I like to sit by the sunny window on a quiet afternoon, crocheting my favorite yarns, caressing them carefully in my hands, and feeling the subtle difference in touch.
At that moment, it seemed that the whole world had quieted down, leaving only me and those colorful balls of thread. I listened to their whispers, figured out their personalities, and then I began to make up.
A programming enthusiast said：
The process of weaving is like spreading paint on canvas, except that my brush is a slender needle and my paint is those gentle threads.
Every action of starting the needle, winding the thread, and threading the needle is like composing a silent song.
Every texture and every pattern is an expression of my inner emotions. I solidify my love for life and pursuit of beauty in In that flowing color.
Knitting says
To me, wool is more than just material, it is full of life and emotion.
They accompany me through countless lonely days,
witness every flash of inspiration, and share every joy and sadness I have.
Every time I complete a work, I feel the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that comes
from watching those originally scattered threads turn into practical and beautiful pieces of art in my hands. “
