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前不久看了<FLICKA>,小小的感动,来自人类和动物之间微妙真挚的情感.
Wyoming..wilderness...western life...我总是被这些吸引.
剧中小女孩Kate有一篇作文,我边看边记了下来,写的不错,很环保哦.
另外做了些截图,和朋友们分享.
图片比较大,不会缩,如果比例不对,呼叫斑竹修改哦^^
The stories we hear about how the West was won are all lies.
The history of the West was written by the horse.
Wherever a settler left his footprint, there was a hoofprint beside it.
Men came further and further west to stake their claim in the great American wilderness.
But they encountered a strength that couldn't be tamed, Wild horses, Mustanges.
The settlers called them parasites that would strip the land and starve their own herds.
They couldn't domesticate them, so they destroyed them.
Isolated and hungry,they were on their way to disappearing from the face of the earth.
Sometimes when the light disappears, an afterimage remains, just for a moment.
Mustangs are an afterimage of the West, no better than ghosts, hardly there at all.
No one really wants them, not ranchers, not city people, that's their destiny.
Let them disappear once and for all, along with all the other misfits,
loners and relics of a wilderness no one cares about anymore.
Lucky for us, a few mustangs survived, hidden away in the mountains.
We need to protect them, for they are the hope for some kind of living memory of
what the promise of America used to be...and could be again.
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