Life is like a boat. At first it seems to be on a river, the boat is sailing fast, and then it enters a big lake.
Sometimes I come to the ferry at work, sometimes I stop at my family's dock, sometimes I let go of the tether, look up at the sky, and let the water slowly push me.
On this boat, the wind blows, the rain blows, the sun shines, I laugh, cry, and work silently with my hands.
All kinds of handicrafts, calligraphy and painting, cyanotypes, etc. make the time spent wandering around this lake feel comfortable.
Zhu Shijie, a native of the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem, "The horned millet hangs and the common people praise it, and the traces of it are scattered all over the world. The east of the sea is marked with a new pattern on the fifth day, and the hairpin is ringed with tiger seed flowers."
The tiger seed flower is the moon peach blossom. In the past, children wore hairpins of the tiger seed flower to ward off evil spirits. The moon peach leaves have a unique fragrance and are used to make rice dumplings with a unique flavor.
The stem-like leaf sheaths of moon peach can be used for weaving after drying in the shade. When handling materials or weaving, a faint fragrance floats in the air.
Weaving moon peaches carries the memory of companionship and longing.
The color of memory is that of sunset, when you close your eyes and take a nap, or when you first open your eyes.
Happiness is a lake of mountains and rivers fished by time as a thread, joys and sorrows as hooks, and we float across it.
One day, when I travel out of the rivers and lakes, my boat goes far away, and I follow the current to the seaside. The tide hits the shore. In my favorite morning and dusk sky, I hope that the cliffs will be full of tiger flowers.