"Everyone said that this brocade has been destroyed." She held up the new work, "What can be destroyed? Silk? Dyes? No -"
"It's the 'perfect' old ruler in your mind."
"Women are born to be measured: their appearance must be flawless, their virtues must be flawless, and their craftsmanship must be flawless. If there is a slight stain, it is a waste product."
"Please look at this brocade: its stains have become beacons, and its cracks have become fields. Compared with the original perfect "Jiangshanwanli", it has the blood, tears and new life of tens of millions of people."
"I, Su Jinxiu, am here today not only to rectify the name of a piece of brocade——"
"I rectify the names of all women who have been accused of being 'flawed'."
"Justify our red sleeves that were cut off."
"Justify our hands that are stained with dust and stained with blood, but still want to embroider our own mountains and rivers!"
"From today on, red sleeves will not add fragrance——"
"Red sleeves, embroidery for thousands of years!"
