何人在此

• 心思花“一点”是不够的

这“一点”心思在我想当然来，就是不必苦心研究，有什么做什么，喂饱自己就行。但是事实是，我的胃已经被外婆和妈妈的手艺惯坏了。没办法，我的胃和我的厨艺，两方面都需要妥协。结果呢？我在潜心专修厨艺的同时也在不知不觉地锻炼着我的胃，她每天就在我做的各种美味的或是不是很美味的“佳”肴里一步一步的变得坚强起来。

1. 烧茄子（费油，茄子也不便宜）
2. 蒜苗炒培根（这里培根巨咸无比，盐少放）
3. 青菜豆腐汤（一定要做完了就喝了，要不然叶子都黄了不好看，也不好喝）
4. 西红柿炒鸡蛋和蛋炒饭（呵呵，这个没有谁不会吧）
5. 另外下过面条无数，配上老干妈的辣椒酱，也能填饱肚子......

• 一个人吃晚饭的痛苦

被骗啦！

现已四更有余， 吾之睡也。

Love at First Sight         

Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?

I'd like to ask them
whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.

There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.