The Story of My Life
Helen Keller
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. The afternoon sun penetrated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring. I did not know what the future held of marvel or surprise for me. Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.
我的人生故事
海伦 凯乐
记忆中,生命里最不同寻常的一天 ,是我的尊师安妮 曼斯菲尔德到来的那一天。当我想起从今往后,我的生活将是与昔日不可估量的大相径庭,我心中满怀期待。那是一八八七 年的 三月三日,再过三个月就是我七岁的生日了。那天下午,大事多多,我站在门廊,虽不能说话,但是满怀期待。从母亲在房中忙碌的身影,我就能模糊的猜到,那天下午肯定有不同寻常的事情。于是,我来到门口,在阶梯上等待着。午后的阳光洒满了门廊两边的丛丛忍冬花,我扬起脸庞,落在我的面颊上。南部春光,旖旎迷人,忍冬初开,我情不自禁的用手指去抚摸着她的叶,她的花,一切感觉那么熟悉啊。我无法预知未来会给我怎样的惊喜。几周来,恼火和痛苦不断地折磨着我,我深感倦怠消沉,已不再有奋争的激情。 |