Chapter 629: All sentient beings return to their homeland
shroud!
This is a special kind of clothing that is used worldwide. It is specially worn for the deceased. It is known as the shroud, which means health and longevity. But if it is worn on a living person, it is unlucky.
Such unlucky clothes were actually moved by An Zhisu to an international fashion design competition, which immediately aroused the displeasure of many judges on the judging panel.
There was also an uproar in the design booth and the auditorium. The scene and the media's shots were all focused on the Hanfu shroud on the fake model and An Zhisu's face full of seriousness and awe.
"How could you design a shroud to participate in the competition? You actually used Hanfu as the model. You not only insulted the competition, but also insulted our Hanfu culture." Li Youli finally seized the opportunity to attack An Zhisu, and the two
The big hat was snapped off directly.
The faces of the judges were even worse, and the designers at the design table also felt that An Zhisu's behavior insulted the nature of the competition.
The discussion in the arena gradually grew, and there were even words of disqualification of An Zhisu. Li Youli's fanning the flames played a huge role.
Except for Professor Guan and Professor Amanda, the faces of the other five people on the judging panel were already very ugly.
"This contestant, can you explain to us why you want to design a Hanfu shroud?" Professor Guan naturally wanted to support An Zhisu. The other judges did not say anything, so she gave An Zhisu a step forward.
These reactions at the scene were already expected by them, so the two of them didn't panic, answered questions and didn't really get cold feet.
"I will explain my design concept and inspiration next." An Zhisu smiled slightly and talked eloquently, not caring about other people's faces and comments.
"In our country, there is a remote village with a nice name, Qingxi Village. The scenery there is picturesque, the villagers there are simple and kind, the land there is fertile and vast, and the people there have been planting crops for generations.
A crop called ramie.
Ramie is linen. It also has a more pleasant name called linen. It is made from nature and used naturally. It can resist the heat in summer and keep warm in winter. In the past, linen was a very precious tribute, comparable to silk.
However, many people know the craftsmanship of making silk, but they know nothing about the craftsmanship of making linen. The making of linen is a long-standing and traditional craft. Every year, the awning season is the harvest season of ramie. In ancient times, there were no modern tools.
Local villagers rely on one hand to make hemp. They need to carefully peel out the fibers in the middle of the ramie rod, which is the most primitive state of the hemp thread.
Making hemp thread for weaving is also a very complicated process. The hemp thread needs to be torn apart and soaked in water, and then the silk-like ramie filaments are manually twisted into warp and weft threads that can be used for weaving. This project requires a lot of effort.
Great patience and carefulness are mostly accomplished by women and the elderly.
The weaving machine they use is the oldest balance loom, which requires all the strength of the whole body to weave inch-by-inch linen cloth. Countless old people have inherited this craft since they were girls. From black hair to white hair, their whole lives
They all passed quietly while making linen.
Once upon a time, every household would make linen by themselves, and every thread was their hard work. Once upon a time, every household had a loom, which was making a squeaking sound, and the twine was passing through their hands. Many people were weaving.
lifetime.
I once went to that village to collect information, and I was lucky enough to meet an old woman there. The old woman was already a hundred years old and faced the call of death at any time. But she was looking forward to the birth of her great-grandson every day, dragging her hundred-year-old body with her.
Weaving and making clothes for my unborn great-grandson, every stitch and every stitch is a hope and sustenance for future generations.
Later, the old lady passed away. She got to see her great-grandson as she wished, and she left without any regrets. Her family put on a shroud for her, and the material of the shroud was linen. Her family said that the shroud was made by the old lady herself.
From hemp to gauze, from gauze to weaving, from weaving to tailoring, and from tailoring to ready-made garments, the old lady did everything herself.
The local villagers told me that this was their local folk tradition. They said that every old man would prepare a shroud for himself while he was still alive, using the linen cloth they made by themselves. The locals would never use other shrouds for their shrouds.
Fabric, this is a tradition that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and no one has ever broken it.
I saw with my own eyes the shroud that the old woman prepared for herself. It was plain, pure, simple, and generous. It had no gorgeous colors or fancy styles. It was just the most ordinary and ordinary pure white linen shroud.
That was the first time I saw such a simple and pure shroud. Just like that village, every inch of land is pure and every villager is simple. They have nothing to do with the world and live in a paradise-like place.
.They are poor, but happy. Their quality is like the ramie they grow, the most precious thing from the land.
At that moment, the shroud I saw was no longer an unlucky symbol. The meaning it carried was far beyond your imagination. When someone dies, someone is born. Just like this year’s ramie harvest is over, there will be more next year.
There is something new. Year after year, life does not end, and the inheritance will not be broken.
On the day of the funeral, my husband and I also went. We walked at the end of the funeral procession and watched the old lady being buried underground. I watched from a distance, as if my eyes traveled through time and space and saw the old lady's teenage years.
Wearing a long-woven summer dress, she sat by the window, sipping a cup of tea. Under the warm sunshine, in the clear years, she gently shook a round fan, quiet and elegant. In the blink of an eye, time flew by, and the old lady
After closing her eyes and entering the coffin, the prosperity on her face faded away, time passed leisurely, and she returned to her original nature.
Today, we have lost too many souls. Some people choose to forget the tradition and choose automation instead of manual work in order to achieve high efficiency and high profits. Some people choose to continue to retain the warmth of skills and stick to the inheritance of ancestors. They firmly believe that as long as someone persists, skills will be
It will not stop. As long as someone keeps doing it, the world will not be replaced by cold machines.
Ramie comes from the earth and goes to the earth. Although it is man-made, it returns to its original nature. I gave this Hanfu shroud a name to call all living beings to return to the earth. No matter when we are alive, we are rich or poor, rich or barren,
Happiness or misfortune, in the end, we will all turn into a handful of loess, nourishing the world and witnessing the world."
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, it took An Zhisu a full twenty minutes to finally reveal her inner feelings to colleagues and audiences from all over the world. She didn't know if these people could fully understand her words.
But whether she understood it or not, what she wanted to do was already done.
She stood in the world's top design competition and endorsed traditional Chinese craftsmanship. She risked being disqualified from the competition to speak out for the people who still retain their craftsmanship.
If she wins, she deserves it.
If she loses, it will be an honor even though she loses.