大禹治水 1

The snows had been heavy that winter and spring had just begun to green the fields.

The Yellow River roared like a dragon. Water raced down the slopes.

It leapt over the walls my father had built. My new wife and I raced away and up the mountain.

The river was white with fury and power. The waves chased us. We kept moving upward. At last we reached a dry ridge.

The river flooded valleys and washed away homes. It drowned crops.

Hungry people and animals searched for safety on treetops and boulders. Many never found safety.