“在老通宝背后,也是大片的桑林,矮矮的,静穆的,在热烘烘的太阳光下,似乎那‘桑拳’上的嫩绿叶过一秒钟就会大一些。”走在乌镇西栅的街道上,茅盾《春蚕》里的描写自然地显示在心屏上。于是,我带着一种期待,搜寻着蚕和蚕丝的影子。青石板铺就的街,夹在粉墙黛瓦之间,街道上是流淌的人群,像过江之鲫,匆匆游动在乌镇里。我突然觉得这像三十年前在村街上看过的黑白默片。走着走着,一家出售蚕丝被的店铺吸 “In the back of the old treasure, is also a large mulberry, dwarfed, quiet, under the hot sun, it seems that the ’green boxer’ on the verdant leaves will be larger in a second. In the streets of Wuzhen Xizha, Mao Dun ”Spring Silkworm" in the natural description of the screen displayed. So, I took a look, search for the shadow of silkworm and silk. Quartz paved street, sandwiched between Fengyun Daiwa, the streets are flowing crowd, like the crucian carp, hurried swimming in Wuzhen. I suddenly felt like the black and white silent film I saw in the village street thirty years ago. Walking, a shop selling silk was sucked