冬天的第一滴雪花

“哇！ 下雪了！”
这几句话。。。
竟然打破了夜晚的平静。

在厨房烈火战斗中，
吹开烧水的蒸汽，
看透浓厚的油烟，
望到了冬天的第一滴雪花。

这滴小小的雪花，
带给了我心充满的安宁感。
油炸机里油爆声慢慢地消失了，
抛在锅里的菜也渐渐地停顿了。
眼睛只会随着那滴雪花的摇摆，
跟随着它寻找陆地的路途，
无忧无愁地自在飘扬。

今年的第一滴雪来的太迟了，
可是期待着的心思却没遗憾，
应为现在的我以经分了身：
精神放入了走餐的每一道菜，
灵魂却留了给欣赏这同一滴雪花的她。



Winter's First Snow Flake

"Wow! It's snowing!"
These words...
Literally broke the silence of the night.

In the midst of the heated battle within the kitchen,
blowing away the steam from the boiling water,
seeing through the thick rising smoke,
reveals winter's first snow flake.

This lil' snowflake,
has broke a sense of peacefulness into my heart,
the sound of the oil sizzling in the deep fryer slowly fades away,
food that was tossed in the wok gradually came to a halt as well.
My eyes would only follow the dancing snow flake,
following its search for its journey down to earth,
floating casually without any burden at all.

The first snow flake of the year came rather late,
but the well anticipated heart of mine felt no remorse,
because I'm feeling like I've lost myself completely:
my concentration infused within every dish that I serve,
but I've left my soul with her, the one gazing at the same snowflake as me.

Chungy
(dedicated to the lady of the night, whom gazes at the same snowflake as me...)