在这块清凉的平原上,在它茫茫的雾霭、徐徐的和风和暖暖的阳光中,她年轻时生长得强壮而柔软。这儿有糖和苹果;谷子割过后把小鸡和火鸡赶到有花的地里去,让它们去捉到处跳的蚱蜢。还有家中的生活,满屋的孩子;忙忙碌碌、叽叽喳喳的小母亲;羸弱讲究的父亲、严肃和蔼的哥哥。每个人都忙碌而快乐,还有在音乐中度过的夜晚,有的拉小提琴,有的吹笛,另一个人弹钢琴,他们一起唱歌。有一次我问凯丽:“你小时候记得最清楚的是什么?”她回忆时目光发亮,而后变得柔和,然后又 In this cool plains she grows strong and soft in her youth in its boundless haze, the gentle wind and the warm sunshine. There are sugars and apples here; the millet is cut off and the chickens and turkeys are rushed to the flowerbed where they can catch the jumping grasshoppers. There are home life, full house children; busy, twittering little mother; weak stress father, serious and kind brother. Everyone is busy and happy, there are nights spent in music, some play the violin, some piper, the other person plays the piano, they sing together. Once I asked Carey: “What did you remember best when you were young? ” She recalled, her eyes glittering and then softened, and then