Chapter 9 Morning of the New World

zero degrees.seven thirty.The dream of ancient China dies in Enter Simmons of the New World. In the veins of the Celsius scale, The blood of 1958 will be shed. The wind, from Greenland, Sliding down like a skater The Plains of Glass of the Great Lakes. Soon we shall receive, from the bags of these messengers, many sent by eskimos Christmas card. Good morning, Melancholy.Good morning, lonely. Good morning, the third issue of nostalgia! Good morning, ladies, good morning! Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce Waiting for us to quarrel at the breakfast table, Miss Suirenshi, as well as soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Then look for miserly news in unfamiliar newspapers. Then look for Hope's corpse in the empty mailbox. Then go to the forest to greet the little squirrels. Then walk into the crowded classroom, in high nose and high nose, Between blonde and blonde, between hello and good morning, sit down. Sit down, and face the green pupils as cold as Lake Michigan With Bi Tong, they cast the shadow of the boy from Wuling, According to the transplanted from the Tropic of Cancer The shadow of the acacia tree. Then step on the still green grass field behind the art gallery (It doesn't know Niu Xiji),

Through the Shade of Willows on the Iowa River (it doesn't know Huan Wen), to another skyscraper (It doesn't know Wang Can). When clairvoyance is trapped on the horizon, I say: "Although I believe in beauty rather than my land, Never enough to stay for less! " The train comes from Chicago, To the blue shore of the Pacific Ocean. The long hiss of the siren derailed my thoughts— I was thinking, in the early autumn of 1959, in the bay of san francisco, An anchor will be raised for me, When it dives again, it will see Chinese fish in Keelung Harbor. And at this moment, half past seven, zero degrees.

In the veins of the Celsius scale, The blood of 1958 has not yet been shed. Good morning, melancholy!Good morning, lonely! Good morning, the third issue of nostalgia! Good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!