Using the fire as knife in far ancient time,
for ten thousand years winds carefully carving ;
God keeping silence generates beauty,
Curves are charming under the Sun’s shining.
Note: English is not my mother language. As a practice, this poem is translated from my poem in Chinese: 咏乌兰哈达火山群。 I hope the experts who master both English and Chinese to offer me some suggestions.
太古火为刀，万载风细雕；
天默生至美，日映曲线妖。
October 1, 2019
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