During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Lu Ran, a young man from the Suzhou weaving workshop, inherited the ancient silk tapestry method and twisted the silk with his fingertips like twisting people's hearts. Shen Qingci, the daughter of a salt merchant, returned to her hometown with her mother and stepped into the weaving workshop for her grandfather's last wish. She immediately caught sight of the silent figure picking weft and laying silk in front of the loom. She approached her in the name of learning skills, but he retreated because of his low status. If the thread is too tight, the silk surface will be stiff, and if it is too loose, the pattern will be ruined - just like between them, if you exert too much force, it will break, and if you are too timid, it will fall apart. During the rainy season, the moisture invaded the silk. She asked him, "Has your heart ever been knotted?" He only replied, "The silk is like the human heart, and knots cannot be untied." On the night of the lantern festival, she waited for him with a lantern, but he disappeared into the crowd. Before she left, she left behind "May you have a happy life", and he secretly woven her name into the dark pattern of silk threads. After ten years of separation, they each got married. The tapestry quilt was spread on her wedding bed every night. It took him three years to repair the "Picture of Wealth in the Jade Hall" to be "relaxed and graceful". Half a life apart, their hair was already gray when they met again. The two worked together to weave "The Longitude and Weft of Years", hiding all the unfinished words in the longitude and weft. Finally, the faded silk thread he had collected for thirty-three years was wrapped around her wrist, and she said "Peace every year" under the ginkgo tree. Strands of silk can weave mountains, rivers, wind and moon, but they can't weave back the one inch of closeness that I didn't dare to touch when I was young.
