In the ancient and mysterious eastern continent, there is a place called Qingping Town. People in the town have been weaving for generations, and the cloth they produce is exquisite and famous far and wide. The most respected old weaver in the town is Chen Bo. His family has an ancestral loom, which is said to have a history of hundreds of years and is a symbol of the weaving skills of the whole Qingping town.
This loom has a simple shape, and the traces of time seem to flow between the wooden textures. On weekdays, Chen Bo sat in front of it, operating quickly, and the shuttle shuttled rapidly between the warp and weft. Soon, a gorgeous piece of cloth took shape. Chen Bo's grandson, Xiaohu, has been with his grandfather since childhood and is full of awe and curiosity about this loom. He often keeps his eyes wide open, staring at his grandfather weaving, and secretly makes a wish that he will become an excellent weaver like his grandfather in the future.
However, the calm Qingping town has ushered in a sudden disaster. A savage foreign cavalry team broke into the town, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil. At that time, the flames were blazing, and cries and screams were heard. Chen Bo's family was not spared. In the chaos, Xiaohu watched his grandfather being brutally killed by the invaders to protect the loom. He himself was dispersed by a stream of people, fell to the ground and fainted.
When Xiaohu woke up leisurely, he found that Qingping Town was beyond recognition, and his once warm home was in ruins. He fought back his grief, rummaged around in the ruins and finally found the broken loom. Looking at grandpa's beloved relics, Tiger's eyes kindled a flame of anger and unyielding. He secretly vowed to revive the weaving industry in Qingping Town and let the invaders know that they could not destroy the hope here.
Tiger dragged his tired body and took the loom, leaving the devastated town of Qingping and embarking on an unknown journey. Along the way, he slept in the wind, relying on doing simple farm work for farmers along the way in exchange for food and a place to rest. And that loom, though heavy, has always been carefully guarded by him, even though it is a difficult mountain road, he never thought of giving up.
One day, Xiaohu came to a prosperous big city-Jincheng. Jincheng is full of traffic and high-rise buildings, and people are dressed brightly, which is very different from the simplicity of Qingping Town in his memory. Xiaohu found a shelter at the corner of Jincheng, set up the loom and began to try to attract business. At first, no one noticed the ragged boy and his shabby loom. But Xiaohu was not discouraged. He remembered that Grandpa once said that as long as you put your heart into it, the fabric can convey the feelings of the weavers.
So Tiger settled down, sat in front of the loom and began to knit. His hands are skillfully operated. Although the loom creaks from time to time, as if telling the hardships along the way, Tiger's eyes are extremely focused. In a short time, a piece of cloth with the traditional pattern of Qingping Town gradually took shape in his hands, and its bright colors and exquisite texture attracted the attention of many passers-by.
"This cloth is beautifully woven, young man. Where did you come from?" A well-dressed woman couldn't help but stop and exclaim.
Tiger raised his head, his eyes shining, and said, "I'm from Qingping Town. This is the weaving skill in our hometown."
After hearing this, the woman frowned slightly and said, "Qingping Town? I heard that there was a disaster not long ago. I didn't expect you to bring this craft out. " People around you also cast sympathetic eyes.
Tiger's heart felt sour, but he still firmly said, "Although Qingping Town was destroyed, I believe that as long as this loom is still there, as long as I am still there, our craft will not be lost."
Everyone was moved by tiger's perseverance and ordered custom-made cloth in succession. Xiaohu ushered in his first turning point in Jincheng. He rented a small house with the money he earned, put the loom in place and began to make orders day and night. In the busy work, Xiaohu met a young man named Afu. Afu was warm-hearted, deeply sympathetic to Xiaohu's experience and took the initiative to help.
With Ah Fu's help, Xiaohu's business is getting smoother and smoother. They constantly improve the weaving technology and integrate the popular elements of Jincheng into the traditional techniques of Qingping Town. The woven cloth not only retains the quaint charm, but also conforms to the current fashion trend and is deeply loved by customers. Tiger's reputation has gradually spread in Jincheng, and people all know that there is a young weaver with an ancestral loom and exquisite skills.
However, the good times did not last long. The Textile Chamber of Commerce in Jincheng noticed the "dark horse" Tiger. They were worried that the rise of Tiger would affect their business, so they began to make things difficult everywhere. First, he slandered Tiger's cloth for its substandard quality, and then he colluded with the government to increase various exorbitant taxes and levies for Tiger, making his business unsustainable.
Tiger is in trouble. He looks at a mountain of orders and looms detained in the government, and he is worried. Ah Fu comforted him by saying, "Tiger, we can't just sit back and wait. We have to do something."
Tiger clenched his fist and thought for a moment, then said, "I heard that there is a wise man traveling around outside the city. Maybe he can show us the way." So Xiaohu and Afu decided to go out of the city to look for the wise man.
They walked along the winding mountain road for a long time and finally found the residence of the wise man in a quiet valley. The wise man is a white-haired and kindly-looking old man. After listening to Tiger's experience, he smiled and said, "Children, difficulties are just the tempering of growth. Your loom carries the hope of Qingping Town. It should not be trapped in one room, but should go to a wider world. "
A thoughtful tiger asked, "What do you mean, Master?"
The wise man pointed to the distance and said, "Take your loom and take part in the annual Royal Brocade Competition. If you can win the championship in the competition, you can not only wash away your grievances, but also let Qingping Town's weaving skills be recognized by the royal family and carry forward from now on. "
After hearing this, Xiaohu ignited a new fire of hope in his heart. He thanked the wise man and returned to Jincheng with Ah Fu, and began to prepare for the contest. However, there are so many experts in the Royal Brocade Competition that the entries must be original, and Xiaohu only has less than one month left at this time.
In the following days, Xiaohu and Ah Fu looked around for inspiration. They visited the museum in Jincheng to study ancient brocade treasures; He also went deep into the people and collected all kinds of legends and stories. Finally, Tiger was inspired by an old legend. There is a legendary bird with colorful feathers, which can bring happiness and peace to people. Xiaohu decided to weave a giant brocade with the theme of God Bird.
In the process of creation, Xiaohu encountered numerous problems. Due to the long-term use of the loom, some parts were seriously worn, and Xiaohu had to repair it overnight. The color of the silk thread was not bright enough, so he tried again and again to prepare a unique dye; The pattern is complex, and a slight mistake will give up all previous efforts. Tiger often sits in front of the loom for more than ten hours, his eyes are bloodshot and his hands are thick with cocoons.
Ah Fu looked in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. In addition to helping the boy, he also ran around to find more precious silk thread and materials for Xiaohu. As the days passed, the brocade was gradually approaching completion. On the eve of the contest, Tiger finally wove an amazing bird brocade. On the picture, the bird flies high, its feathers shine strangely, and it is surrounded by traditional patterns symbolizing Qingping Town. The whole work is beautiful, as if it contains life.
On the day of the Royal Brocade Competition, the central square of Jincheng was crowded with people. Tiger and Alfred walked confidently into the stadium with the tapestry of the bird. When they unfolded the brocade, the whole audience was in an uproar, and the judges also showed amazing looks. Compared with other contestants' works, they were suddenly eclipsed.
After a fierce selection, Tiger's bird brocade won the championship without any suspense. When Xiaohu stood on the podium, holding the trophy and looking at the cheering crowd, tears could not help but appear in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to see grandpa's gratified smile and the hope of Qingping Town in the future.
The royal family praised Xiaohu's skills, not only ordered to severely punish the evil forces of the Textile Chamber of Commerce, but also returned Xiaohu's loom, and invited Xiaohu to enter the palace as a royal weaver. Tiger didn't forget his original intention. He asked the emperor to return to Qingping Town, rebuild his home and teach weaving skills to more people. The emperor was moved by his sincerity, readily agreed and gave him a lot of material and human support.
Xiaohu returned to Qingping Town after a long absence with glory and mission. Once on the ruins, it is now a scene of construction in full swing. Xiaohu built a spacious and bright brocade workshop with the materials given by the emperor, and placed the loom that accompanied him all the way in the most conspicuous position in the workshop.
He began to recruit apprentices and taught the weaving skills of Qingping Town to the younger generation without reservation. With the efforts of Xiaohu, the weaving industry in Qingping Town gradually recovered its vitality, and the cloth produced once again sold well all over the country. And that walking loom has become a symbol of the spirit of Qingping Town. It has witnessed suffering, carried hope, and inspired generations of people to make unremitting efforts for inheritance and dreams. Years have passed, and Qingping Town is still quiet and prosperous. The story of the loom has also become a never-ending legend through word of mouth.