摘要
AT 10 a.m.,December 13, 1937, a group of Japanese soldiers banged at the door of the courtyard of our house. They had broken the defense line of the city of Nanjing and had entered the city from the Zhongshan East Gate of the city. Pale with fear, Father looked at our family, my grandparents, my mother, my four sisters, 15, 12, 4 and a baby and me, 9. We shared the courtyard with our neighbor Uncle Ha and his
