Ming Dynasty Traditional Embroidery Pictures
大明繁绣图
by Peach Branch Bo Bo (桃枝啵啵)
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In the city of Nanjing in the 19th year of Yongle, the morning mist at the Jubao Gate floated with the streamer of cloud brocade, the sleeves of Kun Opera fell on the Qinhuai River's boat, and the classics waiting to be copied were piled under the locust tree of the Imperial College - this is the glory of "all nations come to court" in the history books, and it is also the human fireworks that five young people embroidered into time with their passion and friendship. Su Wanwan, an apprentice in the embroidery workshop, could "live" the pattern with her stitches, but she embroidered a tampered coastal defense map on the satin; Lin Yanqiu, the son of a minor official, could see through the tricks of water transportation with his arithmetic beads, but figured out that the unjust case of his friend's father hid a bigger hole; Shi Gandang, a martial artist in the theater, learned his marksmanship from the Qi family's army formation map, and performed " "Chang Ban Slope", there are real Japanese pirates memorizing his moves in the audience; the spices of the Persian girl Aisha can discern people's hearts, but in the fragrance of the medicine, someone can smell that someone is poisoning the old kiln worker who passed on the art; the down-and-out scholar Zhou Mingxuan was able to memorize half of the "Yongle Dadian", but found that the destroyed pages contained the secret of mulberry farming that could feed and clothe all the people. A bizarre theft of silk satin caused them to run into each other in the rainy alley. At first, everyone was wary of the test: Su Wanwan used an embroidery needle to secretly memorize Lin Yanqiu's bead password, Lin Yanqiu stared at the marks on Shi Gandang's gun barrel, Shi Gandang suspected that Zhou Mingxuan was pedantic and blocked the way, Zhou Mingxuan questioned Aisha's foreign identity, and Aisha secretly marked Su Wanwan's embroidery thread with spices. But when they followed the clues, they saw an undercurrent beneath the glory: the Suzhou embroidery girl was exterminated because she refused to hand over the ancestral "Panjin Embroidery" technique, the Jingdezhen kiln workers' secret drawing recipe was replaced with a fake picture, and the waterwheel map in the hands of an old farmer They were denounced as "witchcraft" and burned, and even the street performers' puppet plays were confiscated by the Jin Yiwei. It turned out that some people were afraid that these craftsmanship hidden in the market and the wisdom recorded in the hearts of the people would become a force that shakes power. As a result, the embroidery needle became a weapon to convey secret messages, the bead calculated the escape route of the craftsmen, the barrel of the gun propped up a barrier to protect the craftsmen, the spices mixed with herbs saved the heirs who were being hunted, and the pen and ink transcribed the skills that were about to be lost late at night. They once argued over "should we trust foreigners" to the point of overturning the table, and when the Jinyi Guards surrounded them, they invariably protected the weakest Zhou Mingxuan in the middle; Aisha taught Su Wanwan to use saffron to dye eternal gold thread, and Shi Gandang followed Lin Yanqiu to learn to settle accounts, just to understand "why good craftsmen can never fill their stomachs." What they guard is never the glory of a certain dynasty, but what the embroiderer on the Qinhuai River said when she taught her disciples, "This stitch must be like a human being, and it must stand firm." When Zheng He's treasure ship brought back exotic treasures, they continued the blood of civilization in the most simple way deep in the city: let the patterns remember the mountains and rivers, let the numbers be fair, let the guns guard the heirs, let the spices smell good and evil, and let the pen and ink write down all living beings. In this intricately embroidered picture, there are no legends of princes and generals. There are only five young people standing hand in hand in the morning light of the Jubao Gate, watching Su Wanwan embroider the patterns of various ethnic groups into the same piece of brocade, and listening to Zhou Mingxuan printing the first page of a new book with repaired movable type. It turns out that the so-called glory is not the golden light on the glazed tiles, but the warp and weft woven together by thousands of hands. People of different skin colors and different identities are willing to hand over their most precious things for the word "guard". Purpose: The true glory of a dynasty is never the glazed tiles of the palace, but the spark of civilization held up by millions of ordinary hands - the pattern on the embroiderer's fingertips contains the memory of mountains and rivers, the mortise and tenon joints in the hands of craftsmen contain the wisdom of creation, and the stories in the mouths of traffickers and footmen convey the world and people's hearts. When power attempts to monopolize knowledge and cut off inheritance, five young people with very different identities use friendship to form a barrier, proving that the root of civilization is never in the ancient books of the Golden Palace, but in every ordinary person's obsession to "pass on old skills" and in the hot heartbeat of "protecting those around them." The so-called sublimation is to make "guardian" transcend ethnic groups, classes and eras, so that everyone who lives seriously and cherishes inheritance can become the most vivid stroke in the long scroll of civilization.