美国大陆的第一缕阳光 一个人两辆车的环美之行（二）

这篇游记，首次完稿与2020年3月31日深夜，赶在时间点前完成，是有特殊的意义的，因为在我的四月生活计划的清单中，完成环美行北上段落（第一章）的两篇游记，包括这篇游记是我必须完成的任务，我 成功 了。

这篇文章之所以用英文写的原因，说来有些可笑和无奈，我的英文写作水平也不好，全文没有语法可言，词汇也用的不得体，请各位看官切莫笑话，只是因为一来最近要用英语，练手复习英文单词；二来，写完后，我才发现，用英文写是个“聪明”的选择，因为这篇游记中所经历的地方，是我环美行中所遇见最美的海岸线风景： 科德角 ，瓦尔登湖， 波特兰 的公园，凯迪拉 克山 的日出， 阿卡 迪亚，Quoddy 灯塔 ......这里还有我遇见的最美的艺术品，哈佛艺术博物馆、麻省理工艺术博物馆、 波士顿 艺术博物馆.....而这些所见，我的文学功底也太差，我拼命的想写出像《红楼梦》中曹雪芹描写大观园的那些“一山一石，一花一木，莫不着意观览”的“穿花度柳，抚石依泉”，然而我面对它们，却无力修辞这些美丽景象，用些英文的幼稚词汇，倒是遮盖了我的词穷。

在这篇回忆中，我似乎每天都能来到海边吹海风，我似乎每天都能仰望星空，当我花费了大量的时间和经历整理这些游记的时候，渐渐索然无味时，这些旅行中的片段记忆，仿佛刹那间重新在大海中掀起波澜的碎石，即便是一颗细弱微笑的碎石，亦能掀起征服惊涛骇浪的勇气，激励我继续写完一篇游记，但愿此生总能胸怀大海，又能做到平静如水。

日出日落，潮起潮落，愿这段一路向北的旅程记忆，能永恒存留在不息的太平洋的海风中。

重点段落快捷导览
D18 科德角 （ 梭罗 写下：一个人在站这里，可以把整个 美国 放在身后的地方）
D20 哈佛和MIT的艺术博物馆
D21 瓦尔登湖
D22 波特兰 （这里有 美国 等最美海边 灯塔 ）
D23 阿卡 迪亚国家公园（ 美国东海岸 线的最高峰和最美日出~凯迪拉 克山 ）

I set off from Williamsburg, Virginia, where I worked and studied, and then I made my journey, heading north, all the way to Washington, Philadelphia, New York, and the Appalachach Trail on foot. In Washington I entered the White House and the Pentagon, and in Philadelphia I enjoyed the Eagles concert. In New York I sUCCessfully sold my goods in Chinatown. Next, I continued to go north until I arrived in the United States. Northeast corner, then into Canada.

In the morning, I woke up from a car by the sea ，and I didn't dare to get up too late because I was looking forward to seeing the sunrise on Cape ***.

This is a 2KM long road leading to Cape Cod, where there is a lighthouse.

I have been very nervous on this road, as if it were some kind of belief, I told myself: I must reach this lighthouse before sunrise。

第一段的 美国 北上之旅至此结束了，而这段路仅是我环美之行的四分之一。接下来，我将进入 加拿大 ，直到 魁北克 ，再往西南方向沿着圣劳伦斯河经过 加拿大 的法语区，再次回到 美国 的尼加拉瓜大瀑布，而后穿越五 大湖 区，从 芝加哥 为旅程中点，往66号公路南下到加州，再沿着 美国 的南部直到 佛罗里达 州后北上返回弗吉尼亚，在蓝领公路结束旅程，而这短短23天的旅程，我从2019年的6月开始写，拖拖拉拉已写了快一年，而剩余的四分之三，我若要为自己坚持而写，又何时能写出了？这对我而言已经是一个自己都不知道的答案。深夜的星空群星璀璨，也容易迷失方向，好在 灯塔 总是用稳定的频率处闪烁而成为夜空中最亮的星。

最后，摘录卡罗琳·佛雪的《 灯塔 》，结束这篇游记

没有船舶的夜晚。雾笛向积云鸣响，你

仍然活着，被光吸引，仿佛僧侣守护的一团火。

黑夜曾经与群星纠结，现在同死亡一般暗淡，你向内部驶去。

穿过野金雀花和海藻，穿过石楠和撕碎的羊毛，

你跑，拉着我的手，让我有生之年目睹一次：

光的旋转，旋转，呼啸，光在寻找失踪者。

在那里，自从有火的年岁以来，烛光与空旷的灯盏，

鲸鱼油与灯芯，油菜花与炼油，煤油与电石，

信号灯火，照亮了胡克塔边危险的海岸。

你对我说，醒着，像镜片制造者，死的时候

肺部全是玻璃，像红豆杉花，蜜蜂成群飞去时仍然盛开，

像琥珀色的大教堂，甚至连西多教的鬼也会善待你。

如同在雨后的珠光碧云里，或更远的水中，

水，看到或感觉到的，海水或湖水，你静止下来，长时间

向外凝视。当萤火虫睁眼，闭合，在松树间发光，

一颗星辰升起，我们唯一的天堂。你教我这样活着。

死后如同初生之前。没有什么

可畏惧。只有幸福难以承受，如同它的源泉

一样可怕。向着光，永远向着光，无需船舶。

Finally, use a poem by CAROLYN FORCH? as the end of the day.
“A night without ships. Foghorns called into walled cloud, and you
still alive, drawn to the light as if it were a fire kept by monks,
darkness once crusted with stars, but now death-dark as you sail inward.
Through wild gorse and sea wrack, through heather and torn wool
you ran, pulling me by the hand, so I might see this for once in my life:
the spin and spin of light, the whirring of it, light in search of the lost,
there since the era of fire, era of candles and hollow-wick lamps,
whale oil and solid wick, colza and lard, kerosene and carbide,
the signal fires lighted on this perilous coast in the Tower of Hook.
You say to me stay awake, be like the lensmaker who died with his
lungs full of glass, be the yew in blossom when bees swarm, be
their amber cathedral and even the ghosts of Cistercians will be kind to you.
In a certain light as after rain, in pearled clouds or the water beyond,
seen or sensed water, sea or lake, you would stop still and gaze out
for a long time. Also when fireflies opened and closed in the pines,
and a star appeared, our only heaven. You taught me to live like this.
That after death it would be as it was before we were born. Nothing
to be afraid. Nothing but happiness as unbearable as the dread

from which it comes. Go toward the light always, be without ships.”

CAROLYN FORCH?

The sun is setting, the sky is starry, and there is a lighthouse in the distance. It flashes and illuminates the time I ran by the sea. The best wishes are on my way to the north.

I'm really touched, this place will be so quiet, facing the sea, say goodbye to the sun set in the easternmost part of the United States, and tomorrow morning, I will welcome it again, the sun will rise as usual!

Finally, I came here. This is the end of one of my journeys. The lighthouses that I seem to be pursuing these days, these lighthouses seem to be pointing me.

There are no staff, no tourist facilities, only a few travelers, and a small animal that welcomes me.

On the way to the lighthouse, the sun is going down

I finally arrived at the northernmost town on the east coast of the United States, Lubec. Tomorrow I will start from here to Canada. Today, I will go to the easternmost lighthouse in the United States, Quoddy Lighthouse.

Maybe it's too remote, this small town is very quiet, without tourists

May this postcard bring the breeze of the Atlantic Ocean back to my hometown.

The day was fleeting, and I continued north until the border between the United States and Canada. Before I left Arcadia, I passed a small lake. Here I drove my car into the water. It was very interesting.