这是纽约 | 双一

《这是纽约》| 双一

每次来法拉盛

都是一次回乡

街上的黄面孔熙熙攘攘

风中夹着羊肉串香

方块字的招牌排成长队

各种乡音在空中交汇

这天早上有毛毛细雨

我第二次光顾青岛饭店

今儿的小米粥茶叶蛋韭菜盒子

一如昨儿的豆腐脑油条海带丝

还有邻桌妈妈对儿子的柔声细语

都是纯正的北方风味

忽然门口进来个黄衫女：

“游行开始了！”

一个女店员换上黄衣

对另一个说：“一会我回来你再去”

母亲也收拾东西撑起黄伞

领着孩子走入那雨

这二零一九年的春天，我猜

游行与三十年前的那个相似吧

等一等，自由的雨滴点醒了我

这是纽约，不是故乡

2019/05/13

This Is New York

by Shuang Yi

Each time I come to Flushing

'Tis like coming to the homeland

Streets are full of yellow-skinned people

Smell of lamb skewers flies in the wind

Signs of square shaped characters form a long line

Various dialects intersect in the air

It is drizzling this morning

I eat at Qingdao Restaurant for the second time

Today's millet porridge, boiled tea eggs, chives pocket, are as good as

Yesterday's tofu pudding, fried dough stick, shredded seaweed

The gentle voice of a mom to her son at adjacent table

All in authentic northern style

Suddenly a woman in yellow shirt enters

"The protest has started", she announces

A waitress changes into a yellow vest

And speaks to another, "you can join when I come back"

The mom next table collects her belongings

Puts up a yellow umbrella

And enters the rain with her son

Wouldn't this protest in the spring of 2019, I wonder, be similar

To the one thirty years ago?

Wait a second. The raindrops of liberty awakens me

This is New York, not my homeland