那些年,每当春天有大雨的时候,我们就会转入地下。那是在阿肯色州西部,离俄克拉荷马州界不远。整个下午,收音机都在不断播报着,说雷暴雨正向东穿过俄克拉荷马大草原,风吹得很猛。我父亲听一会儿收音机,看几眼天色,连续多次。收音机在一道道闪电中发出嘶嘶的声响。母亲打开窗子,担心窗帘被刮坏。而我和哥哥要找出一些蜡烛,预备好手电筒,以防万一会突然停电。外面的空气凝重而静谧,树上的叶子无 In those years, whenever there is heavy rain in spring, we will go underground. That’s in western Arkansas, not far from Oklahoma State. Throughout the afternoon, the radios were constantly broadcasting, saying thunderstorms were traveling eastward through the Oklahoma prairies and the winds were fierce. My father listened to the radio for a while, looking at each other’s eyes for several consecutive times. The radio made a hissing noise in a flash of lightning. The mother opened the window, worried that the curtains were scratched. And my brother and I have to find out some of the candles, ready flashlights, just in case there is a sudden blackout. Outside the air dignified and quiet, no leaves on the tree