在我的记忆中最最难忘的一件事是小时候有一次跟着母亲被洪水追逐奔跑的情景。那是1927年,我住在阿肯色市,当时我刚九岁。一天,密西西比河上游的一座堤坝决了口,河水泛滥开来。男人、女人、孩子、狗、猫、鸡等,凡是能跑的人和动物,都成群地向着附近的另一座大堤奔跑逃命。洪水在我们身后奔腾着、呼啸着。母亲抓住我的手,拉着我迅跑。她抓的是那么紧,我觉得我的手可能要断了。当时我们真不知道能不能逃脱洪水的 One of the most memorable things in my memory was when I was a kid, chasing after my mother was flooded. That was 1927, I lived in Arkansas, when I was nine years old. One day, a dam on the upper reaches of the Mississippi cut off the mouth of the river. Men, women, children, dogs, cats, chickens, and others who run can flee in large groups toward the other nearby levee. The flood swirled behind us, whistling. My mother grabbed my hand and took me to run fast. Her grasp is so tight, I think my hand may be broken. At that time, we really did not know whether we could escape the flood