丰都我是第一次去那个叫鬼城的丰都。新世纪的最大寒潮,紧跟着我的步伐从北方匆匆南下。动车穿山洞,过峡谷。不时看到雪花雨丝在紧追慢赶。三个小时,温暖而忐忑不安的旅途。到了丰都,既没有雨,更没有雪,有的只是阳光的温暖和朋友的热情。在鬼城,我没有看到鬼,倒是我心中那个小鬼开始蠢蠢欲动。这个长江边上的小山城,空气清爽得让人忍不住多吸几口。江水流到这里,期期艾艾的仿佛忘了要奔向大海。而迎向我的丰都人,脸上有阳光在一朵朵绽放,让我忘了正是隆冬时节…… Fengdu I was the first to go to that Fengdu ghost town. The greatest cold wave of the new century, followed by my pace hurried south from the north. Motor car through the cave, over the canyon. From time to time to see the snow drifts in the catch chase slow catch. Three hours, warm and uneasy journey. To Fengdu, there is no rain, no snow, and some just the warmth of the sun and the passion of friends. In ghost town, I did not see the ghost, it touches on my heart that kid started ready to go. The small mountain town on the edge of the Yangtze River, fresh air so that people can not help but absorb a few mouthfuls. River flow here, the period AI Ai forgot to run to the sea. And to my Fengdu people, his face in the blossoming of the sun, let me forget it is the winter season ... ...