The Journey to Godhood in Another World

After a long while, Xiang Qian and Zhang Qian suddenly remembered that there was a second song they hadn't listened to yet. Like two children who had discovered a treasure, they eagerly went to the player and pressed play.

As the prelude to "Shu Embroidery" begins, the melodious erhu sounds are like a gentle breeze, softly sweeping through the entire room. It's a power that can instantly calm people down, as if the whole room is shrouded in a gentle veil, isolating all the noise from the outside.

"In Chengdu, the rain falls in March and the embroidery needles are in full bloom in April," the song is melodious and gentle, like a clear spring, slowly flowing into the hearts of the two.

A scene flashed through Xiang Qian's mind: In March, fine rain, like silk threads or mist, enveloped the ancient streets and alleys of Chengdu. In that tranquil courtyard, an embroiderer held a needle and thread, intently stitching the brocade in her hands.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "These lyrics are so evocative, it feels like I'm actually in that poetic city of Furong." Zhang Qian nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, and Liu Xi's voice is absolutely amazing, she brings out these delicate emotions perfectly."

"With a feather fan pointing at a thousand troops, a few inches of brocade are cut." Upon hearing this lyric, Zhang Qian seemed to see a dashing strategist in front of him, holding a feather fan and commanding the battlefield with composure, while an embroiderer beside him carefully cuts brocade.

He exclaimed excitedly, "This line combines the grandeur of war with the delicacy of Shu embroidery—it's so creative!" Xiang Qian was also drawn to the unique lyrics, adding, "This stark contrast further highlights the unique position of Shu embroidery in history and culture."

"See the iron horses treading on the icy river, the silk threads mending the fleeting years, and the lanterns illuminating the mortal world." In the song, one can almost see warriors riding iron horses, bravely advancing through the icy river, while the embroiderers behind them use silk threads to mend the passing years. Those red lanterns illuminate the entire mortal world.

Deeply moved, he exclaimed, "This is the weight of history! Shu embroidery is not only a skill, but also a cultural heritage." Zhang Qian, also immersed in this profound emotion, nodded silently.

"One journey through mountains and rivers, another through wind and snow," as the song goes, the two seem to follow in the footsteps of the ancients, trekking through mountains and rivers, experiencing wind and snow.

A resolute look appeared in his forward-looking eyes as he said, "This lyric makes people feel the hardship and difficulty of life, but it is precisely this perseverance that has allowed the Shu embroidery culture to be passed down to this day."

Zhang Qian also agreed, saying, "Just like when we are pursuing our dreams, we will encounter various difficulties, but as long as we persevere, we will definitely see hope."

"Red candles flicker on the pillow in May, flowers and leaves abound in June, and apricot blossoms bloom in the village"—this lyric paints a poetic picture. Imagine a quiet night, red candles swaying, flowers blooming delicately beside the pillow, and apricot blossom village in June bursting into vibrant color.

He said with delight, "These lyrics are like a beautiful painting, captivating the viewer." Zhang Qian was also moved by the wonderful imagery and said with a smile, "Luo Li's singing makes this painting even more vivid, as if you can smell the fragrance of flowers and feel the breeze."

"Red hands and black hair, a thousand strands, a destiny that grows stronger," upon hearing these lyrics, Zhang Qian felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He thought of his own love and exclaimed, "This sentence cleverly connects love with Shu embroidery. Shu embroidery, like love, needs to be carefully nurtured to create a beautiful future."

Xiang Qian also shared the same sentiment, saying, "Yes, every thread represents an emotion, and every stitch contains deep love."

"Waiting for the setting sun to illuminate a lonely figure, peonies dyeing bronze goblets, the sound of shepherd's flutes filling the city," in the song, one seems to see a lonely woman, gazing into the distance under the afterglow of the setting sun, waiting for her lover's return.

The blooming peonies stained the bronze goblet red, while the shepherd's flutes echoing throughout the city added to the desolate atmosphere. A pang of sorrow gripped his heart, and he said, "This scene is so poignant; it evokes the pain of parting and the agony of waiting." Zhang Qian was also moved by this sorrowful sentiment and sighed softly.

"She leans against the door, waiting for her beloved to return home." As these lyrics played, both were deeply moved. Xiangqian imagined his lover waiting for him at home, and his heart was filled with warmth and guilt.

He said, "This feeling of waiting is truly touching. Shu embroidery not only creates beautiful patterns, but also expresses people's emotions."

Zhang Qian nodded in agreement, saying, "The lyrics of this song are really so moving, they make you want to immerse yourself in this emotional world."

"Can you see that every stitch of embroidery is painful for you?" Upon hearing this lyric, Zhang Qian pictured the hardworking embroiderers.

He said, "Every stitch and every thread embodies the embroiderers' hard work and sweat. Their dedication is truly admirable." Xiang Qian also remarked, "Indeed, Shu embroidery is not only a work of art, but also the crystallization of the embroiderers' hard work."

"Can you see the peony blooming? Someone will wait for you all their life." This lyric made Xiangqian feel a kind of persistent waiting.

He said, "Just as the blooming of peonies requires a long wait, some emotions also need time to settle. The inheritance of Shu embroidery culture is the same, requiring generations of people to uphold it."

Zhang Qian was also moved by this dedication, saying, "This commitment to and inheritance of culture is exactly what we should learn from."

"Rivers flow into the sea, all things rush forth, for whom does spring come?" In the song, we felt the immense power of nature and the cycle of life.

He said, "These lyrics make people think about the meaning and value of life. Shu embroidery culture also has its unique significance in the long river of history."

Zhang Qian also fell into deep thought, saying, "Yes, we should cherish this cultural heritage and let it shine even more brilliantly in the new era."

"The bright moon cannot illuminate all those who are parting," as these lyrics played, a faint sadness filled the room. Xiang Qian recalled those scenes of parting, and a wave of sorrow washed over him.

He said, "This line expresses the helplessness and sorrow of parting, and Shu embroidery seems to carry these emotions of people." Zhang Qian was also enveloped by this sorrowful mood and remained silent.

That feeling of waiting remained unchanged. The same is true of Shu embroidery culture; having withstood the test of time, it still exudes a captivating charm. Zhang Qian also remarked, "This dedication to and inheritance of culture is a precious treasure of our nation."

"Can you see that with each stitch of embroidery, someone feels the pain for you?" Hearing this lyric again, Zhang Qian's admiration for the embroiderers deepened even further.

He said, "Every stitch contains deep emotions. The embroiderers use their hands to embroider the joys and sorrows of life." Xiang Qian also agreed, saying, "Shu embroidery is truly an art full of emotion."

"Can you see someone waiting for you in the summer rain and autumn wind?" Xiang Qian sighed, "Summer rain and autumn wind, the seasons change, but that waiting has never changed. This persistence is truly admirable."

Zhang Qian was also moved by the lyrics. He seemed to see that woman, who, through the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, always held fast to that waiting.

PS: "Shu Embroidery" Original singer: Li Yuchun Lyricist: Guo Jingming Composer: Liu Jia/Yan Yidan