Mo Ming: A bowl of dumplings
（莫名译）

Who lit the curly smoke?
Its graceful posture dissipates in the ends of the world.
There was light on the horizon, like a fire in the hearth.

Those familiar smells are separated from us，
Four hundred kilometers away.
They are gradually forgotten by us.
I tried my best to imitate my mother's way of making dumplings,
They can't cook the original flavor.

I try not to stuff dumplings with meat foam.
Don't make it look like ears.
Don't touch sweet vinegar when eating it.
There is no need to cook the chicken soup.

I take a bite of dumplings, so I won't hear
So many sad instructions.

（中译英）

一碗水饺

莫名

点燃炊烟袅袅
婷婷的身姿消散在
天涯海角
地平线有炉膛火

熟悉的香气隔了
八百里。渐渐被淡忘
手法模仿再像
也还原不了

尽量不把里面塞满肉沫
不做成耳朵形状
不沾甜醋
也不用熬好的鸡汤

才不会咬一口，就听到
那么多心酸的叮咛

欣赏。后两段的衔接上，与中文版本似有出入，有待斟酌～

问好莫名诗人～