小码头的傍晚

类别：独处

记录了在海边码头吃着炸鱼薯条，看渔船归港与海鸥落日的惬意独处时光。

时长 50 秒 · 语速 164 wpm

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At six in the evening, the fishing boats came back. 傍晚六点，渔船都回来了。

I was sitting on the harbor wall 我坐在海港的防波堤上，

with my legs hanging over the water. 双腿悬在水面上晃悠着。

You could hear them before you saw them. 还没看到船，就能先听到声音了。

And the seagulls, hundreds of them, 还有那些海鸥，成百上千只，

following each boat in a noisy white cloud, screaming for scraps. 像一团喧闹的白云一样跟着每艘船，尖叫着抢吃的。

A man threw a rope. 有个男人扔过来一根缆绳。

Another man caught it without looking. 另一个人看都没看就接住了。

I had a paper box of fish and chips on my knees, 我膝盖上放着一纸盒炸鱼薯条，

from the little window by the pier. 是在码头边那个小窗口买的。

The fish had been swimming that morning. 这鱼当天早上还在海里游呢。

I ate with my fingers. 我就直接用手抓着吃。

There was grease on my hands, on my chin, on my jeans. 手上、下巴上、牛仔裤上全是油。

A seagull landed beside me and gave me a long, serious look. 一只海鸥落在我身旁，直勾勾地盯着我看了好一会儿。

"No," I said. “没你的份。”我说。

The sun went into the sea. 太阳落进了海里。

I didn't take a photo. 我没拍照。

My hands were too oily. 手太油了。

I'm glad. 不过挺好的。