We walk in, and — sniff, sniff — popcorn! I smell it before I see it.

我们走进影院，闻一闻——爆米花！还没看见，先闻到了。

The striped bucket is warm in my arms, heavy with buttery clouds.

条纹爆米花桶抱在怀里暖暖的，装满了黄油味的小云朵。

My little brother hugs his fries like a bag of treasure.

弟弟抱着他的薯条，像抱着一袋子宝贝。

Shhh — the lights go down, slowly, slowly, like the sky at bedtime.

嘘——灯光暗下来，慢慢地，慢慢地，像睡前渐渐变黑的天空。

The big screen wakes up, and the whole room turns blue and quiet.

大屏幕醒了，整个影厅变成安静的蓝色。

First handful of popcorn — in it goes, crunch, crunch, quietly!

第一把爆米花——送进嘴里，嘎吱嘎吱，小小声！

My brother passes me one fry, and I pass him one popcorn. Fair trade!

弟弟递给我一根薯条，我递给他一颗爆米花。公平交易！

We watch, we munch, we giggle with our hands over our mouths.

我们看着电影、嚼着爆米花，捂着嘴咯咯笑。

At the scary part, the popcorn bucket hides both our hands.

到吓人的情节，爆米花桶把我们的两只手都藏起来了。

Butter on our fingers, salt on our sleeves — movie-night badges.

手指上沾着黄油，袖子上沾着盐粒——这是电影夜的勋章。

When the lights come back, the bucket is empty and light.

灯亮起来的时候，桶已经空了，轻飘飘的。

Good movie, good popcorn, good brother — can we come back tomorrow?

好电影，好爆米花，好弟弟——我们明天能再来吗？