Women's liberation never seems to end, and it never seems to begin. The women around me, including myself, have never been free. We have a shackles called women. Since we were born, oh, it should be since we became women, we have been put on this heavy shackles. We are just flowers, birds, insects, and fish embroidered with needle and thread. Each stitch is our unchangeable life. After being shown off, we could only stay on top, unable to move. It may be hung in the living room at first, then moved to the bedroom when it gets old, and then fades and becomes threadless, and is left in a cardboard box that will never be opened, becoming a cheap collection of the family.