“来了”热情的老板应声端着面送了过来，“您是九台人吧！”“呦！”“您怎么知道的啊？”“呵
呵……就咱九台人爱吃这一口儿……”热腾腾的面，慢慢送入口中，回忆像是拉长的面，仿佛回到了20
年前……
“Coming,”said the enthusiastic boss, “Are you from Jiutai?”“Yo!”“How do you
know?”“Hehe... Only We Jiutai people like to eat this one bite...”the hot noodles slowly
went into the mouth, memories are like elongated faces, as if back to 20 years ago..
初中的学校离家有十里多地，骑自行车要半个小时才能到，中午不能回家吃饭，午休的时间不够来
回的路程。带饭也是不可能的，那个年代没有蒸汽箱，更没有保温饭盒。跟妈妈说我不饿，中午不用吃
饭，妈妈说“正是长身体的时候，怎么可能不饿，给你拿钱，你就拿着，这午饭钱妈还有，怎么也得吃
中午饭啊！”从此，妈妈每天会给我一块钱，看着那板板正正的一块钱，不敢看妈妈的眼神。那时侯家
里太困难，供两个孩子上学真的太难了。爸爸虽然出去打工的时间很长，可是拿回工钱来的时候很少。
那时候法律对农民工没有什么保护条例，老板说跑就跑了，钱说要不回来就要不回来了。而家里的几亩
薄田打出的粮食刚刚够吃，根本就没有多余的粮食去卖钱，上学的钱都是妈妈东拼西凑借来的。一到学
校交钱，回家都迟迟的不愿意说，虽然妈妈会说：“没事，明天早上妈就给你拿着！”我每次都是怯怯
的点点头，其实我知道，晚上妈妈就会出去四处借钱，我不知道她怎么张口跟人家说的，可以想象得出
来，当时她心里一定很不好受……
Junior High School is ten miles away from home. It takes half an hour to get there by bike.
You Can’t go home for lunch. It was impossible to bring rice. There was no steam box, no
insulated lunch box. Tell Mom I’m not hungry, I don’t have to eat lunch, mom says, “It’s
just when I’m growing up, how can I Not Be Hungry? Take the money, you take it, this lunch
money, Mom still has to eat lunch anyway!”From then on, Mom will give me a dollar every
day, looking at that board is a dollar, dare not look at Mother’s eyes. It was so hard at home,
so hard to put two kids through school. Although my father went out to work for a long time,
he seldom came back with his wages. At that time, the law had no protection for migrant
workers. The Boss said he would run away, and the money said he would not get it back. But
the family’s several mu thin field dozen grain just enough to eat, there is no surplus grain to
sell money, the money to go to school is the mother patchwork borrowed. As soon as I
arrived at school to pay the money, I didn’t want to say anything when I came home late,
even though my mother would say, “It’s OK, I’ll take it to you tomorrow morning!”I
nodded timidly every time. In fact, I knew that my mother would go out to borrow money in
the evening, i don’t know how she opened her mouth to say to others, I can imagine, at that
time she must feel very bad.
家里头养的鸡、鸭、鹅都是留着卖钱的，下的蛋也很少吃，等蛋攒到足够多了；它们长到足够大
了，妈妈会在逢集市的时候，拿去换日常用品的。给我的那一块钱是好几个鸡蛋换的，尽管那一块钱只
能买一个面包，对于儿时的我来说，也是相当的奢侈了。
The chickens, ducks, and geese were kept for sale, and the eggs were seldom eaten until they
were large enough to be exchanged for household goods at the fair. The dollar I was given
was exchanged for several eggs, and although it was enough to buy only one loaf of bread, it
was a luxury for me as a child.
那时候的我从来都不跟同学一起出去吃午饭，同学们背后都说我生性孤傲、性格古怪，难以相处，
或许是自己的虚荣心在作祟吧，盒饭两块钱一份；卷饼一块五毛钱一份；热汤冷面两块钱一碗，而我没
钱跟她们一起出去吃饭，也是怕她们嘲笑自己。每天中午都会出去走一圈，躺在学校的外围墙上，幻想
着自己不是自己了，是一颗树安详的沉睡着；是一只蝴蝶随花轻轻起舞；是一阵风在天空中飘荡；是一
条小河涓涓流向大海；是一块石头静卧在山岗上；是一颗小草没有烦恼没有忧愁……回来就装作吃过饭
了，然后趴在桌上画着想象的一切，那时候非常喜欢画画，也有几个要好一点的同学，会跟我说她们想
要什么，我就会画给她们，看着她们满意的表情，那是我少年里为之不多的，让我津津乐道的美好情形
之一……
Back then, I never went out to lunch with my classmates, who said behind my back that I was
arrogant, eccentric, and difficult to get along with. Perhaps it was my vanity at work Hot Soup
and cold noodles cost $2 a bowl, and I couldn’t afford to go out with them because I
thought they’d laugh at me. Every day at noon, I would go out for a walk, lying on the outer
wall of the school, imagining that I was not myself, but a tree sleeping peacefully, a butterfly
dancing gently with the flowers, a gust of wind in the sky; Is a small river trickling to the sea;
is a stone lying quietly on the hill; is a grass without worry and worry... came back to pretend
to eat, and then lying on the table to draw all the imagination, then very fond of painting,
there are a few better students, will tell me what they want, I will draw them, looking at their
satisfactory expression, that is one of the few in my youth, let me relish the good situation..
画画用的2B铅笔都是用饭钱偷偷买的，一个礼拜几乎是不吃中午饭的，攒下的钱大都买笔、纸、
本了。偶尔也会吃一回热汤冷面，看着热腾腾的锅里煮着白净净的面，碗里倒点辣椒，撒点香菜，放点
盐，捞出面，盛满汤，淋上香油，扑鼻而入的是淡淡的面香，满满的一碗面，吃到连汤都会喝的干干净
净，还是觉得不够饱，常常在想——要是能吃两碗该多好啊！
Drawing with 2B pencils are secretly bought with rice money, a week is almost not to eat
lunch, saved most of the money to buy a pen, paper, Ben. Once in a while, I would eat cold
noodles in hot soup and watch the white and clean noodles being cooked in a hot pot. In the
bowl, I would pour some chili pepper, sprinkle some coriander, put some salt on it, scoop out
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the noodles, fill them with soup, and pour sesame oil on them, even the soup will eat clean, or
feel not full, often think-if can eat two bowls of good ah!
到我十七岁了，说什么也不想上高中了，带着父母的遗憾，带着老师的'不理解，独自一个人离开
家跑到城市里，开始了未知的新生活。第一个月工资一百七十元，开工资那天兴奋的睡不着觉，终于我
能挣钱了。第二个月开了三百一十元，记得那次回家——心里装的满满的幸福的感觉，给妈妈买了一
件衣服；给爸爸买了一双鞋；给姐姐买了一件小衫。激动的问姐姐想吃什么，我挣钱了请她吃，姐姐说
她就想吃碗热汤冷面。当面端上来时我跟姐姐都哭了，一碗面都不是我们想吃就能吃的，那碗面什么味
道不记得了，只记得那种心酸和无奈的滋味——在心里泛滥泛滥的感觉……
By the time I was seventeen, I didn’t want to go to high school anymore. With the regret of
my parents and the incomprehension of my teachers, I left home alone and ran to the city to
start a new life unknown. My first salary was one hundred and seventy RMB a month, and I
was too excited to sleep on the first day. Finally, I was able to earn money. The next month
opened three hundred and ten Yuan, remember that time back home-filled with happiness
feeling, to buy a dress for my mother; to buy a pair of shoes for my father; to buy a small shirt
for my sister. Excited to ask her sister what to eat, I earned money to invite her to eat, sister
said she would like to eat a bowl of cold noodles hot soup. When my sister and I cried, a bowl
of noodles are not what we want to eat, the bowl of noodles what taste do not remember,
only remember the kind of sour and helpless taste in the heart of the feeling of flooding..
那天，姐姐说“她后悔上高中了，如果是我上高中一定不会像她这么辛苦了，她脑袋笨都是死记硬
背的，而我聪明……”我笑着劝喃喃不停的姐姐，“我性格好动，就不是那上学的料，你好好学习，考
上大学就好了，也不要给自己那么大压力，一切都会好的……”
The other day, my sister said, “She regrets going to high school. If I went to high school, I
wouldn’t have to work as hard as she did, “I have a very active personality and I am not the
the right person to go to school. You should study hard and get into a university. Don’t put so
much pressure on yourself. Everything will be fine...”
回城的路上，失落弥漫着心，其实我是想上学的，我是想画画的，我想…有个美好的未来，可一切
都是想想……我记得非常清楚，离校时老师语重心长对我说，“成功的路确实有很多条，但上学是唯一
的一条捷径！”“夏夏，你天生就应该学习，你的头脑聪明、反应又快、记忆力还好，谁不上学都不可
惜，唯独你，不上学太可惜了……”老师，我知道您对我好，我知道您说的都是对的，现实让我选择了
一条艰辛的人生路，但我坚信我会走好，而且会更加斗志昂扬的前行！不论哪一种生活都是自己的选
择，都是对生命的一种完美体验，也必将是一场无法复制的精彩。至今我依然没有后悔当初的选择，虽
然没有什么成功的事业，可是我的内心很丰满，灵魂很安逸，虽然我不上学了，可是我从没停止过学
习。
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On the way back to the city, loss filled the heart, in fact, I want to go to school, I want to
paint, I want to... have a beautiful future, but all is to think about... I remember very clearly,
the teacher said to me, “There are many paths to success, but school is the only shortcut!”
“Sciascia, you were born to learn, you have a bright mind, quick reflexes, a good memory,
it’s a shame no one should go to school but you, it’s a shame no one should go to
school...” teacher, I know you are good to me, I know you said are right, the reality let me
choose a hard life path, but I firmly believe that I will walk well, and will be more aggressive
forward! No matter what kind of life is their choice is a perfect experience of life, but also will
be impossible to replicate wonderful. I still do not regret the original choice, although
there is no successful career, but my heart is very rich, the soul is very comfortable, although I do
not go to school, but I never stop learning.
现在生活好了，可是永远也忘不了我那青葱岁月的独特味道，每年都会回九台几次，每一次都会去
火车站边上那家老店，一碗热汤冷面，吃的是过去，是回忆，是遗憾，是不甘，是无奈，是心酸……更
多的是今天的幸福！
Life is good now, but I’ll never forget the unique taste of my youth. I go back to Jiutai
several times a year, and every time I go to that old shop by the train station, a bowl of cold
noodles with hot soup, and I eat the past, the memories, the regrets, the grudges, is helpless,
sad... more is today’s happiness!
每个人内心都有诸多不如意的心酸过往，应该适时的放下，我们可以激情的缅怀，而不是消极的沉
沦！谁都有无法表达的深埋心底的伤痛，不要沉寂在忧伤中不可自拔，每一种经历都是完善人生的一种
体会。人生中总有阳光照不到的角落，只要往前走，就会阳光明媚春暖花开……
Everyone’s heart has a lot of unhappy sad past, should be timely down, we can cherish the
memory of passion, rather than negative sinking! Who can not express the deep-seated pain,
do not silence in the sadness can not extricate themselves, each kind of experience is a
perfect life experience. In the life always has the corner which the sunlight can not illuminate,
as long as walks forward, will the sunlight bright bright spring warm flower blooms.
