暮色里,一支缠花簪静静绽放。朱红绢丝捻作花瓣,似燃着温柔的火,靛蓝叶片如幽潭微波,珍珠与金丝轻缀,锁住古韵流光。
这是非遗缠花,以丝为语,以手为诗。匠人指尖游走,把岁月缠进经纬,让千年浪漫,在鬓边悄然苏醒,每缕丝线都藏着旧时光的呼吸,轻簪发间,便簪住了整个江南的诗意 。
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