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Grand Canyon
Thousand miles cracks on earth,
O』 Lord, it is Grand Canyon!
With erosion layer by layer,
Sculptured by wind and water-run.
Countless precipitous bluffs,
With a deep valley unfathomed.
Waiting for the sunset aglow,
Red soil look more crimson.
Listen, wolves are growling,
And jaguars are approaching,
Alas, lambs and calves are thrilling.
Where are the American Indians?
Still with feathers crowning their heads,
Fire dancing with the drums?
Mighty power of the roaring water,
Nothing could block it in the river,
With tons of sands, mud and snow,
Rushing down from North Colorado.
Four million years have passed,
Nature change on earth is vast.
The process seems ceased with serenity,
Like Indians have stopped their activities,
Riding on horses with bridles on hold,
Wondering which way they really can go.
Two hundred years have passed,
Society change on earth is fast.
In school Darwinism was what I was told,
But in my mind I still have a little hope ---
Beneath the cliff, I』ll see a tiny canoe float,
Reflecting the sunlight like silver and gold.
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