也许来的不是时候,但我确实不能再等待了,我还想看看它原来的模样。一个阴霾满天的早晨,我匆匆踏上了奉节的土地。走在青石铺成的石板路上,我仿佛置身于一个陌生的世界。呆滞的面孔,喧嚣的人群,燃烧的垃圾,毁弃的建筑……一切都是那么地茫然无序。依斗门两侧的老城墙裸露了出来,仿佛在诉说着一个遥远的故事。衰老的黄桷树低垂着枝叶,孤独地立在废墟中。我心中的感觉如同西斜的夕阳,变得愈加地凝重、灰暗。 Maybe it’s not time, but I really can’t wait any longer. I still want to see what it looks like. On a hazy morning, I hurriedly set foot on the Fengjie land. Walking on the stone road paved with bluestone, I feel like I am in a strange world. The dull faces, the squatting crowds, the burning garbage, the destroyed buildings... everything is so utterly disorderly. The old city walls on both sides of the Doumen Gate were exposed, as if telling a distant story. The aging yellow eucalypts are low-lying branches and leaves standing alone in the ruins. The feeling in my heart is like the sunset in the west, becoming increasingly dignified and dark.