一碗老北京炸酱面

在稻种发芽土炕上

就着炸酱面品老北京的味道

不敢着意那一刻

我只是一个矿工女儿奢侈

几次梦里盘迴在老莫斯科餐厅

从来没有进去的冲动

我只想在人群里寻找那双暗淡的眼神

重温青春失之交臂回味那厚唇

是一碗北京炸酱面引我北漂

我还是没有吃怕放纵自己的春心

我只在莫斯科老餐厅一角

留一个位子摆两双筷子

我不会再逃避

从记忆中挑起一碗炸酱面上萝卜絲

而这萝卜絲越拉越长

一直到会燃烧

在月光与月光之间跌倒了不在爬起

不在纠结那半碗老北京炸酱面

是漂泊还是漂零

在门缝里逃了出去

余下半碗乡愁与长夜交融

A Bowl of PekingNoodles with Fried Been Sauce

On the rice seedgermination bed

A bowl of Pekingnoodles with fried been sauce is tasted

I don't careabout that moment

I'm just aminer's daughter in so called luxury

Several times Idreamed back to the old Moscow restaurant

There was neveran impulse to go in

I just wanted tolook for those dim eyes in the crowd

And relive thelost youth after the taste by the thick lips

It was a bowl ofPeking Fried bean paste noodles that led me to the north

I still did noteat to be afraid to indulge my spring heart

I was only inthe corner of the old Moscow restaurant

To reserve atable leaving two pairs of chopsticks

I won't run away

Remove frommemory a bowl of shredded radish on the fried bean paste

And the radishis getting longer and longer

Until it burns

In the moonlightand between I fall down and not to climb up

Be not entangledwith that half bowl of Peking fried been paste noodles

It is in driftor lonely drift

I escaped betweenthe door cracks

What’s left is thehalf bowl of nostalgia blend with the long night

不错！

conanwchen2 发表于 2020-6-9 09:03
不错！

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