英語(yǔ)名篇名段背誦精華 33 Three days to see
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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.
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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 during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them 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 incredulous 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.
Excerpt from Story of My Life Helen Keller
然而，我們中的大多數(shù)人都把生命看成是理所當(dāng)然的。我們知道有一天我們必將面對(duì)死亡，但總認(rèn)為那一天還在遙遠(yuǎn)的將來(lái)。當(dāng)我們身強(qiáng)體健之時(shí)，死亡簡(jiǎn)直不可想象，我們很少考慮到它。日子多得好像沒(méi)有盡頭。因此我們一味忙于瑣事，幾乎意識(shí)不到我們對(duì)待生活的冷漠態(tài)度。
我經(jīng)常想，如果每個(gè)人在年輕的時(shí)候都有幾天失時(shí)失聰，也不失為一件幸事。黑暗將使他更加感激光明，寂靜將告訴他聲音的美妙。
有時(shí)我會(huì)試探我的非盲的朋友們，想知道他們看見(jiàn)了什么。最近我的一位非常要好的朋友來(lái)看我，她剛剛在樹(shù)林里走了很長(zhǎng)時(shí)間，我問(wèn)她看見(jiàn)了什么。“沒(méi)什么特別的，”
我問(wèn)自己在樹(shù)林中走了一小時(shí)，怎么可能什么值得注意的東西都沒(méi)有看到呢？而我一個(gè)盲人僅僅通過(guò)觸摸就發(fā)現(xiàn)了數(shù)以百計(jì)的有趣的東西。我感到樹(shù)葉的對(duì)稱(chēng)美，用手摸著白樺樹(shù)光滑的樹(shù)皮或是松樹(shù)那粗糙的厚厚的樹(shù)皮。春天里我滿懷著希望觸摸著樹(shù)枝尋找新芽，那是大自然冬眼后醒來(lái)的第一個(gè)征象。我感到了花朵的可愛(ài)和茸茸的感覺(jué)，發(fā)現(xiàn)它層層疊疊地綻開(kāi)著，大自然的神奇展現(xiàn)在我的面前。當(dāng)我把手輕輕地放在一棵小樹(shù)上，如果幸運(yùn)的話，偶爾會(huì)感到歌唱的小鳥(niǎo)歡快的顫動(dòng)。我會(huì)愉快地讓清涼的溪水從手之間流過(guò)。對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)，滿地厚厚的松針和松軟的草坪比奢華的波斯地毯更惹人喜愛(ài)。對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)四季變換的景色如同一場(chǎng)動(dòng)人心魄的不會(huì)完結(jié)的戲劇，劇中的人物動(dòng)作從我的指尖流過(guò)。
