One time when I read about the museum, I suddenly saw several small animal pottery dolls, whose rough and clumsy shapes were somewhat immature. In a flash, in the reflection of the glass, several children gathered around their father and carefully decorated their mud pets with both hands. Dad set a fire to burn the mud pets into pottery dolls. In the firelight, the happy smiles on their faces were reflected. I suddenly understood why I was inexplicably moved every time I went to the museum, because they brought happiness to my heart through these small pets. This is a warm and peaceful feeling, which makes me forget the loneliness of wandering around, let me know where my roots are, and let me believe that one day I will find the happiness in my dream.

Someone once asked me why I should go to the museum first when I went to any place? I thought for a long time, it seems to have been a habit. When I arrive at a strange place, I always hope to understand the eyes of the local people, so I go to the museum to see what their ancestors have experienced, and see if they also sang and danced yesterday. I used to lie quietly in the temple cabinet and tell me all about them silently, so that I could understand their past joys, sorrows and sorrows. When I walked out of the museum, I no longer felt lonely. I no longer knew nothing. I already had their eyes, revealing mysterious information to every newcomer. I think this is the charm of the museum. It is always frank and gives me warm and solid support