“两岸猿声啼不住,轻舟已过万重山”;“高江急峡雷霆斗,古木苍藤日月昏”;“江间波浪兼天涌,塞上风云接地阴”;“地无三尺平,峰有万丈高”……在古人的诗香墨韵里,我走进了奉节古城。踩着一阶又一阶磨得变了形的石梯,仿佛就在触摸历史的脉搏。脚下曾是一座有着2300多年建县史的 “Across the Taiwan Strait can not cry, canoe has been million mountains”; “high-speed Ji Xia thunder bucket, ancient wood Cane day and night”; “wave of the sky and the sky, plug the situation Yin Yin”; “ Ruler flat, peak lofty ”... ... In the ancients poetic ink rhyme, I went into the ancient city of Fengjie. Stepping on the first and the second order to change the shape of the stone stairs, as if in the touch of the pulse of history. At the foot of a building has more than 2300 years of history