那日登船，浪是软的，风是轻的。


  奶奶坐在舷边，头发被风掠得微扬，偶尔转头笑说“这水真清”，声音混着船行的碎响，温温的。

 

镜头没追什么壮阔景，只记下她抬手挡阳光的弧度，舱窗映出的半片江，还有我俩并坐时，影子叠在甲板上，慢慢晃的样子。


 

此片送给我的奶奶和大家。

 

The day we boarded the boat, the waves were soft, and the wind gentle.


 

Grandma sat by the side of the boat; her hair fluttered slightly in the wind. Every now and then she turned her head and smiled, saying, "The water is so clear" — her voice, mingled with the soft clatter of the moving boat, was warm.


  The camera didn't chase any grand vistas. It only captured the curve of her hand as she shielded her eyes from the sun, the half view of the river reflected in the cabin window, and how, when we sat side by side, our shadows overlapped on the deck, swaying slowly.


 

This clip is dedicated to my grandma, and to all of you.