厨房是我城市生活的全部米在袋子里,油盐酱醋在柜子里,灶台落满尘埃,锅碗瓢盆始终安静如初,老家带来的猪肉臊子,在冰箱里放了整整一年。每天,我都在找各种借口,远离厨房,远离我生活的全部。在这个城市的第五年,我孑然一身,站在空荡荡的厨房,看见自己过得一塌糊涂的生活,在烟火之上,摇摇欲坠。 The kitchen is all the rice in my city living in the bag, with the salt, sauce and vinegar in the closet, the stove is full of dust, the pots and pans are always as quiet as the pot of pork brought home and put in the refrigerator for a whole year. Every day, I’m looking for all kinds of excuses, stay away from the kitchen, away from my life all. In the fifth year of the city, I was alone, standing in an empty kitchen and seeing myself in a mess of life, above the fireworks, crumbling.