上面不要缝口，也不用针线。

Without to seams nor needle work.

说我的手更适合缝纫的针线。

Who says my hand a needle better fits.

她抬头看了一眼，又接着做她的针线活儿。

She looked up briefly then returned to her sewing.

在卧室里，我找到了一本用手工针线装订成册的内战诗集。

In the bedroom, I found a hand-sewn book containing an anthology of civil war poems.

我脑袋里怎么会有那个念头的？ 明明一颗亮晶晶的泪珠滴在了她的针线活儿上。

What could have put it in my head, but the glistening of a tear as it dropped on her work?