Drifting Serenely Through Wuzhen

As I quietly float along the ancient waters of Wuzhen, I feel as though I've stepped into another world—a place where time seems to stand still, leaving only the gentle sound of oars and the shimmering reflections of lanterns on the water. Rows of old wooden houses line the canals, and arched bridges gracefully span the waterways, creating a vivid, dreamlike ink painting. Sitting on a small boat, feeling the breeze brush through my hair, and listening to the boatman recount tales of an old Wuzhen—I suddenly feel a sense of lightness in my heart. It turns out, sometimes all it takes is a slow, tranquil journey to heal the soul. Wuzhen is not just a destination; it is a beautiful pause in the journey of youth.