一在一个很失意的上午,格罗菲紧紧地抓住我的手,引领我爬山涉水,穿云破雾。他似乎带着我翻越了我所有凄风苦雨或阳光灿烂的日子,翻越了我所有的快乐与悲伤。然后,在亚丽桑拉州北部科罗那多河大峡谷的上空,格罗菲那浪漫而伟岸的灵魂又化作了一棵大树,一棵临风而立的大树,一棵流动的行走的飘逸的大树。我就倚贴在这棵大树上,他的茂密浓绿的枝叶就像一座十八世纪末被上帝保留的耀眼的楼宇。我很不宁静地坐在这座屋宇里,专注地聆听着大峡谷对我的呼唤。 One in a very frustrated morning, Gropi tightly grasp my hand, lead me to climb wading, cloud fog. He seems to have taken me over all my sad days or sunny days, crossed all my happiness and sadness. Then, over the Colorado River Grand Canyon in northern Arizona, the romantic and stalwart soul of Grove turned into a big tree, a tree standing by the wind, a flowing walk Flowing trees. I lean on this tree, his lush green foliage resembling a dazzling building reserved by God at the end of the 18th century. I was sitting in this building very quietly, listening attentively to what the Grand Canyon called me.