Legend of Flying Silk

In Zhenhu, Chengdu, a needlework that has been embroidered for three thousand years is on the verge of breaking. Shen Jinshu originally thought that like all the young people in this city, he would spend the rest of his life in a cubicle in a big factory. It wasn't until her grandma fell ill that she had to return to the old house she hadn't returned to for ten years. The embroidery frame is still there, the silk thread is still there, and the koi fish that is halfway embroidered has not had time to put its eyes on it. It's just that the person holding the needle can no longer hold it steady. She picked up the needle, not to inherit, but to say goodbye. Unexpectedly, one stitch would embroider my life into a bigger picture. This article is dedicated to every pair of hands that refuse to put down the needle, and every person who refuses to admit defeat.