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.
October 1, 2019