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- 西街到古港的慢行课：在泉州听见海风 | A Slow Walk from West Street to the Ancient Port in Quanzhou
- 清晨六点半，西街的石板还留着夜里的潮气。我在开元寺塔影下系紧鞋带，把手机地图调成步行模式。卖面线糊的阿姨掀开锅盖，白汽一下漫到檐下；电动车轻轻按铃，店家正把竹椅从门里一张张搬出来。城市尚未完全醒来，我却先听见一种向外流动的声音：木门响、碗勺碰、远处公交起步，像海水尚未露面，潮汐已进入街巷。
- 在泉州老城听见海风的回声 | Hearing the Sea Wind in Quanzhou's Old Town
- 清晨六点，西街还没有被游客的脚步填满。骑楼檐下挂着昨夜收起一半的灯笼，雨水沿着石板缝慢慢退去，空气里有柴火、海盐和刚出锅的面线糊气味。卖花生汤的陈阿姨把木门推开，先用湿布擦柜台，再把一只旧收音机调到本地戏曲频道。她说，老城醒来不是从钟声开始，而是从锅盖碰响和第一辆送菜三轮车开始。
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