一碗老北京炸酱面
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 bedA bowl of Pekingnoodles with fried been sauce is tastedI don't careabout that momentI'm just aminer's daughter in so called luxury Several times Idreamed back to the old Moscow restaurantThere was neveran impulse to go inI just wanted tolook for those dim eyes in the crowdAnd relive thelost youth after the taste by the thick lips It was a bowl ofPeking Fried bean paste noodles that led me to the northI still did noteat to be afraid to indulge my spring heartI was only inthe corner of the old Moscow restaurantTo reserve atable leaving two pairs of chopsticks I won't run awayRemove frommemory a bowl of shredded radish on the fried bean pasteAnd the radishis getting longer and longerUntil it burnsIn the moonlightand between I fall down and not to climb up Be not entangledwith that half bowl of Peking fried been paste noodlesIt is in driftor lonely driftI escaped betweenthe door cracksWhat’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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