空荡的中庭 – Empty atrium

kōng dàng de zhōng tíng

Zhè zuò gòuwù zhōngxīn de zhōngyāng zhōngtíng kōngdàngdàng de, zhǐ yǒu jǐ zhǎn cǎnbái de dēng zhào zhe guāng kě jiàn rén de dàlǐshí dìzhuān. Wǒ céngjīng zuì ài guàng de nà jiā bǎihuò gōngsī yǐjīng bān zǒu le, tā de zhuānguī quán bèi qīngkōng, zhǐ liú xià jǐ pái gūlínglíng de yījià. Shāngchǎng lǐ jǐn shèng de jǐ jiā diànpù yě mén kě luó què, lián nà jiān guójì pǐnpái de qíjiàn diàn dōu lā xià le juǎnlián mén, bōli chúchuāng shàng tiē zhe “wàng pù zhāo zū” de gàoshì.

Wǒ zhàn zài èr lóu fútī páng, kàn zhe zhè piàn sǐjì. Yǐqián zhèlǐ jǐ mǎn le rén, nà jiā bǎihuò gōngsī de huàzhuāng pǐn zhuānguī qián zǒng pái zhe cháng duì, gùkè zhēng zhe shìyòng zuì xīn kuǎn de kǒuhóng. Gé bì de qíjiàn diàn gèng shì rén cháo yǒng dòng, xīn kuǎn qiú xié yī shàng jià jiù bèi qiǎng guāng. Kě xiànzài, zhěng zuò gòuwù zhōngxīn xiàng bèi chōu zǒu le línghún, lián diàntī dōu tíngzhǐ le yùnzhuǎn.

Wǒ zǒu xià fútī, tīng jiàn zìjǐ de jiǎobù shēng zài kōngkuàng de shāngchǎng lǐ huídàng. Nà jiā bǎihuò gōngsī de jiùzhǐ shàng, zhǐ shèng xià yī zhāng tuìsè de hǎibào, shàngmiàn xiě zhe “qīngcāng dà shuǎi mài”. Pángbiān de zhuānguī zǎo yǐ bèi chāi guāng, zhǐ shèng xià jǐ gè wāi xié de huòjià. Wǒ zǒu dào nà jiān qíjiàn diàn ménkǒu, tòu guò luò huī de bōli wǎng lǐ kàn, lǐmiàn qīhēi yī piàn, zhǐ yǒu jǐ gè mótè jiǎrén wāi dǎo zài dì.

Zhè zuò gòuwù zhōngxīn céngjīng shì chéngshì de xīnzàng, xiànzài què chéng le yī jù kōng ké. Wǒ zhuǎnshēn líkāi, shēn hòu shì sǐjì de zhōngtíng, hé nàxiē zài yě huí bù qù de fánhuá.

Empty atrium

The central atrium of this shopping center was empty, with only a few pale lights illuminating the gleaming marble floor tiles. The department store I used to love to visit had moved away, its counters all cleared out, leaving only a few lonely clothes racks. The few remaining shops in the mall were almost deserted, and even the flagship store of an international brand had pulled down its rolling shutter, with a “Shop for Rent” sign pasted on the glass window.

I stood by the escalator on the second floor, looking at this dead silence. In the past, this place was crowded with people; there was always a long line in front of the cosmetics counter of that department store, with customers vying to try the latest lipstick. The flagship store next door was even more bustling, with new sneakers snapped up as soon as they hit the shelves. But now, the entire shopping center seemed drained of its soul, and even the escalators had stopped running.

I walked down the escalator, hearing my own footsteps echo in the empty mall. At the former site of that department store, only a faded poster remained, reading “Clearance Sale. ” The counters next to it had long been dismantled, leaving only a few crooked shelves. I walked to the entrance of that flagship store and looked through the dusty glass; inside was pitch black, with only a few mannequins lying askew on the floor.

This shopping center was once the heart of the city, but now it has become an empty shell. I turned and left, behind me the silent atrium and the prosperity that would never return.

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