What is the meaning of embroidery time?

Mother is a clever person. A stitch and a thread will change a vivid picture in her dexterous hands. Mother doesn't know what embroidery art is. She only knows how to finish the housework, pick up the silver needle, and interpret the hard work in the ever-changing embroidery works.

Embroidery, also called needlework, is a skill that boudoir girls need to master.

There is a poem in Luoyin in the Tang Dynasty: "A piece of silk is as light as water, and the female workers in the bridal chamber are hard." It tells the story of ancient women doing hand embroidery with slender fingers.

Unfortunately, in my generation, I didn't inherit my mother's embroidery skills. When I was a child, I only remembered that my mother's silver needles were busy on sweaters and uppers. Soon, beautiful patterns were formed. Those embroidered animals and flowers adorn our boring life.

When I was older, my mother said that girls should learn needlework, and a girl who could not sew would be laughed at. But stupid, I didn't inherit my mother's intelligence.

I picked up the silver needle clumsily, as if holding a big stick. Either the silver needle pierced my hand or the stitches were crooked. I laughed at myself. I would rather write a few words than take this silver needle. I'm not made of silver needles.

Mother doesn't force me, silver needles shuttle, and the years change.

Married, every time I go back to my mother's house, I always see my mother embroidering with a silver needle. My mother is old and wears reading glasses to embroider a flower and a leaf persistently.

I often complain to my mother and go out for a walk if I have nothing to do. What do I compete with these needles every day? How good is it to enjoy happiness? Mom said, you don't understand.

I'm a little annoyed. Now, who is still wearing their own clothes? What kind of clothes are there in the mall? Mother continued to embroider without looking up.

Later, when I went to other places to make a living, my mother silently handed me a stack of beautifully made insoles. My mother said, girl, when you encounter something annoying, just be a female worker. If you are busy, your troubles will disappear.

I took the pile of insoles and looked at them in Shuang Yi's eyes. The words "Bon voyage" are embroidered on one pair of shoe pads, and "All the best" is embroidered on the other pair of shoe pads, and I suddenly feel sour at the tip of my nose.

My mother embroidered her wishes on a thread and accompanied me through Qian Shan. I suddenly understood my mother. Those exquisite embroidery works were sung by my mother. This is my mother's hobby. My mother never had any grandiloquence, but she expressed her deep understanding of life through ever-changing embroidery. Every stitch and thread, my mother embroidered an inch of time.

When I was far from home, my mother's embroidery took root in my heart. Finally, I picked up a pen and picked up the words that had been abandoned for many years.

During the day, look at people and appreciate the changes in the world; Read books and soak in ink at night. With hobbies, life is dull as water, refined, lively and fragrant. Even in the face of stormy waves, I am as calm as my mother's hard work.

Although I don't sit in the corner like my mother and embroider all kinds of vividness with colorful needle and thread, I can write a gentle or magnificent picture with pen instead of silver needle and ink instead of silk thread. Am I not embroidering my own time?

Embroidery time is the fusion of two generations' spirits. In our efforts, our hearts are soft and our horizons are broad.

In the ups and downs, with hobbies, life has a little joy, which is enough to temper my will. Even in difficult situations, I can catch the waves of joy like a rock.