Helen Keller wrote 14 books in her life. My Life is her first novel. As soon as the work is published; It immediately caused a sensation in the United States and was called "an unparalleled masterpiece in the history of world literature". More than 111 versions were published, which had a great influence in the world. This book is compiled by Helen Keller's My Life, out of the dark and Teacher, and the famous essay "If Give Me Three Days of Light" published in the Atlantic Monthly of the United States. It introduces Helen Keller's rich, vivid, true and great life completely and systematically, and many words are the first time to meet readers in China.

In the 21th century, a unique life individual shocked the world in her brave way. She-Helen Keller, a woman who lived in darkness but brought light to mankind, a weak woman who spent 88 years of her life, but survived 87 years of solitude without light, silence and words.

However, it is such a person who is claustrophobic in the blind and deaf-mute world. Graduated from Harvard University's Radcliffe College; He used all the strength of his life to run around and set up a charity to benefit the disabled, and was selected as one of the top ten hero idols in the United States in the 21 th century by Time magazine.

this miracle was created by an indomitable heart. Helen accepted the challenge of life, embraced the world with love, faced difficulties with amazing perseverance, finally found the bright side of life in the dark, and finally extended her loving hands to the world.

[ Edit this paragraph] Author's Brief Introduction

Helen Keller)(1881 June 27th, 1881-June 1th, 1968) was a famous blind and deaf woman writer and speaker in the 21th century in the United States. With her strong will, she was admitted to Radcliffe College of Harvard University, becoming the first blind and deaf person in the world to complete her college education, and was selected by American Time magazine.

If you give me three days of light is a masterpiece of Helen Keller's prose. From the perspective of a weak woman who is physically disabled and determined, she warns people who are healthy to cherish life and everything given by the creator. In addition, The Story of My Life included in this book is an autobiographical work by Helen Keller, which is regarded as "an unparalleled masterpiece in the history of world literature".

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The first article opens the eyes of the mind

Light and sound

Childhood memories

Cradle of love

People who want to

reshape their lives

Get close to nature

Understand the meaning of "love"

Joy and surprise

Christmas

A trip to Boston

Embrace the ocean.

Frost King Event

World Expo

Studying

Confidence and Hope

Cambridge Girls' School

Breaking through adversity

Entering

Utopia of thought

Enjoying life

A pair of sunny hands

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Chapter III out of the dark and Silence < After

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Childhood sealed in memory (excerpt)

(When I opened my eyes, I found that I couldn't see anything. When it was dark in front of me, I was frightened and sad like a nightmare. That feeling will never be forgotten in my life. )

On June 27th, 1881, I was born in Tass gambia, Alabama, in the southern United States.

The paternal ancestors came from Sweden and immigrated to Maryland, USA. It is incredible that one of our ancestors turned out to be an expert in deaf education. Who would have expected that he would have a blind, deaf and dumb descendant like me. Every time I think about it, I can't help feeling a lot in my heart. The fate is really unpredictable!

Since my ancestors bought land in Tus gambia, Alabama, the whole family has settled here. It is said that at that time, because of his remote location, my grandfather rode from Tus gambia to Philadelphia 761 miles away every year to buy supplies, farm tools, fertilizers and seeds needed for home and farm. Every time my grandfather is on his way to Philadelphia, he will always write a letter home to report his safety. The letter has a clear and vivid description of the scenery along the west and the people, things and things he encountered during his journey. To this day, people still like to read the letters left by their grandfather again and again, as if they were reading an adventure novel.

My father, Arthur Keller, was a captain in the Southern Army during the Civil War. My mother, katie adams, was his second wife. My mother's younger father was several years old.

Before I became ill and lost my sight and hearing, the house we lived in was very small. There was always only a big square house and a small house for servants. At that time, according to the habits of southerners, they would build another room next to their home in case of urgent need. After the Civil War, my father also built such a house. After he married my mother, he lived in this hut. Covered with grapes, climbing roses and honeysuckle, the hut looks like a pavilion made of branches from the garden. The small balcony is also hidden among the flowers of yellow roses and southern poria cocos, which has become a paradise for colorful hummingbirds and attentive bees.

The old house where my grandfather and grandmother lived is only a few steps away from our rose pavilion. Because our home is surrounded by dense trees and green vines, our neighbors call our home "green home". This is the paradise of childhood.

Before my tutor, Miss Sullivan, arrived, I often walked slowly into the garden by myself, leaning against a square boxwood hedge, looking for the newly blooming violets and lilies with my own sense of smell, and inhaling the fresh fragrance deeply.

Sometimes I come here alone to seek comfort when I am in a bad mood. I always hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass to calm my restless mood.

it's really refreshing to be in this green garden. There are tendrils crawling on the ground, drooping jasmine, and a very rare flower called butterfly lotus. Because its petals that fall easily resemble the wings of a butterfly, it is called Butterfly Lotus, and this flower gives off the smell of My Sweetie. But the most beautiful ones are those rosa multiflora. In the greenhouse in the north, it is rare to see this climbing rose in my home in the south. It climbs everywhere, hanging upside down on the balcony in a long string, emitting fragrance, without any dust. Every morning, it feels so soft and noble when it is exposed to the dew, which makes people intoxicated I can't help thinking from time to time that the exposure orchid in God's imperial garden is just so!

The beginning of my life is simple and ordinary, just like when every family welcomes their first child, everyone is full of joy. In order to name the first child, everyone racked their brains, arguing with each other, and everyone thought that the name they came up with was the most meaningful. My father wants to be named after his most respected ancestor "MiddleCampbell", while my mother wants to be named after her mother "Helen April". As a result of repeated discussions, we decided to use grandma's name according to our mother's wishes.

At first, there was an argument about the name, and then, in order to take me to church for baptism, everyone was in such a hurry that my excited father forgot the name on his way to church. When the priest asked "what's the baby's name", the nervous and excited father suddenly said the name "Helen Adams". Therefore, my name is not "Helen April" after my grandmother, but "Helen Adams".

people at home told me that I showed an indomitable personality when I was a baby. I was full of curiosity about everything, and my personality was very stubborn. I often wanted to imitate every move of adults. Therefore, at the age of 6 months, I was able to send out "tea! Tea! Tea! " And "hello!" The voice attracted everyone's attention. Even the word "water" was learned before I was 1 years old. It was not until I got sick that I forgot the words I had learned before, but I still remembered the word "water".

My family also told me that I could walk when I just turned one. My mother picked me up from the bathtub and put me on her lap. Suddenly, I found the shadows of trees flashing on the smooth floor, so I slipped down from my mother's lap and stepped on them step by step.

In spring, birds are chirping and singing. In summer, fruits and rosa multiflora are everywhere. By the time the grass is yellow and the leaves are red, it is late autumn. Three beautiful seasons passed by in a hurry, leaving a beautiful memory on a lively and babbling child.

however, the good times don't last long, and the happy times always end too early. A spring full of beautiful songs of robins and larks and full of flowers quietly disappeared in the pain of a high fever. In the terrible February of the following year, I suddenly fell ill and had a high fever. The results of the doctors' diagnosis were acute gastric congestion and cerebral congestion, and they declared that they could not be saved. But one morning, my high fever suddenly subsided, and the whole family was inexpressibly surprised at the occurrence of this miracle. However, this high fever has made me lose my sight and hearing, and I am as ignorant as a baby, but they, my family and doctors, are completely ignorant.

[ Editing this paragraph] The first day

On the first day, I want to see people. Their kindness, gentleness and friendship make my life worth living. First of all, I hope to stare at the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, for a long time. When I was a child, she came to me and opened the outside world for me. I will not only see the outline of her face so that I can treasure it in my memory, but also study her appearance and find vivid signs of her tenderness and patience out of compassion, which is how she completed the arduous task of educating me. I hope to see in her eyes the strong character that can make her stand firm in the face of difficulties, and see her sympathy for all mankind that is often revealed to me.

I don't know what it means to see a friend's heart through the window of the soul. I can only "see" the outline of a face with my fingertips. I can detect laughter, sadness and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends by feeling their faces. However, I can't really describe their personalities by touching them. Of course, through other methods, through the thoughts they expressed to me, through any actions they showed me, I also learned something about their personality. But I can't have a deeper understanding of them, and that kind of understanding, I believe, can be obtained by seeing them, watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and situations, and paying attention to their eyes and facial reactions.

I know my friends very well, because after years, they have revealed all aspects of themselves to me; However, I only have an incomplete impression of my casual friends. This impression came from a handshake, from the words I understood from their lips through my fingertips, or from their gentle strokes in my palm.

You people with vision can quickly understand the essence of the meaning expressed by each other by observing their subtle facial expressions, muscle tremors and gestures. How easy and satisfying it is! However, have you ever thought of using your vision to grasp the external features of a person's face to see through the heart of a friend or acquaintance?

I also want to ask you: Can you accurately describe the faces of five good friends? Some of you can, but many of you can't. In an experiment, I asked husbands about the color of their wives' eyes. They often looked embarrassed and admitted that they didn't know. By the way, wives always complain that their husbands don't pay attention to their new clothes, the color of their new hats and the changes in home furnishings.

People with vision, their eyes soon get used to the routine of things around them, and they actually only pay attention to amazing and spectacular things. However, even if they watch the most magnificent wonders, their eyes are lazy. The court records reveal how inaccurate the "witnesses" saw every day. An event will be "seen" by several witnesses in several different ways. Some people see more than others, but few people see everything within their sight.

oh, how many things I will see if I have three days of light!

the first day will be a busy day. I will call all my dear friends, look at their faces for a long time, and engrave the external traces of their inner beauty in my heart. I will also keep my eyes on a baby's face, so that I can capture the longing and innocent beauty before the personal consciousness caused by life conflict is established.

I will also look at the faithful eyes of my puppies-solemn and quiet little Scotty, Da Ji, strong and sensible Great Deen, and Helge. Their warm, childish and naughty friendship has greatly comforted me.

On the first busy day, I will also observe the simple gadgets in my room. I want to see the warm colors of the carpets under my feet, the paintings on the walls, and the intimate gadgets that turn the house into a home. My eyes will rest reverently on the books I have read in Braille, but those books in printed fonts that people can read will make me more interested. In the long dark night of my life, the books I have read and read to me have become a brilliant and huge lighthouse, showing me the deepest channel of life and soul.

On the afternoon of the first day I can see, I will go hiking in the forest, so that my eyes will be intoxicated with the beauty of nature, and in a few hours, I will try my best to absorb the splendid and vast wonders that are often displayed in front of people with normal vision. On the way back from the forest outing, I will walk on the path near the farm, so as to see the horses plowing in the fields (maybe I can only see a tractor) and the carefree people living close to the land. I will pray for the dazzling sunset wonders.

When dusk falls, I will be glad to see foreign objects with artificial light. When nature announces the arrival of darkness, man has created lights to extend his vision. On the first night with vision, I will not be able to sleep, and my heart will be full of memories of this day.

[ Edit this paragraph] The next day

On the second day when I have vision, I will get up before dawn to see the moving miracle that night turns into day. I will look up at the magnificent panoramic view of the dawn with awe, and at the same time, the sun wakes up the sleeping earth.

On this day, I will have a quick glance at the world, past and present. I want to see the wonders of human progress, the endless changes of thousands of years. How can so many ages be compressed into one day? Through the museum, of course. I often visit the new york Museum of Natural History and touch the many exhibits on display there, but I was eager to see the brief history of the earth and the exhibits there with my own eyes.