First of all, from the topic, the New World is not Columbus's discovery and exploration of the new century, but a double exile. On another continent, looking at the continent in the east! The poet described many scenes in this new continent, but everything was so strange and lonely. The poet has described living in a foreign country as "cultural exile", and has written many works with the same theme, such as When I Die, Boys in the Five Tombs, Beating Music, Solidification of Me, etc!
New World Morning
Zero degree. 7: 3. The dream of ancient China died in
Simmons in the New World.
In the vein of the centigrade watch,
the blood in 1958 will run out.
The wind, which originated in Greenland,
means that the ice skaters came down the glass plains of the Great Lakes.
Soon we will receive
many
Christmas cards from Eskimos from these messenger bags.
good morning, melancholy. Good morning, lonely.
good morning, the third phase of homesickness!
good morning, ladies, good morning!
Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce
Wait for us to quarrel at the breakfast table,
Miss Suiren, as well as soybean milk and fried dough sticks.
then go to a strange newspaper to find stingy news.
then go to the mailbox to find the body of hope.
then go to on the boulevard to greet the squirrels.
Then walk into the crowded classroom, and sit down between high nose and high nose,
between blonde hair and blonde hair, and between Hello and Good Morning,
.
Sit down, and look at the blue pupil
blue pupil
and blue pupil, which are as cold as Lake Michigan, and take the shadow of Wu Ling, and
take the shadow of acacia transplanted from the Tropic of Cancer.
Then step on the verdant grassland behind the art museum
(it doesn't know Niu Xiji),
cross Liu Yin by the Aio River
(it doesn't know Huan Wen),
head for another skyscraper
(it doesn't know Wang Can).
When a thousand miles away was trapped on the horizon, I said,
"Although I believe in beauty instead of my native land,
I never had enough to stay!"
The train came from Chicago and
headed for the blue coast of the Pacific Ocean.
The long hiss of the whistle derailed my mind-
I was thinking that in the early autumn of 1959,
in the bay of San Francisco,
an iron anchor will be raised for me,
when it dives again, it will see
China fish in Keelung Harbor.
at this moment, it's half past seven, and it's zero.
In the vein of the centigrade watch,
the blood in 1958 has not been exhausted.
good morning, melancholy! Good morning, lonely!
good morning, the third phase of homesickness!
good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!
1958.11.5