《家园》

我
呆呆地
望着
烟囱里 升起的 炊烟
袅袅

妈妈
厨灶前
忙活着 生火 做饭
弥漫的 蒸气
散散

我
吸吸鼻子
想辨别
炊烟与馒头的 味道
哪个香甜

Home

Dazedly, I look at the smoke
Rising from the chimney
And spiraling up into the sky 

Mom in the kitchen busies
With making a fire and cooking
The steaming vapor diffuses in the air
White and soft as clouds

I sniff it to distinguish the taste
Of the cooking smoke from that of the steamed buns 
And try to figure out which one is sweet