寻常事物的味道如此新鲜

The smells of ordinariness

夜晚开车穿过法国：

Were new on the night drive through France;

雨水、干草和树林的混合气息

Rain and hay and woods on the air

形成阵阵暖流扑进敞篷汽车。

Made warm draughts in the open car.

沿途路牌泛着冷冷的白光：

Signposts whitened relentlessly.

蒙特勒伊、阿布维尔、博韦......

Montrueil, Abbéville, Beauvais

一个个迎来，然后又退却，

Were promised, promised, came and went,

每处地名都像一则兑现的承诺。

Each place granting its name’s fulfilment.

收割机在夜色里依旧轰鸣，

A combine groaning its way late

谷粒在作业灯前流泻如血。

Bled seeds across its work-light.

森林之火燃烧完余烬，

A forest fire smouldered out.

小咖啡馆的灯光次第熄灭。

One by one small cafés shut.

我不断想着远在南方的你

I thought of you continuously

逐渐变暗的地球弧面上

A thousand miles south where Italy

意大利正将腰身贴向法国

Laid its loin to France on the darkened sphere.

而你的寻常在那里被重新领略。

Your ordinariness was renewed there.