【阿丙】在奉节，抚平了三峡乡愁｜重庆 奉节 三峡库区系列 A Nostalgic Journey Soothed in Fengjie. Chongqing, China.

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在真正抵达奉节之前，我想象中的奉节是凝固的。是唐诗里的孤帆远影，是电影里的岁月沧桑，是所有中国人关于漂泊与离愁的集体记忆。从巫山登上小红船，船行江上，江水静静，青山默然，这一切似乎都在印证着那个沉甸甸的想象。 直到我踏上奉节的街头…… 清晨的街头是热闹的，学生背上书包匆忙赶到学校。从山中背来新鲜蔬果的摊贩们，在街头就地开始售卖。而位于闹市区的农贸市场，便更具人气。五月初夏，新鲜的桃子正当季，整整齐齐地摆在竹筐里，甚是可爱。这似乎与我想象中的奉节不同，直到我来到了长江边上最后的一片老城区。细密的雨丝落了下来，江面泛起薄雾，旧墙上的斑驳显得更深，雨中的码头，还有工人在拆解废弃的船只。这一幕，确乎是乡愁应有的模样。 然而，奉节真正的故事，却在晴日的街头热烈地铺陈开来。奉节的城区，是鲜活与温暖的。在起伏的街巷中问路，人们总是笑眯眯地连说带比划，眼神里满是毫无保留的真诚。在街边买卤味，老板会因为一句好吃，便执意要再送我一个鸭头尝尝。我穿行在这座立体的山城里，感受着这座城市扎根的生命力与烟火气。 日暮时分，坐在夔州广场看孩子们追逐嬉戏。关于奉节，那想象中的悲情与漂泊随风散去，心中也生出一种沉甸甸的踏实感。夜幕渐垂，江船缓缓驶过，而这座城，在星光与灯光的交映下，显得如此安定、温暖。 三峡的乡愁，或许曾经飘在江上。但奉节的答案，却写在这生生不息的日常里。它远比任何想象都更具体，更温热。它让我看见——最深沉的慰藉，不在远方，就在此处鲜活的生活里。 Before I truly arrived in Fengjie, my imagination painted it as frozen in time. It was the lone sail in Tang poetry, the weathered years in cinema, a collective Chinese memory of wandering and parting sorrows. Boarding the little red boat from Wushan, watching the silent river flow between hushed green mountains, everything seemed to confirm this weighty image. Until I stepped onto the streets of Fengjie... The early morning streets were bustling with students rushing to school. Vendors, carrying fresh produce from the mountains, began selling right on the sidewalks. The farmers' market downtown was even more lively. In the early May summer, fresh peaches—perfectly arranged in bamboo baskets—were in season and utterly charming. This seemed different from the Fengjie I had imagined, until I reached the last old riverside neighborhood along the Yangtze. A fine rain began to fall, a thin mist rose over the river, and the stains on the old walls deepened. At the rainy dock, workers were dismantling abandoned boats. This, indeed, was the picture of nostalgia I had held. Yet, the true story of Fengjie unfolded vibrantly under the sunny skies. The city felt alive and warm. Asking for directions in its steep alleys, people would reply with smiles and animated gestures, their eyes brimming with unreserved sincerity. Buying braised delicacies from a street vendor, the owner, hearing me say it was delicious, insisted on giving me an extra duck head to try. Wandering through this three-dimensional mountain city, I felt its rooted vitality and palpable human energy. At dusk, sitting in Kuizhou Square watching children play, the imagined pathos and rootlessness of Fengjie drifted away with the wind, replaced by a solid, weighty sense of grounding. As night fell and boats drifted slowly down the river, the city, under a tapestry of starlight and streetlights, felt so settled and warm. Perhaps the nostalgia of the Three Gorges once floated upon the river. But Fengjie's answer is written in the enduring rhythm of daily life. It is far more concrete and warmer than any imagination. It showed me that the most profound solace lies not in some distant place, but right here—in this vibrant, living present. B站主页：https://space.bilibili.com/593971360