像加勒比海在怒吼在狂嘯,是海浪般的人群,是海嘯般的怒吼。这是一九六一年一月二日古巴首都哈瓦那的西維卡广場。当我沒有到古巴的时候,我从詩人的笔下了解到的古巴,是“鮮紅的百合花和素馨花”的国家,我从西方的旅行向导书上讀到的古巴,是木瓜酒和番石榴酒的故乡。但是,現在我看到的是另一个古巴,这是古巴人民的古巴!千百万人高举着铁拳,热情的广播員高声向全世界宣示:“这里,这里,这里是拉丁美洲自由的国家!” Like a roaring roar in the Caribbean, it is a wave-like crowd, a tsunami-like roar. This is Sivica Square in Havana, Cuba, January 2, 1961. When I did not come to Cuba, Cuba, which I learned from my poet’s writing, is the country of “bright red lilies and frangipani.” Cuba, which I read from the travel guide book in the West, Guava wine’s hometown. But now I see another Cuba, Cuba of Cuba. Millions of people hold their own iron fist and the enthusiastic broadcasters loudly declare to the world: “Here, here is the freedom of Latin America country!”