beginning to end, and my heart is haunted. A line of silk Om hahaha micro samadhi stud peacock flying to the southeast sentence "I have an embroidered waistband, the luxuriant flowers generate light by themselves", Shen Yue's poem in the Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty "Embroidered rose peach on the collar, acacia embroidered in the waist" Li Bai poem of the Tang Dynasty "Emerald golden strands" , embroidered into singing and dancing clothes. Sorry, it was a bit messy, I hope I can help you