Dali meets tie-dye: beautiful things all have manual temperature.

Xiaguan Wind, Shangguan Flower, Cangshan Snow, Erhai Moon.

Many people go to go to dali for this "romantic affair". For me, what attracts me most in Dali is the traditional folk craft of Bai and Yi people-tie-dyeing.

tie-dyeing, which is called mixed cloth in ancient times, is also called twisting dyeing. This is a very old folk manual printing and dyeing process. Any craft, whether folk, ancient or handmade, is enough to fascinate me.

Therefore, when we arrived in Dali, Cangshan Mountain was too busy to climb, Erhai Lake was too busy to look at, and we went straight to Weishan.

Weishan Yi and Hui Autonomous County is known as "the hometown of tie-dyeing in China".

this ancient city seems to have been soaked in the dye vat for a long time, and it exudes a simple and elegant ancient atmosphere. Let me travel here, unconsciously slowed down and slowly felt the time of the ancient city. I like the temperament of this city.

Lu Yu ancient city people, ask, where is the tie-dyeing workshop here?

The old man smiled and pointed to the front: "Go straight ahead, turn a corner and cross the bridge ..." It seemed very close, but he was a stranger, so he naturally lost his way when he walked.

When we meet passers-by, everyone asks, How can I get to the tie-dyeing workshop? Every guide knows exactly where the small workshop is.

I think they all know how many workshops there are here.

finally found it.

wow, this is vegetation!

wow, the cloth is dyed like this!

wow, the hand-embroidered works are so exquisite!

Although I have long been familiar with this craft, I can't help but admire the big dye vat for dyeing cloth, the plants soaked in water and the stitches embroidered with stitches-it seems that there are hundreds of deer bumping around in my heart, and I can't help but be excited.

look at the vegetation immersed in the water. Look at the linen tied into a flower head. Look at the white cloth coloring in the dye vat, bit by bit. Looking at the blank linen, it gradually becomes a unique and unrepeatable work of art.

pick it up, spread it out, dry it, and the sun shines down. Every step is so touching. I look at every work, and my heart is filled with joy.

I prefer to call it "grass dyeing" for such handwork. Vegetation has the unique freshness and spirituality of nature. How beautiful it is to dip this feature in clean linen.

dyed into coasters, tablecloths and sheets. Dyed into scarves, clothes and shoes. Dyed into all kinds of articles in life. Life, also has the vitality and breath of plants.

with plants, life can't get any worse. You will find that a little bit of beauty will follow.

I left Weishan and went to Zhoucheng.

Zhoucheng is known as "the hometown of Bai tie-dyeing art". I went away with admiration.

I really like this village. As soon as I set foot on the Qingshiban Road, the Bai architecture came to my face, which was simple and elegant.

In the streets and lanes, the elder sisters dressed in Bai costumes and hats come and go, which is how they dress in their daily life, with a strong ethnic flavor.

In the market, people who buy food, meat and fish are also dressed very ceremoniously. The elder sister, who sells Xizhou Baba, sits in front of the stall, holding embroidered cloth and focusing on sewing. Under her stitches, flowers bloom slowly, as if the whole spring is coming.

I was inexplicably moved when I watched it. It turns out that art is rooted in their lives. I suddenly envy them. In ordinary life, needle and thread are companions, and time is slowly embroidered on weaving, which becomes eternity.

The most enviable thing is that every family here has a big yard. In the courtyard, rows of bamboo poles are propped up, and dyed cloth is draped on them to enjoy sunbathing.

between the white walls and the gray tiles, colorful dyed cloth fluttered with the wind, and time slowed down, as if it were back to ancient times.

In the courtyard, sit and watch the old woman do her handiwork. Grandma is over eighty, but the needle and suture are unambiguous.

The patterns she painted are smart; The flower head she sewed is exquisite; The cloth she dyed is green with green, dignified and plain. Decades of handwork have precipitated the craftsmanship of the elderly.

she sat in the sun, not arguing, not making noise, as quiet as a picture. All my life's energy has been devoted to a piece of cotton cloth.

She said that we Bai girls have to learn needlework since childhood. Now, teenage dolls will tie-dye.

in her smile, there is a joy that can't be concealed. Yes, this craft handed down by our ancestors can't be unhappy with its inheritors.

it is the most satisfying thing for the elderly to be able to pass on what they have learned all their lives to the next generation.

in this world, how many crafts have been lost because no one has passed them on. Undoubtedly, tie-dyeing is lucky. One stitch, one thread, one cloth and one cylinder all have successors.

I thought of Grandmother when she was threading a needle.

my great-grandmother, I have never met her. She passed away before I was born. But I know that she has a pair of skillful hands and a beautiful heart.

When I was a child, I rummaged through the closet and found a vamp. I've never seen such a beautiful upper! Glittering beads are embroidered on white cloth, flowers bloom, animals come alive, and a vibrant world exists between small pieces of cloth, which is lifelike.

my grandmother told me that it was embroidered by my grandmother. From then on, I put it in my schoolbag and carried it to school every day, and I was inseparable.

I like handmade things since I was a child.

In the fourth grade, I pulled a rag and began to paint on it. Then I embroidered it with stitches. At that time, the most anticipated thing was that school was over. When the bell rang, I took up my schoolbag and ran home, then sat by the window and embroidered it carefully. No one knew anything but the sunset.

It's a Mickey Mouse, playful and cute. I gave it to my deskmate. More than ten years have passed, and that Mickey Mouse has probably been left behind in his childhood.

visiting workshops and things I like is the whole meaning of my trip to Dali.

and I was lucky enough to meet them one by one.

I'm Hawthorn. I'm traveling-reading, writing, photographing, listening to music, and living. I have the honor to meet you, and I have the honor to meet you once in the text. If you like my handwriting, remember to give me a little compliment.