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
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