《北京·影事》
文/AI 诗篇
《Beijing · Film of A Story》
Written By AI Shipian
在影院
最后一排的黑暗里
In the darkness of
the last row in the cinema,
你的指尖
轻触我的掌心，
your fingertips brush
my palm —
像老胶片
上未干的油彩，
like wet paint
on old film stock,
渗出温柔的光晕。
seeping
a gentle halo of light.
大银幕上飘着雪，
Snow falls
on the silver screen,
放映机
沙沙地转动——
the projector
hums and turns —
我们的影子叠在一起，
our shadows overlap,
成为生活里
最缓慢的慢镜头。
becoming the slowest
slow motion in life.
走出影院时，
Stepping out of the theater,
长安街的灯火
刚刚醒来。
the lights along Chang'an Avenue
are just waking up.
你说，
北京是一部看不完的
电影，
You say,
Beijing is a film that
never ends —
每一帧都醉人。
every frame intoxicating.
是啊，
在胡同里找到
旧时光，
Yes —
in the hutongs,
四合院的枣树
垂下阴凉，
the shade of a scholar tree
in a siheyuan cooling us down,
我们数着年轮，
we
把日子过成诗。
turning days into poetry.
我爱
这城市的每一种可能，
I love every possibility
this city holds,
更爱你
眼里泛起的霓虹，
and even more,
the neon light rising in your eyes.
当散场的字幕升起，
When the closing credits
begin to rise,
我们牵着手——
走进另一场好戏里。
we walk hand in hand —
into another good story.
