I walked in from the south gate of the fourth district of the trade city, passed the scarf market and the belt market, and finally came to the painting market on the fifth floor.

The painting market is located on the fifth floor at the junction of the third and fourth districts of the trade city, with a span of more than two miles.

There are oil painting shops, Chinese painting shops, picture frame shops, embroidery shops, wooden relief painting shops and other decorative painting shops.

I'm only interested in oil painting and Chinese painting. Because, in the future, I may do this business. Self-produced and sold, self-painted and sold. I am studying Chinese painting at present, and I will study oil painting in the future.

I have been to this painting market many times. It's nothing. I just like staying here. Because my dream is here. Writing can't find a way out, so I have to try painting in another way.

This painting market is so deserted that we can't see any customers patronizing the shops here. Only a few people can be seen in the aisle of the painting market. Shoppers are boring and boring, and they seem to have no spirit. Business is bad here all year round. Maybe years ago will be better!

I took a leisurely walk in this market and took some photos.

Later, I went down to the first floor and visited the pen and ink market in the third district. I can't find that store that wholesales all kinds of rice paper (very complete). The market is so big that I always don't know where that shop is. Sometimes you can find it, sometimes you can't.

Out of the market, it's almost 4: 30 in the afternoon. I hurried to the bus stop. I thought I would get on the bus before the rush hour at five o'clock in the trade city. Otherwise, the crowd after work will keep me from getting on the bus.