Opposite the museum was a "folk museum". Looking afar, there was a red and lively scene inside. It turned out to be a quite realistic model of a wedding banquet. I stood there thinking for a long time and giggled. Continuing forward, I saw a four-meter-long engraved beam hanging above, which was used for Guo Ziyi's birthday celebration. The beam, about forty centimeters wide, was exquisitely carved from a whole camphor wood block. It depicted the scene of Guo Ziyi, a famous general during the Tang Dynasty's revival, celebrating his birthday. Each figure was vividly portrayed. I heard someone behind me quietly discussing Lin's Shop. I suddenly remembered that Mr. Mao Dun had written a long novel also named "Lin's Shop", and I never expected to finally see the real shop this time! The storefront was large, with two big red lanterns hanging outside, especially eye-catching. After entering, I weighed a pound of Gushao cake. It was said that the rumor of discord between sisters-in-law boosted the sales of Gushao cake significantly. It can't be denied that folk legends are always full of the essence of life.
Wuzhen indeed has many small shops, though half of the houses have become stores. However, their existence does not make people too annoyed. The shopkeepers quietly do business, gently call out, and the display arrangements are mostly similar but generally clean and tidy. The shop owners are all very courteous, maybe this is the nature of townspeople.
The nights and mornings in Wuzhen are extremely serene. Even a simple and understated decoration can reveal an inherent flamboyance. A room only needs one or two pieces of furniture to spread its unique atmosphere. I think this is: some things appear in an inappropriate place, but instead shine brightly.
Most of the residents on Wuzhen's old street are elderly people. It's said that the young have all gone out to work. When groups of tourists rush in and out, what remains is still this quiet street. Although, people bring the essence of life; it's the true meaning of a town. But would anyone really want to live here forever? From birth to old age, would the younger generation be willing? After eating, the sky gradually darkened. Reluctantly, I prepared to leave. Before leaving, I bought a piece of blue printed cloth with a natural rustic flavor as a souvenir.
After leaving Wuzhen, it felt like returning to another world. Looking at the blue printed cloth in my hand, what kind of life could be considered real? In such a noisy world, being able to preserve a place like this, where time seems to have stopped, fills me with gratitude.
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