電影給我三天光明中的英文句子

① 《假如給我三天光明》英語概括

讀後感《假如給我三天光明》讀後感
讀過《假如給我三天光明》這本書的朋友一定會被作者的堅強、奮斗、樂觀與勇氣深深感動。如果你還不了解作者海倫凱勒，那麼就讓我來向你作介紹吧。
海倫凱勒原來是位健康活潑的小女孩，在19個月大時，因一場急病導致失明、失聰和失語，從此小小的海倫凱勒變得暴躁、任性和孤獨。直到七歲，，她在充滿愛心與耐心、曾經接近失明、當時只有20歲的莎莉文老師費盡心思的引導下，走出了黑暗與孤寂，感受到了語言的神秘，領悟出了知識的神奇。從此，海倫凱勒求知若渴，憑著自己驚人的毅力，在莎莉文老師的教育和幫助下，以優等的成績完成了哈佛大學四年的學習，成為人類歷史上第一位獲得文學學士的盲聾人。
「假如給我三天光明」，海倫凱勒將仔細端詳自己的莎莉文老師、親人、朋友，還有環視自己生活的環境；到森林進行一次遠足，放縱一下自己的眼睛；到博物館對世界的歷史與未來、人類進步的奇觀作匆忙一瞥；看看黎明時由黑夜變成白晝的動人奇跡；到劇院或電影院享受色彩、優美和動作的完美結合；瀏覽城市中令人敬畏的建築藝術；漫步在大街、公園，瞧瞧萬花筒般五光十色的景象……「我的眼睛不輕易放過一件小事，它爭取密切關注它所看的的每一件事物。」「此後，我摸到每件物品，我的記憶都將鮮明地反應出那件物品是個什麼樣子。」
這三天對於海倫凱勒真的是奢望。而我們已經擁有了三千多天的光明，讓我們反省一下，我們是否都充分利用這天賦的五官和四肢去感受大自然的美麗和生活的美好了嗎？「善用你的眼睛吧，猶如明天你將遭到失明的災難。」
的確，我們太幸運了，我們擁有美好的一切——健全的體魄、良好的學習環境、優秀的老師……從今天起一定抓緊每一分一秒，不要讓光陰虛度，不要等失去了才懂得珍惜，要像海倫凱勒那樣，不埋怨、不放棄，好好珍惜自己所擁有的，奮發學習，以微笑面對厄運，以頑強的毅力克服困難，以傑出的成就顯示生命的價值

② 假如給我三天光明全文

假如給我三天光明

作者：海倫·凱勒（Helen Keller，1880年6月27日－1968年6月1日），美國著名的女作家、教育家、慈善家、社會活動家。在十九個月時因患急性胃充血、腦充血而被奪去視力和聽力。1887年與莎莉文老師相遇。1899年6月考入哈佛大學拉德克利夫女子學院。1968年6月1日逝世，享年87歲，卻有86年生活在無光、無聲的世界裡。在此時間里，她先後完成了14本著作。

我常想，要是每個人都會在成年早期突然失明、失聰幾天，也許是好事。漆黑會令人更珍惜視力；靜寂則能讓人明白聽到聲音是多麼美妙。我經常問視力正常的朋友看到些什麼。最近，我問一位剛去過樹林散步的朋友，在樹林里看見什麼?「沒什麼特別的。」她答。

「怎麼可能呢?」我心想，「在樹林里走了一個小時，怎麼可能沒見到值得注意的東西?」我雖然失明，但憑著觸摸，也能發現數之不盡的有趣事物。

我能感到樹葉柔嫩而對稱，又喜歡用手撫摸白樺光滑的樹干，或松樹粗糙的樹皮。春天時我順著樹枝摸過去，希望找到個新芽，找到大自然從冬眠醒來的徵兆。有時，如果運氣好，我只須把手輕搭在一棵小樹上，便能感受到高歌小鳥的喜悅。

我常渴望能見到這些事物。既然光憑觸摸已得到那麼大的樂趣，那麼，能看見就必然可發現更多更精彩美麗的東西。因此，我常想像，假如我有三天時間視力正常，最盼望看見什麼? 我會把這三天分為三部分。

第一天

第一天，我要看人，他們的善良、溫厚與友誼使我的生活值得一過。首先，我希望長久地凝視我親愛的老師，安妮·莎莉文·梅西太太的面龐，當我還是個孩子的時候，她就來到了我面前，為我打開了外面的世界。

我將不僅要看到她面龐的輪廓，以便我能夠將它珍藏在我的記憶中，而且還要研究她的容貌，發現她出自同情心的溫柔和耐心的生動跡象，她正是以此來完成教育我的艱巨任務的。我希望從她的眼睛裡看到能使她在困難面前站得穩的堅強性格，並且看到她那經常向我流露的、對於全人類的同情。

我不知道什麼是透過「靈魂之窗」，即從眼睛看到朋友的內心。我只能用手指尖來「看」一個臉的輪廓。我能夠發覺歡笑、悲哀和其他許多明顯的情感。我是從感覺朋友的臉來認識他們的。但是，我不能靠觸摸來真正描繪他們的個性。

當然，通過其他方法，通過他們向我表達的思想，通過他們向我顯示出的任何動作，我對他們的個性也有所了解。但是我卻不能對他們有較深的理解，而那種理解，我相信，通過看見他們，通過觀看他們對種種被表達的思想和境況的反應，通過注意他們的眼神和臉色的反應，是可以獲得的。

我身旁的朋友，我了解得很清楚，因為經過長年累月，他們已經將自己的各個方面揭示給了我；然而，對於偶然的朋友，我只有一個不完全的印象。這個印象還是從一次握手中，從我通過手指尖理解他們的嘴唇發出的字句中，或從他們在我手掌的輕輕劃寫中獲得來的。

你們有視覺的人，可以通過觀察對方微妙的面部表情，肌肉的顫動，手勢的搖擺，迅速領悟對方所表達的意思的實質，這該是多麼容易，多麼令人心滿意足啊！但是，你們可曾想到用你們的視覺，抓住一個人面部的外表特徵，來透視一個朋友或者熟人的內心嗎？

我還想問你們：能准確地描繪出五位好朋友的面容嗎?你們有些人能夠，但是很多人不能夠。有過一次實驗，我詢問那些丈夫們，關於他們妻子眼睛的顏色，他們常常顯得困窘，供認他們不知道。順便說一下，妻子們還總是經常抱怨丈夫不注意自己的新服裝、新帽子的顏色．以及家內擺設的變化。

有視覺的人，他們的眼睛不久便習慣了周圍事物的常規，他們實際上僅僅注意令人驚奇的和壯觀的事物。然而，即使他們觀看最壯麗的奇觀，眼睛都是懶洋洋的。法庭的記錄每天都透露出「目擊者」看得多麼不準確。某一事件會被幾個見證人以幾種不同的方式「看見」。有的人比別人看得更多，但沒有幾個人看見他們視線以內一切事物。

啊，如果給我三天光明，我會看見多少東西啊!

第一天，將會是忙碌的一天。我將把我所有親愛的朋友都叫來，長久地望著他們的臉，把他們內在美的外部跡像銘刻在我的心中。我也將會把目光停留在一個嬰兒的臉上，以便能夠捕捉到在生活沖突所致的個人意識尚未建立之前的那種渴望的、天真無邪的美。

我還要看看兩頭忠心愛犬的眼睛，一隻是嬌小的蘇格蘭犬，另一隻是壯碩的大丹狗。在忙碌的第一天，我還將觀察一下我的房間里簡單的小東西，我要看看我腳下的小地毯的溫暖顏色，牆壁上的畫，將房子變成一個家的那些親切的小玩意。

我的目光將會崇敬地落在我讀過的盲文書籍上，然而那些能看的人們所讀的印刷字體的書籍，會使我更加感興趣。在我一生漫長的黑夜裡，我讀過的和人們讀給我聽的那些書，已經成為了一座輝煌的巨大燈塔，為我指示出了人生及心靈的最深的航道。

在能看見的第一天下午，我將到森林裡進行一次遠足，讓我的眼睛陶醉在自然界的美麗之中，在幾小時內，拚命吸取那經常展現在正常視力人面前的光輝燦爛的廣闊奇觀。

自森林郊遊返回的途中，我要走在農庄附近的小路上，以便看看在田野耕作的馬(也許我只能看到一台拖拉機)，看看緊靠著土地過活的悠然自得的人們，我將為光艷動人的落日奇景而祈禱。

當黃昏降臨，我將由於憑借人為的光明看見外物而感到喜悅，當大自然宣告黑暗到來時，人類天才地創造了燈光，來延伸他的視力。在第一個有視覺的夜晚，我將睡不著，心中充滿對於這一天的回憶。

第二天

第二天我會黎明即起，望著黑夜漸漸轉變為白天。好好欣賞那動人心弦的奇景。我會滿懷敬畏，靜看太陽用燦爛光芒喚醒沉睡的大地。這天我要匆匆瀏覽地球的過去與現在，看看人類發展的歷程。

我會去歷史博物館，在那裡我會看到濃縮了的地球史——各人種和動物留下的生活痕跡。巨大的恐龍和劍齒象的化石，早在人類出現並以他短小的身材和有力的頭腦征服動物王國以前，它們就漫遊在地球上了。

博物館還逼真地介紹了動物、人類，以及勞動工具的發展經過，人類使用這些工具，在這個行星上為自己創造了安全牢固的家；博物館還介紹了自然史的其它無數方面。

我不知道，有多少本文的讀者看到過那個吸引人的博物館里所描繪的活著的動物的形形色色的樣子。當然，許多人沒有這個機會，但是，我相信許多有機會的人卻沒有利用它。在那裡確實是使用你眼睛的好地方。有視覺的你可以在那裡度過許多收益不淺的日子，然而我，藉助於想像中的能看見的三大，僅能匆匆一瞥而過。

我的下一站將是首都藝術博物館，因為它正像自然史博物館顯示了世界的物質外觀那樣，首都藝術博物館顯示了人類精神的無數個小側面。

在整個人類歷史階段，人類對於藝術表現的強烈慾望幾乎像對待食物、藏身處，以及生育繁殖一樣迫切。在這里，在首都藝術博物館巨大的展覽廳里，埃及、希臘、羅馬的精神在它們的藝術中表現出來，展現在我面前。

我通過手清楚地知道了古代尼羅河國度的諸神和女神。我撫摸了巴台農神廟中的復製品，感到了雅典沖鋒戰士有韻律的美。阿波羅、維納斯、以及雙翼勝利之神莎莫瑞絲都使我愛不釋手。荷馬的那副多瘤有須的面容對我來說是極其珍貴的，因為他也懂得什麼叫失明。

我的手依依不捨地留戀羅馬及後期的逼真的大理石雕刻，我的手撫摸遍了米開朗基羅的感人的英勇的摩西石雕像，我感知到羅丹的力量，我敬畏哥特人對於木刻的虔誠。

這些能夠觸摸的藝術品對我來講，是極有意義的，然而，與其說它們是供人觸摸的，毋寧說它們是供人觀賞的，而我只能猜測那種我看不見的美。我能欣賞希臘花瓶的簡朴的線條，但它的那些圖案裝飾我卻看不到。

因此，這一天，給我光明的第二天，我將通過藝術來搜尋人類的靈魂。我會看見那些我憑借觸摸所知道的東西。

更妙的是，整個壯麗的繪畫世界將向我打開，從富有寧靜的宗教色彩的義大利早期藝術及至帶有狂想風格的現代派藝術。我將細心地觀察拉斐爾、達芬奇、提香、倫勃朗的油畫。我要飽覽維洛內薩的溫暖色彩，研究艾爾·格列科的奧秘，從科羅的繪畫中重新觀察大自然。

啊，你們有眼睛的人們竟能欣賞到歷代藝術中這么豐富的意味和美！在我對這個藝術神殿的短暫的游覽中，我一點兒也不能評論展開在我面前的那個偉大的藝術世界，我將只能得到一個膚淺的印象。藝術家們告訴我，為了達到深刻而真正的藝術鑒賞，一個人必須訓練眼睛。

一個人必須通過經驗學習判斷線條、構圖、形式和顏色的品質優劣。假如我有視覺從事這么使人著迷的研究，該是多麼幸福啊！但是，我聽說，對於你們有眼睛的許多人，藝術世界仍是個有待進一步探索的世界。

我十分勉強地離開了首都藝術博物館，一它裝納著美的鑰匙。但是，看得見的人們往往並不需要到首都藝術博物館去尋找這把美的鑰匙。同樣的鑰匙還在較小的博物館中甚或在小圖書館書架上等待著。但是，在我假想的有視覺的有限時間里，我應當挑選一把鑰匙，能在最短的時間內去開啟藏有最大寶藏的地方。

我重見光明的第二晚，我要在劇院或電影院里度過。即使現在我也常常出席劇場的各種各樣的演出，但是，劇情必須由一位同伴拼寫在我手上。

然而，我多麼想親眼看看哈姆雷特的迷人的風采，或者穿著伊麗莎白時代鮮艷服飾的生氣勃勃的弗爾斯塔夫！我多麼想注視哈姆雷特的每一個優雅的動作，注視精神飽滿的弗爾斯塔夫的大搖大擺！因為我只能看一場戲，這就使我感到非常為難，因為還有數十幕我想要看的戲劇。

你們有視覺，能看到你們喜愛的任何一幕戲。當你們觀看一幕戲劇、一部電影或者任何一個場面時，我不知道，究竟有多少人對於使你們享受它的色彩、優美和動作的視覺的奇跡有所認識，並懷有感激之情呢？由於我生活在一個限於手觸的范圍里，我不能享受到有節奏的動作美。

但我只能模糊地想像一下巴莢洛娃的優美，雖然我知道一點律動的快感，因為我常常能在音樂震動地板時感覺到它的節拍。我能充分想像那有韻律的動作，一定是世界上最令人悅目的一種景象。我用手指撫摸大理石雕像的線條，就能夠推斷出幾分。

如果這種靜態美都能那麼可愛，看到的動態美一定更加令人激動。我最珍貴的回憶之一就是，約瑟·傑佛遜讓我在他又說又做地表演他所愛的里卜·萬·溫克時去摸他的臉龐和雙手。

我多少能體會到一點戲劇世界，我永遠不會忘記那一瞬間的快樂。但是，我多麼渴望觀看和傾聽戲劇表演進行中對白和動作的相互作用啊！而你們看得見的人該能從中得到多少快樂啊！如果我能看到僅僅一場戲，我就會知道怎樣在心中描繪出我用盲文字母讀到或了解到的近百部戲劇的情節。

所以，在我虛構的重見光明的第二晚，我沒有睡成，整晚都在欣賞戲劇文學。

第三天

下一天清晨，我將再一次迎接黎明，急於尋找新的喜悅，因為我相信，對於那些真正看得見的人，每天的黎明一定是一個永遠重復的新的美景。依據我虛構的奇跡的期限，這將是我有視覺的第三天，也是最後一天。我將沒有時間花費在遺憾和熱望中，因為有太多的東西要去看。第一天，我奉獻給了我有生命和無生命的朋友。

第二天，向我顯示了人與自然的歷史。今天，我將在當前的日常世界中度過，到為生活奔忙的人們經常去的地方去，而哪兒能像紐約一樣找得到人們那麼多的活動和那麼多的狀況呢？所以城市成了我的目的地。

我從我的家，長島的佛拉斯特小而安靜的郊區出發。這里，環繞著綠色草地。

樹木和鮮花，有著整潔的小房子，到處是婦女兒童快樂的聲音和活動，非常幸福，是城裡勞動人民安謐的憩息地。我驅車駛過跨越伊斯特河上的鋼制帶狀橋梁，對人腦的力量和獨創性有了一個嶄新的印象。忙碌的船隻在河中嘎嘎急駛——高速飛駛的小艇，慢悠悠、噴著鼻息的拖船。

如果我今後還有看得見的日子，我要用許多時光來眺望這河中令人歡快的景象。我向前眺望，我的前面聳立著紐約——一個彷彿從神話的書頁中搬下來的城市的奇異高樓。多麼令人敬畏的建築啊！這些燦爛的教堂塔尖，這些遼闊的石砌鋼築的河堤坡岸—一真像諸神為他們自己修建的一般。

這幅生動的畫面是幾百萬人民每天生活的一部分。我不知道，有多少人會對它回頭投去一瞥？只怕寥寥無幾。對這個壯麗的景色，他們視而不見，因為這一切對他們是太熟悉了。我匆匆趕到那些龐大建築物之———帝國大廈的頂端，因為不久以前，我在那裡憑借我秘書的眼睛「俯視」過這座城市，我渴望把我的想像同現實作一比較。

我相信，展現在我面前的全部景色一定不會令我失望，因為它對我將是另一個世界的景色。此時，我開始周遊這座城市。首先，我站在繁華的街角，只看看人，試圖憑借對他們的觀察去了解一下他們的生活。看到他們的笑顏，我感到快樂；看到他們的嚴肅的決定，我感到驕傲；看到他們的痛苦，我不禁充滿同情。

我會沿著第五大道漫步，游目騁懷，雙眼不聚焦於任何物體，而只是見到一片流淌不息、千變萬化的色彩。我相信，婦女衣服顏色形成的斑斕彩雲一定蔚為奇觀，讓人百看不厭。

然而如果我有視覺的話，我也許會像其他大多數婦女一樣——對個別服裝的時髦式樣感到興趣，而對大量的燦爛色彩不怎麼注意。而且，我還確信，我將成為一位習慣難改的櫥窗顧客，因為，觀賞這些無數精美的陳列品一定是一種眼福。

從第五大街起，我作一番環城游覽——到公園大道去，到貧民窟去，到工廠去，到孩子們玩耍的公園去，我還將參觀外國人居住區，進行一次不出門的海外旅行。

我始終睜大眼睛注視幸福和悲慘的全部景像，以便能夠深入調查，進一步了解人們是怎樣工作和生活的。

我的心充滿了人和物的形象。我的眼睛決不輕易放過一件小事，它爭取密切關注它所看到的每一件事物。有些景像令人愉快，使人陶醉；但有些則是極其凄慘，令人傷感。對於後者，我絕不閉上我的雙眼，因為它們也是生活的一部分。在它們面前閉上眼睛，就等於關閉了心房，關閉了思想。

我有視覺的第三天即將結束了。也許有很多重要而嚴肅的事情，需要我利用這剩下的幾個小時去看，去做。但是，我擔心在最後一個夜晚，我還會再次跑到劇院去，看一場熱鬧而有趣的戲劇，好領略一下人類心靈中的諧音。

到了午夜，我擺脫盲人苦境的短暫時刻就要結束了，永久的黑夜將再次向我迫近。在那短短的三天，我自然不能看到我想要看到的一切。只有在黑暗再次向我襲來之時，我才感到我丟下了多少東西沒有見到。

然而，我的內心充滿了甜蜜的回憶，使我很少有時間來懊悔。此後，我摸到每一件物品，我的記憶都將鮮明地反映出那件物品是個什麼樣子。

我的這一番如何度過重見光明的三天的簡述，也許與你假設知道自己即將失明而為自己所做的安排不相一致。可是，我相信，假如你真的面臨那種厄運，你的目光將會盡量投向以前從未曾見過的事物，並將它們儲存在記憶中，為今後漫長的黑夜所用。

你將比以往更好地利用自己的眼睛。你所看到的每一件東西，對你都是那麼珍貴，你的目光將飽覽那出現在你視線之內的每一件物品。然後，你將真正看到，一個美的世界在你面前展開。

我想給有視力的人一個忠告：彷彿你明天就要失明，好好運用眼睛吧。對其他感官也應該這樣。你要好好聆聽人類悅耳的說話聲、鳥兒的啁啾、交響樂團氣勢盛大的音樂，彷彿你明天就要失聰。要仔細觸摸每一件物體，彷彿你明天就要失去觸覺。要細嗅花的芬芳、細嘗每一口食物，彷彿你明天就再也沒有嗅覺和味覺。

讓每一種感官都充分發揮功能吧，大自然賜予人類各種感覺能力，人類才能體驗這個世界的歡樂與美，所以你應非常感激、喜悅。 不過，我相信，在各種感覺中，最令人開心的一定就是視覺。

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《假如給我三天光明》前半部分主要寫了海倫變成盲聾啞人後的生活。剛開始的海倫對於生活是失望的，用消極的思想去面對生活，情緒非常的暴躁，常常發脾氣，扔東西。她感覺現實生活中沒有愛等等，她是多麼希望能重新得到光明。

在她父母的尋求下，幫海倫找到了一位老師——莎莉文老師，這位老師成為了海倫新生活的引導者，使海倫對生活重新充滿了希望，充滿了激情。在沙莉文老師耐心的指導下，海倫學會了閱讀，認識了許多的字，也讓她知道了愛，感受到了身邊無處不在的愛。

隨著時間的推移，海倫在老師和親人的陪同下，體會到了許多不同的事物，比如：過聖誕節、擁抱海洋、體會秋季和冬天等等。後半部分則介紹了海倫的求學生涯。在海倫的求學生涯中，海倫遇到了許多的困難，但同時她也結識了許多的朋友等等。海倫在學習中，由於她的不屈不撓的精神，她學會了說話，寫作。

雖然在這過程中海倫遇到了一些不開心的事情，但她並沒有放棄。她的努力得到了回報，成功實現了她的大學夢想，進入了哈佛大學。在她的大學生活中由於生理上的缺陷，在繁重的功課中她非常的吃力，在老師的幫助以及她自己的努力下，最終她以優異的成績大學畢業，還掌握了英語、法語、德語、拉丁語和希臘語五種語言。

海倫·凱勒被評為20世紀美國的十大偶像之一是當之無愧的，這本書《假如給我三天光明》是偉大的經歷和平凡的故事完美的結合。海倫·凱勒堪稱人類意志力的偉大偶像。——美國《時訊周刊》

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Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
by Hellen Keller

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假如給我三天光明(海倫·凱勒 Helen Keller)

All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?

Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.

In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.

Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.

The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in alt life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.

I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.

Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.

At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.

If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.

Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?

I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.

If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.

The First Day

On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my ecation. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.

I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.

Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.

How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?

For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.

The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.

Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!

The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the indivial's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.

And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for ring the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.

In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.

When sk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.

In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.

The Second Day

The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.

This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.

I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.

My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.

My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.

So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!

Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one must ecated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night, unexplored and unilluminated.

It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?

I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.

One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in my mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.

④ 假如給我三天光明中的名言，要中英對照的

Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
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I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular,」 she replied. I might have been increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush through my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
Helen Keller: Three Days to See

但是,我們大多數人把生活認為是理所當然的。我們知道,某一天我們一定會死,但通常我們把那天想像在遙遠的將來。當我們心寬體健時,死亡幾乎是不可想像的。我們很少想到它。時日在無窮的展望中延展著。於是我們干著瑣碎的事情,幾乎意識不到我們對生活的倦怠態度。
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我常想如果每一個人都看不見和聽不到的早些時候,有幾天在他成年。黑暗將使他更珍惜光明;沉寂將教他知道聲音的樂趣。
我不時地詢問過我的能看見東西的朋友們,以了解他們看到什麼。最近,我的一個很好的朋友來看我剛從一片森林裡散步許久,我問她看到了什麼…「沒什麼特別的。」她回答。我可能不若非我已經習慣了這樣的回答,安放在,因為很久以前我就相信的。
怎麼可能,我問自己,在樹林中走了一個小時而沒有看到任何值得注意的嗎?我是看不見的東西感興趣。我想知道,僅僅通過觸摸。我感覺到葉片的精緻的對稱。我用手愛撫著光滑的白樺、或者一個銀色的粗糙、毛茸茸的樹皮鬆樹。在春天,我滿懷希望地觸摸樹枝,冀求找著一顆幼芽最初的大自然經過冬日沉睡重又蘇醒。我覺得這個令人愉快的天鵝絨般的質地,並發現它的花捲繞,一些大自然的神奇透露給了我。有時,如果我很幸運,我把手輕輕地放在一棵小樹上,能感到愉快顫抖的歌唱的小鳥。我很高興有清涼的溪水從我張開的手指流淌過去。對我來說,一片茂密的地毯式的松針葉或松軟而富彈性的草地比最豪華更受歡迎的波斯地毯更愜意。在我看來,一年四季的是一個令人激動的、無窮盡的戲劇,它的情節似水般徐徐從我指尖流過。
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