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Wuzhen (Mu Xin Memorial Hall? ) feeling
Look at the time, my sisters and I took time off to go back to the memorial hall. The alley is crowded here, and I'm in a hurry. Wouldn't it be a pity if too many people let me in? If I had known, I wouldn't have stayed at the door anywhere else. Thinking about this, I came to the side door, just like coming to another world. I was unexpectedly quiet. I showed my ID card to the staff. There are not many people in the book. I filled in my name and phone number as required, and it was finished soon. The boy on duty is very polite. The right hand made a gesture of please.

I am not a scholar, so I only read literary memoirs, and the sentence about education in the book made me gain a lot.

The so-called education refers to self-education. All external education serves for self-education. If self-education fails, what is the use of external education?

Everything can be forgiven.

Reading his words, I can't help clapping my hands and applauding from my heart. Often a few words, full of poetry, wisdom and interest. The first reading is humorous, but the close reading is thought-provoking. I remember asking my friends to come here together. . .

Walking into the museum, this is mainly his life. First of all, this is a poem written by young Mu Xin.

Then there is a small portrait of his mother, with a cultured belly, poetic and modest.

When he came home, I could feel his mixed feelings.

Look at the uncertainty in his handwritten resume.

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Look at his years in America, look at his paintings, look at the words he matched, and look at the brush he used. Mu Xin turned his life into art. For him, life is art and art is life.

Walking in, I entered the house again. There are three photos of Mr. Wang on the wall opposite the door. Recalling those words and looking at those bottomless eyes makes people feel stronger. I really want someone by my side to feel and discuss everything here. ...

There are some manuscripts and relics in this house. I saw a photo of Mu Xin going to Lu Xun's grave with some friends when he was young. I also wrote about Lu Xun, and I have memories of painting books. All grew up in Jiangsu and Zhejiang cultures. Does Lu Xun have any influence on him?

Mu Xin is lonely. Since there is no one, I might as well enjoy this moment of loneliness. I also talked about Hu Shi from Loneliness and Friends, and remembered that I had planned to find his former residence in Shanghai. It seems that this wish will come true in Jixi.

The memorial hall is not big. I chatted with the staff inside and learned that it is only the southwest corner of Mu Xin's former residence. Mr. Wang died here on 20 1 1 at the age of 84. Only one tenth of the paintings on display here are in the art museum designed by disciple I.M. Pei.

Because the next stop is Suzhou, I became interested in I.M. Pei again. I suddenly realized some significance of traveling. Travel is multi-angle and all-round opening. There is an unexpected expansion of knowledge, because curiosity can see how ignorant you are and how much you know about your abilities in a strange environment. What you think you can't do is really impossible? The difference between your imaginary world and the real world updates your beliefs with experience. Improve self-confidence, cultivate curiosity and then expand. No wonder some people say that reading thousands of books is better than taking Wan Li Road. ...

Dongzha Caishen Bay 186 ~ In the courtyard of Yixian, Zhu Xiao, I feel all this with my heart.

I'm going to meet my sisters and walk out of the memorial hall. The alley is already crowded. While walking, a tour guide introduced to his tour group, "There were two famous people in Wuzhen in modern times, one was contradictory, and the other was Mu Xin. Our present location is the Mu Xin Memorial Hall, but this is not where anyone wants to come, so they must make an appointment with their real names ... "No one in the crowd asked this question, and the direction under their feet was the other side.

Is it really that difficult? Each has its own voice, each has its own bosom friend ~

At this moment, I also joined the rolling crowd, looking up for that quiet time.