The colors of Wuzhen are dark and ancient, and even the water is extremely green and thick, with a smooth feeling and no transparency at all, like a piece of fine green silk. The passing years are like the breeze blowing by, and the annual rings of history are gently shaken by the satin-like green water, and they lose the moss marks of vicissitudes of life. Everything seems to be just yesterday, and everything seems to have not yet experienced the influence of national customs and worldly affairs.
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