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A | 武林夜市180个摊位雨棚布，3小时拆完、6小时复原
安装雨棚布。
I first watched the movie All Wishes Come True on a sweltering evening in Beijing, the kind of night when the city's heat presses against the windows and the air-conditioning struggles.
The comedy, widely considered one of the best-reviewed Chinese animated features of the 2026 summer season, unspooled its turquoise landscapes and bureaucratic immortals with a lightness that belied the depth of its source material. By the time the credits rolled, I found myself less interested in the characters' KPI struggles than in the place they called home: Penglai - the northern tip of the Shandong Peninsula in East China, where myth and shoreline have shared the same address for more than 1,000 years.
By one Saturday morning, I was on a high-speed train heading east from Beijing, the film still playing in my head. "Don't ask where they came from," the movie's quiet refrain goes, "only where they are going; don't ask about gains or losses, only about right or wrong." It felt like decent travel advice.
Fairyland of the mortal world
Stepping off the train, Penglai announced itself gradually. The air cooled. The sea appeared, first with shimmering light, then as a broad, restless presence. The average temperature here sits at around 12.5 degrees Celsius for the whole year; winters refuse to freeze the spirit, summers decline to scorch it. Locals call the place "the fairyland of the mortal world," and for once the slogan does not feel like municipal overreach.
I began, as most pilgrims do, at Penglai Pavilion. The Song-dynasty (960-1279) complex rises from a cliff as if the rock itself had decided to become architecture. It is the only seaside member of China's four great ancient towers, and the only one that smells of salt. From its highest platform the Yellow and Bohai Seas meet in a visible seam of color, two blues arguing politely about territory. Legend insists the Eight Immortals gathered here, drank too well, and then crossed the water by their various supernatural means. Standing in the same spot, I could almost hear the clink of chalices.
The pavilion is not a museum of relics so much as a working stage for memory. The hall of Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, still receives incense. Stone tablets carved with poems by generations of visitors lean against one another like old friends. In the afternoons, costumed performers - local "NPCs" of the Eight Immortals - wander the stone paths, joking with tourists, offering blessings, occasionally breaking into song. Children chase a character carrying a flower basket; adults pose solemnly beside Tieguai Li. The boundary between screen and shore softens.
One of the locals, who grew up within sight of the pavilion, told me this was the season for haishi - the mirages that have made Penglai famous for centuries. Sea mirages, sea mists, and horizontal fog form the three maritime wonders here, appearing without schedule and vanishing just as quickly. I waited an hour and alas saw only ordinary clouds. Still, the sense of possibility felt sufficiently satisfying.
Across the water lies the Eight Immortals Cross the Sea scenic area, laid out in the shape of a giant gourd - Tieguai Li's preferred vessel. From the highest pavilion the gardens, pavilions, and sculpted figures form a coherent narrative of ascent and departure. Wandering in the area, you will see that the water is calm, the sky the exact shade of celadon used by the animators. It was easy to understand why story-tellers kept returning to this stretch of coast: the landscape itself seems to invite transformation.
Penglai is not only myth. The old water city, China's best-preserved ancient naval base, still holds the outlines of docks where warships once waited. Nearby stand the memorials to Qi Jiguang, the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644) general who defended these shores against Japanese pirates.
The same peninsula that dreams of immortals also remembers the hard work of keeping the sea lanes open. The film's protagonists, for all their comic incompetence, share a stubborn sense of duty toward the human world. Standing among the fortifications, I felt the two strains of the place - celestial and martial - settle into balance.
Banquet from sea
Food here is another kind of story-telling. At a small restaurant in the city I ordered Penglai noodles, thin and springy, swimming in a broth that tasted of the morning's catch. Later came an "Eight Immortals banquet," each dish inspired by one of the legendary figures: a crisp fish for the crossing, a fragrant wine for the celebration afterward. The wines themselves deserve attention. Penglai sits on the same latitude as some of the world's great vineyards.
In the late afternoon light, the grapes looked almost black, and the air smelled of sea and oak. A glass of local wine, tasted on a terrace overlooking the water, carried a mineral edge that felt like the peninsula distilled.
Evenings belong to the streets. On Xianjie or Immortal Street, lights come on early. Vendors sell souvenirs of the Eight Immortals' magic instruments, small wooden crutches, fans, flower baskets. Musicians play, children run between stalls, and the smell of grilled seafood mixes with the cooler night air. It is ordinary Chinese night-market life, elevated by the knowledge that the stories being sold have been circulating for a millennium.
I spent my last morning climbing Laobeishan or Tianheng Mountain to the precise point where the two seas divide. The water on one side was a deeper yellow, on the other a clearer blue. Tourists took photographs, capturing the magical sight of the water's two different colors.
Penglai is much more than what is portrayed in the movie. The cliffs, the pavilion, the mirages, and the slow accumulation of legend were here long before any animator arrived. Yet the film has done what good popular art sometimes does: it has given a new generation a reason to look again. Walking back down the mountain that morning, I kept thinking of the line about not asking about origins, only about destinations.
Penglai's destiny, it seems, is simply to remain itself - half myth, half working harbor - while the rest of us keep arriving, notebooks open, cameras ready, half expecting to see haishi.
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B | 记者 许卓恒 摄杭州日报讯 “使劲，右边再往下拉。
C | ”“上面再用棍子顶一下。”昨天上午，天空还飘着细雨，武林夜市管理员、商户和拱墅区综合行政执法局武林中队队员、拱墅城运集团武林路“红旗班”队员等40余人正忙着安装武林夜市180个摊位的雨棚布。
D | 下午3点，经过6个小时的连续奋战，雨棚布全部安装完毕。
E | 傍晚，武林夜市如期复市。8月8日，本报“发现都市圈”视频号上发布的《杭州速度！迎战台风“白海豚”，武林夜市3小时拆完所有帐篷》视频，浏览量近60万。有网友点赞：这体现了防汛抗台期间的“杭州速度”。昨天上午，记者再次来到武林夜市，探寻“杭州速度”背后的深层答案。速度源于温情记者在现场看到，安装夜市雨棚布并非易事——一个摊位的雨棚布需要四五个人同时操作才能安装妥帖，要先把布盖到雨棚钢架上，再拉扯4个角，中间要有人拿根棍子顶起棚布，还要系上20多个锁扣。他们从早上9点就开始忙碌了。“雨棚布安装的工作量要比拆的时候多好几倍，而且每拆一次雨棚布都会有损耗。”武林夜市现场管理员胡建华说，“台风来袭，夜市雨棚不拆掉是相当危险的。
F | 但这次迎战台风‘白海豚’，我们经过研判后，决定仅拆掉雨棚布，上次迎战台风‘巴威’我们连棚架都拆了。”拱墅城运集团武林路“红旗班”派出了近10人前来帮助安装雨棚布。
G | “我们在武林路和龙游路上做清洁工作，平时与夜市的商户、管理员相处得很和谐。
H | 拆装夜市雨棚是为了防汛抗台，保一方平安，我们责无旁贷，每次都是积极参与和协助的。”该“红旗班”班长盛正河说，“武林夜市的商户们一直很关心我们，寒冬腊月送温暖、三伏夏日送清凉，我们就像一家人。家人的事，就是我们自己的事。
I | ”来自山东的非遗篆刻摊主王鹏一早便赶来搭把手，“我们有句口号是‘武林夜市一家亲’。雨棚布早点装好，我们可以早点复市做生意，帮帮忙是应该的。
J | ”事实上，“武林夜市一家亲”是武林夜市自2013年开市起便长期践行的共治理念。2021年2月，武林夜市党支部正式成立，成为杭州夜市业态的首个党支部，由从夜市商户一步步成长起来的管理人员叶连忠担任首任党支部书记。
K | “商户不再只是独立经营的生意人，更是街区治理的参与者。平时大家互相照应、维护夜市经营秩序，遇到台风等险情，他们主动放下生意，配合隐患排查、参与应急工作。”叶连忠说，“武林夜市每年都会举行‘一家亲’年会，商户有困难市场也会及时相助、减免租金，市场里还专设公益摊位，照顾残疾人、大学生创业等。”温情滋养烟火武林路鸿鼎商务楼3楼的一个窗户前，一个简单的三脚架上装着一台连着充电宝的手机，正在拍摄楼下武林夜市装雨棚布的延时视频。屡次防汛抗台，武林夜市爆红的拆装夜市雨棚视频，正是在这里拍摄的。在楼上办公的叶连忠下楼来看看拍摄是否顺利，这时他的手机又响了。“我正在和某知名酒企谈一个商务合作，过几天他们要来夜市办一个快闪活动，还有好几个活动等着去谈，还有一些夜市想请我们去聊聊合作。”叶连忠已经习惯了这样的忙碌。
L | 从2013年的40个摊位，到如今的400个摊位，节假日日均人流量达10万人次，作为杭州夜经济标杆，武林夜市正凭借品牌效应、管理模式，打造多元化经营体系——创新“武林故事”核心IP、开发文创伴手礼、孵化网红摊主，以及落地江苏镇江开办合作夜市，进驻“浙BA”赛场，举办“运閤集”等各类主题消费活动。人来了，生意就来了。武林夜市的烟火气，激活了片区商业链。夜市周边的商业、酒店、办公楼的租赁和生意都被带动起来。“龙游路、武林路南段，夜市周边的商铺很少有空的，租金也相对稳定。
M | ”叶连忠说。武林街道经济数据显示，今年上半年，武林街道实现社会消费品零售总额同比增长6%，餐饮业营业额同比增长8.3%。武林路的市井烟火，正持续释放着强劲的经济韧性。
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