我所说到的西宁,永远在黑白照片的年代里驻留:它缓慢、徘徊犹如这个时代仅存的一节慢镜头胶片,无轻无重,无始无终。“西宁”一词,像一首小节式的真正的浪漫诗章时常在我的心底里鸣响,令人神往。 The Xining I am talking about is always in the era of black and white photographs: it’s slow and lingering like the only remaining slow motion film of this era, with no light or heavy weight and no beginning or end. The word “Xining”, like a small section of the real romantic poetry often ring in my heart, fascinating.