We are always afraid that traditional things will be lost, so we are insisting.
Inheriting a culture and adhering to the tradition of craftsmanship.
When I was a child, I often heard my grandmother tell the story of her childhood.
She often sits by the fire and shakes the chair while weaving the blanket in her hand and telling us about those fairy tales.
The grandmother crocheted flowers embroidered on the upper, one needle went down, the green ones were leaves, and the other one went down, the yellow ones were flowers.
The yellow flowers in memory are always unbeaten.
Later, I knew that it was called a daisy, and the family often had a variety of daisies.
A single daisy is blooming in the sun, and the beauty is fascinating.
Since then, I have liked hand-woven hand-made work. My grandmother is old now, and the old needle can't be moved.
In the door, there is an empty silence.
I think that traditionally woven handicrafts are always warmer than those made by cold ice machines.
It has magical magical power to warm the heart.
Later, the grandmother sat at the door of the old house and stared in one direction.
I think there must be a daisy that is open.