非遗，节奏文明，南京，云锦，大花楼织机

在南京云锦博物馆，我站在花楼机前，听“通经断纬”“挖花盘织”的节奏缓缓奏响。每一根经线都是时间的布排，每一丝纬线都是记忆的迂回。寸锦寸金，我不是来看织锦的，我是来听图样背后的文明密语。At the Nanjing Brocade Museum, I stood before the pattern loom,listening to the rhythm of warp-through, weft-cut, and motif layering.Each warp thread laid time in order,each weft thread curled memory into form.In this brocade where every inch weighs like gold,I came not to see patterns, but to hear the murmurs of civilization.