北京
竹篾在匠人指间游走，如溪水穿行于山涧，细密交织，渐渐有了形状。青篾是春日的颜色，黄篾染了秋光，经纬交错间，便有了筐篮的圆融、席簟的清凉，或是灯罩的朦胧光影。
Bamboo slips dance through the artisan’s fingers like a stream through the hills—woven tight, shaped with grace. Green for spring, gold for autumn—their crossing births baskets, mats, and lanterns aglow.
老手艺人指节粗粝，动作却极轻巧，一挑一压，皆是岁月磨出的从容。竹编器物不尚浮华，却自有一份拙朴的生气，静静立在墙角，盛满旧年月的光阴。
The hands are rough, the motions light—every movement shaped by time. Each motion is calm, carved by time. Bamboo holds no luxury, yet breathes with a simple, honest life.
而今竹丝细如发，编作茶则花器，在素白茶席上投下疏影。那纵横的纹理里，依然蜿蜒着山野的风，和手心的温度。
Now, the threads are fine as hair, woven into tea tools and flower vessels. On white cloth, they cast soft shadows—still carrying the wind of the wild and the warmth of a hand.
责编：鲍泓霓
特别声明：以上内容(如有图片或视频亦包括在内)为自媒体平台“网易号”用户上传并发布，本平台仅提供信息存储服务。
Notice: The content above (including the pictures and videos if any) is uploaded and posted by a user of NetEase Hao, which is a social media platform and only provides information storage services.
