I was 17 years old. Along with a dozen other boys I had made a long trip to Iowa in order to see a college that I was thinking of 1. While the trip had been 2 for the most part, I was feeling depressed, alone, and isolated. I was 3 the Appalachian mountains and the forests of my home. I loved 4 the leaves turned a thousand 5 of green in the Spring and then became a 6 of red, gold and orange in the Fall.
Here in Iowa everything was 7. The grass looked burnt and brown. All that I could8was a mixture of corn, mud and pigs. I walked outside the dormitory of the college and sat on a big rock. I closed my eyes and 9 being back home again. When I finally opened them, however, I saw something that touched my 10. It was a Prairie (大草原) Sunset. It seemed to 11 the sky from horizon to horizon. Gold, red, purple and pink clouds all 12 together in a picture painted by Heaven's own hand. It was so huge that it took my 13 away. It made our mountain sunsets seem 14 by comparison. I realized that this place too had its own special beauty. This place too was a part of nature's15.
