My heart is full of brilliance, and the world will not please you forever. How should I respond to the world outside the window? It's up to you. And a woman like me is narrow-minded, willful, sentimental, happy and unhappy, and not good at hiding herself. I often think, embroider a bloom and laugh at the beautiful feelings in my heart; Embroidering a yellow leaf is an old thing left over from the years; Embroidering a floating cloud is a lot of tenderness in your heart.
I believe that when embroidered, such as silk brocade, it will be very textured. That stitch and thread embroidered all kinds of past experiences, as well as the appropriate shade of pen and ink. This is my quiet life. Sweet love seems to be often seen in soap operas. Kusuke like me just needs to live a good life and keep a messy sentence so that he will always owe me a look back!
At a certain moment, my heart is still uneasy, and I can escape from the inner chamber and accommodate all my time of displacement. Those emotions that come back and forth in their hearts are quiet but not silent, and often prick themselves like needles. After all, years will not forgive, and people will burst into tears! Maybe I'm so stupid that I always forget to pass it on. Those heavy and light feelings can't bear to be discarded, but can only be embroidered into my secret chapters with imperfect paragraphs.
At this point, I just want to twist a needle and embroider my perfection. When the needle shuttles through this soft cotton cloth, the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the colorful summer when it falls, the rich autumn fruit, the winter rhyme of the snow cover, and the scenery of the four seasons are beautiful. The time of compassion slowly fell on Bisha, and only she knew my heart. Looking forward to how time flies, I don't know, time flies, and I will grow old with my face. Embroider sunshine, bright moon, beautiful flowers and sweet smiles while the breeze is still wet, and put all the beautiful things on. One day my hair was frosty, so I could roll up my clothes and read them gently.
Believe in yourself, I am an extremely gentle embroidered mother, and I like the embroidery of Jiangnan feelings and embroider my Jiangnan. Lotus flowers bloom, red light covers the clear water, fish play with lotus leaves, and draw boats to listen to the rain and sleep. I am an embroidered mother, leaning against the window with an awning boat, listening to the "squeaking" sound of the oars, smelling the flowers and watching the rain fall, so comfortable! Rough and fragrant years, the time flowing at the fingertips, such as writing an essay, dripping with ink, gently scooping a spoonful of morning dew, can also moisten the heart and disperse the fragrance.
Walking on the cotton satin of the years, some are slippery and stumbling, as long as you step on every step. Embroidering the spirit of Zhuangzi in my heart, the clear waves are more attractive, while the power behind them is boring interruption. Embroidered Weng Tao's intransigence, saying, "If you don't talk about bitterness in spring, you are always afraid of pregnancy." Pastoral is the ultimate destination. Because I know that if you plant hedges in your heart, you will find that life is full of Nanshan. Although I only want the beauty in my memory, the reality is always the opposite. When I look back, the lights are dim!
Perhaps, poets don't eat human fireworks, but the secularity of life is unavoidable. "The wind, the snow and the moon are idle, and the sorrow is redundant."
Embroidering a wisp of breeze condenses the aura of nature into an elegant flower, emitting a faint fragrance as if nothing had happened. Listen to the wind and surf, learn ink and listen to songs, sit still and meditate, snuggle up in your favorite words, smell the ink, twist the thread and embroider the softness of time, rest the sun and the moon, hold it just right and live up to it.
Zen said: "If you let go of the dust in the world, there will be no fire in your chest, no contempt in your heart, and the moon will come to the wind from time to time." Embroidering a normal heart and jumping out of worldly envy will change not the surrounding environment, but your own mentality. With the warmth of one meter of sunshine, let all the lost and lost tears dry, and then, everything is as beautiful as ever! Embroider my scenery, warm, brilliant, happy and bright.
Years later, I will remember that my embroidered mother this time is also beautiful, bright and lovely. ...
Editor's comment:
Wen Qi passed an embroidery shop at first, although the beauty and exquisiteness of embroidery can't be compared with Suzhou and Hangzhou embroidery. Embroidery is not embroidery in this life. "Walking on the cotton satin of the years is a bit stumbling, just take every step." Poetic sentences are an interpretation of beauty. "I often think, embroider a bloom and laugh at the beautiful feelings in my heart; Embroidering a yellow leaf is an old thing left over from the years; Embroidering a floating cloud is a lot of tenderness in your heart. " This paper introduces Tao Yuanming's poems, embroiders Zhuangzi spirit in his heart, and is indifferent to fame and fortune. "Because I know that if you plant hedges in your heart, you will find that life is full of Nanshan." Embroidery in the hand is beauty and art, and embroidery in the years is not only beauty? Everyone who lives seriously deserves to be respected!