Jimu Langge
Ganluo, A One-street Town
After leaving Ganluo
I’ve been to many places
But when I get the chance I always go back
One street from south to north
makes up this county seat
An October morning
I walk into a roadside noodleshop
On the street cars rush by endlessly
Faces of strangers hurriedly pass
The leaves that have fallen
are also never at rest
Just as they’ve settled after being rustled into the air
by the wind from the passing cars
another gust carries them up again
Ten years ago when I ate a bowl of noodles
I had to nod to people many times
and make numerous greetings
My frame of mind at that time was
like those leaves silently lying on the ground
The more I ate the more settled I felt
After ten years
I have also become one of the strangers
GANLUO, A ONE-STREET TOWN
甘洛，一条街的小城 离开甘洛后
我去过许多地方
但有机会总要回到甘洛来
一条街从南到北
构成了这座县城
十月的早上
我走进一家临街的面馆
街上车辆往来不绝
陌生的面孔匆匆而过
那些掉在地上的树叶
也无片刻安宁
它们被过往车辆的气流
卷起后刚刚落地
又被另一阵气流卷起
十年前我吃一碗面
要点很多次头
打很多次招呼
我那时的心情
像静静铺在地上的树叶
面越吃越从容
十年后
我也成了陌生人中的一员
From: Jingqiaoqiao de zuolun
Publisher: Hebei jiaoyu chubanshe, Shijiazhuang
Ganluo, A One-street Town
After leaving Ganluo
I’ve been to many places
But when I get the chance I always go back
One street from south to north
makes up this county seat
An October morning
I walk into a roadside noodleshop
On the street cars rush by endlessly
Faces of strangers hurriedly pass
The leaves that have fallen
are also never at rest
Just as they’ve settled after being rustled into the air
by the wind from the passing cars
another gust carries them up again
Ten years ago when I ate a bowl of noodles
I had to nod to people many times
and make numerous greetings
My frame of mind at that time was
like those leaves silently lying on the ground
The more I ate the more settled I felt
After ten years
I have also become one of the strangers
From: Jingqiaoqiao de zuolun
Ganluo, A One-street Town
After leaving Ganluo
I’ve been to many places
But when I get the chance I always go back
One street from south to north
makes up this county seat
An October morning
I walk into a roadside noodleshop
On the street cars rush by endlessly
Faces of strangers hurriedly pass
The leaves that have fallen
are also never at rest
Just as they’ve settled after being rustled into the air
by the wind from the passing cars
another gust carries them up again
Ten years ago when I ate a bowl of noodles
I had to nod to people many times
and make numerous greetings
My frame of mind at that time was
like those leaves silently lying on the ground
The more I ate the more settled I felt
After ten years
I have also become one of the strangers
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