1996年11月8日,我在科罗拉多大峡谷度过恐怖的寒夜,终于又见太阳的感觉至今令我颤栗不已。那天清晨,我被彻骨的寒风冻醒,迷迷糊糊地睁眼望去:远在天际的血红太阳正飞速狂奔,脚底下乌黑的科罗拉多大峡谷伸展开每一条裂缝,面目狰狞。暗夜在朝霞的肆意挥洒下悄然隐去,崇山峻岭、险峰深壑旋即被旭日涂上一层浓重的血色。重叠的远山就像宰杀后随便丢弃在沙漠上的动物内脏,黑红分明,穿过 November 8, 1996, I spent a terrible cold night in the Grand Canyon in Colorado, and finally I see the sun so far I trembled. Early that morning, I was awakened by the sobbing cold wind, staring blankly: the blood-red sun far away in the sky was running wildly, under the foot of the dark Colorado Grand Canyon stretching open every crack, his face shy. Nocturne in the darkness of the night under the slightest sway quietly hidden, mountains, risk peaks and deep bends immediately sun was coated with a thick layer of blood. Overlapping mountains just like after slaughtering animals abandoned in the desert offal, black and red, through