鍾國強 | Chung Kwok-keung

 

 

中文

 

 

 

在生活的縫隙中想起

那年在上海

倥偬間的一點油光

在寒冷的空氣裡泛著異彩

讓我們停下來

鑽進一爿小店

在升騰的霧氣裡

呷一大碗

雞鴨血湯

感覺舌底甜甜

有一股微腥氣味

抬頭見彼此

唇間的光點

不停地眨著眼睛

 

如今遍嘗城市的味道

道旁的塵埃壓成時間的頁岩

難忍的又豈是浮游的腥膻呢

館肆叫囂的膏脂

糾結來回的步履

有時我想沉著

如一碗素淨的湯

不起漪淪

只守住

懷抱的所有

 

卻見你捧來一大碗

榨菜肉絲蛋花湯

平和的味道裡有微辛

靜靜的水面浮著

兩瓣油彩

透過重重年月向我

不停地眨著眼睛

 

English

 

OIL

 

 

In an off moment, I remember

Shanghai’s frigid air, steam

shimmered iridescent with cooking oil.

We’d ducked into a small restaurant,

amid its vapors

sipping a big bowl

of chicken-duck-blood soup.

Sweet on the tongue,

but underneath, something bloody.

We raised our heads,

lips glittering.

 

Now we’ve tasted all the city flavors,

the roadside dust of those days

pressed to shale,

still that bloody taste,

the loud, greasy fat,

uncertain, hurried steps.

 

Sometimes I want serenity,

a simple bowl of soup,

no ripples,

holding close

all it embraces.

 

In your hands a tureen,

eggdrop soup with pickle and minced pork,

a little heat lurking in the placid taste,

on its calm surface

two gleams of tinted oil.

Through curtained years,

a shining gaze.

 

trans. © Diana Shi & George O’Connell

 

more by Chung Kwok-keung

靜夜思 | Thoughts on a Troubled Night

| Rice

橘子 | Tangerine

織草為蜢的人 | The Weaver of Grasshoppers

馬纓丹 | Lantana

電腦寫作 | Writing on the Computer

葡萄 | Grapes

聲音 | Sound

船程 | Voyage

分傘 | Sharing an Umbrella

Winter 2016-17

池凌云 | Chi Lingyun

Anastassis Vistonitis | 安纳斯塔西斯·维斯托尼提斯

Photos © 胡敏 | Hu Min