Three Days Not to See
threedaystosee中英文对照
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.
在故事里，注定要死的主人公往往在最后一刻由某 种命运的突变而得救，但几乎总是他的价值观被 改变了。他们对生活的意义和它永恒的精神价值 变得更具欣赏力了。常常看到那些生活或已生活 在死亡的阴影之中的人们都赋予他们所做的每件 事以芳醇甜美。
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.
Three-days-to-See-英文翻译
参考译文1. 课文一2. 课文二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 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 water of a brook rush through my open fingers. 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.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 colour 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 convenience 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.Suppose you 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 oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would 我问自己，在林中溜达了一个小时而竟未看到什么值得注意的东西，这怎么可能呢？我这个看不见东西的人，仅凭触摸就发现千百种使我感兴趣的东西。
Three Days Not to see
Three Days Not to SeeWhen I was a child, I wondered why my grandpa always held his face motionless at an odd angle, as if he were watching something right ahead. Later, I was informed that, due to a medical negligence, he had lost his eyesight forever. My grandpa used to be an excellent accountant and cook before that dreadful disaster. As I grew up into a teenager, I often held his elbow to steer him. Gradually, to my surprise, he could step forward alone to my house and some neighboring stores! I still remember how my younger brother and I "hid" his rice bowl during the meal. He likes singing with a beat and taught us lots of songs. My grandma took good care of him until his death three years ago.Now, I just can't help falling into the sea of contemplation, if I were stricken blind, what would I do? Would I live on joyfully as my grandpa? Would I "see" his world? Maybe... Suppose one day I were deprived of the right to see for three days, I would spend it in this way.The First Day—horror＆bitter remorseWhen I wake up in the morning of my first day of blindness, a thrill of horror suddenly flows over me. In the dead silence, lying on bed, I can only hear the clock ticking. Each tick seems to have the power to strike me down—waiting, waiting, waiting for the death. I find myself walled off by an intangible horror and I totally lost myself in this infinite darkness. Sitting on the bed for a while, I think of that distinguished musician—Beethoven. Despite his deafness, he composed a large number of works and won the world's overwhelming applause. He was really an excellent idol and hero of his fate, wasn't he? Then, I determined to make full of these three days of blindness and experience more with my own heart. Walking out of my bedroom, I feel my way to my parents' room. Their voices are just like before but now I can't see their smiling faces, nor can I see their twinkling eyes. I don't even know what they might wear today. I can't see my dad's stalwart figure, my mom's wavy long hair and anything. How terrible! I'm afraid that someday I would forget their looks, so I stretch out my hands and try to feel them. I've never noticed when so many wrinkles creep over my mom's forehead and around her eyes. I care so little about them that regretful tears roll down my face. A bitter remorse overcomes me all that day, but they still inspire me to be strong. In the evening, I toss and turn in bed, expecting the following new day.The Second Day—innocence＆heavenly realmThe next day, I would go to a local special school as an English tutor. My students are all the blind just like me. Most of them are born to be blind and some of them are even orphaned. After teaching some simple phrases, we begin to play a game named "your dream". Through the communication with these children, a lump forms in my throat and I realize how lucky I am, because I can do lots of things that they can't. They will never become a painter to draw this beautiful world. They are a group of people marginalized by our society. However, how innocent and genuine they are! Maybe, I shouldn't be so upset. They are not the ''lost lamb" at all and nor the sinner either. Indeed, they are chosen by the God's will. I should feel happy for them because the world they imagine is a heavenly realm where there exists no prejudice or disparity. When I'm going to leave the school, the children all give me a hug. We don't know each other's appearance, but our hearts are so close. In our realm, we only judge a person by his words or thinking and no one needs to act or pretend something. Back home, I've been accustomed to the silent darkness and not afraid anymore.The Third Day—magical nature＆endless lifeThe following morning, accompanied by my dear friends, I should embrace the nature andappreciate her beauty in a way that I've never experienced before. I can't see the unfolded spectacular with my own eyes but I can use my other faculties. My fingertips linger on every shining pine needle, every mist in the trees and every delicate petal of blossomy flower. The woods, the streams and birds are singing our song. To wade into the babbling brook with my dress tucked up is really a simply joy. In my subconscious is an idyllic landscape with rolling clouds and cattle grazing in the distant pasture. I can feel that kind of peace and a placid mentality. Holding up my face to the sun, I deeply understand the light of life. All these are the magic of mature. When the dusk is approaching, I decided to buy some tickets for a concert with my friends. Thousands of people roar around me and it will be a great party. If possible, I could choose a rock concert. Bass, guitar, piano, drum, keyboard...I can distinguish them well. Each member of the band all devote their lives to the music and the people they love. I could find the true self and the passion to live on. As Coldplay sings a song Viva La Vida(生命万岁) and life shall be endless.My three days of blindness ends with cheerful crowd and music. It's time to come back. Looking back these three days of darkness, I experienced a lot and also gained a lot.Life is all about choices. What kind of life you lead will largely depends on your choice—choose to laugh or weep. Attitude is everything. However, we often underestimate ourselves and regard each of us a tiny ant in this planet that we are apt to lose our way forward. As a normal person, we always take everything we have for granted and pursuit those unrealistic. Our eyes in this busy world merely skim the surface of things. Why don't you just stop and think what you already have? Please keep in mind that your every faculty is a gift from God. Cherish them and thank God!。
Three-Days-to-See-若有三天光明-BY-Helen-Keller-海伦-凯勒(详解-鉴赏版)
Three days to seeI 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 teach him the joys of sound.我经常想，倘若每一个人在他早期成年生活中，有几天看不见和听不见，那将会是一件幸事。
暗无天日会使他更感到视力的可贵，寂寥无声会使他懂得听到声音的快乐。
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.如果，由于某种奇迹，我被赋予三天能看见东西的日子，然后在沉陷到黑暗之中，我将把这段时间分为三部分来用。
The First DayOn 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 education. 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.第一天，我要去看看那些人们，他们的善良、和蔼和友爱使我感到我活得还有价值。
three days not to see 假如不给我三天光明
The first day
I opened my eyes,but all I 睁开眼，是无穷无尽 could see was endless darkness.All of a sudden,I 的黑暗。一瞬间，恐 was shrouded by the 惧和无助的感觉将我 feeling of fear and 湮灭。我绝望地跑向 helplessness that I had 父母的房间，钻进他 never had.Lonely and desperate as I was,I 们的怀里。他们轻拍 rushed to my parents' 着我的背，在我耳边 room and threw myself into 低语，想对待婴儿般 their arms.They comforted 地安慰着我。 me like a little baby,tapped me on my back and whispered next to my ear.
I reached out my hands to touch their faces,wondering when did 我伸出手，抚摸他们的脸庞，在 all those wrinkles crawled upon 我能看见的时候，从未发现皱纹 their faces and why I didn't 已经悄悄爬到了他们的脸上。匆 noticed any of them when I could 匆岁月改变了他们的样貌，他们 see perfectly.Ages had changed 对我的爱却从未改变。他们帮助 their appearances a lot but all I 我下床，教会我如何在看不见的 could feel then was their 时候走路、吃饭，一如往昔。他 unchangeable love for me.After 们的鼓励让我恢复了勇气，既然 helping me get off the bed,they 我还能听，还能闻，还能用手感 taught me to walk and eat just 受，从明天起，我就要重新发现 like the old times.I told 这个世界。 myself,since I could still hear with my ears,sniff with my nose and touch with my hands,I 'd like to rediscover the world from the next day on.
Three-Days-to-See-中英文
ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.51. I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.。
英语泛读教程4unit-2-Three-Days-to-See课文和译文
Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher. In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.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 yea rs 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 has 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 adult 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 during his early adult 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 havebeen incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, 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 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 water of a brook rush through my open fingers. 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. 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 colour 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 convenience 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.Suppose you 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 oncoming 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 long 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.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 tasks of my education. 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 causal 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 friend 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!(1634 words)译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋，在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家与教育家。
美文赏析(七十六)Three Days to See 假如给我三天光明---海伦˙凯勒
美文赏析（七十六）Three Days to SeeI have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were striken 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 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 incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, 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, of the rough bark of a pine. In 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 fingers. 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.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 convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.If I were the president of a university, I should establish a compulsorycourse 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.New words and expressions生词和短语sppreciative [ə'pri:ʃjətiv] adj.欣赏的；感激的incredulous [in'kredjuləs] adj.不相信的，不轻信的symmetry ['simitri] n.对称；对称美；匀称silver birth 黄桦，欧洲桦velvety ['velviti] adj.丝绒般的；光滑柔软的texture ['tekstʃə] n.质地；结构convolution [kɔnvə'lju:ʃən] n.卷曲；盘旋结构lush [lʌʃ] adj.繁茂的；旺盛的spongy ['spʌndʒi] adj.海绵的；湿软的；松软的Persian ['pə:ʃən] adj.波斯的pageant ['pædʒənt] n.伟大华丽的场面；庆典stream [stri:m] v.流动；流淌longing ['lɔŋiŋ] n.渴望；思念compulsory [kəm'pʌlsəri] adj.强制的；必须做的dormant ['dɔ:mənt] adj.睡着的；休眠的sluggish ['slʌgiʃ] adj.懈怠的；缺乏活力的faculty ['fækəlti] n.官能；能力参考译文假如给我三天光明我时常想，如果每一个人在初成年之时有几天突然失聪失明，该是件幸事。
30篇英语美文背诵文本
英语背诵美文30篇目录：·第一篇：Youth 青春·第二篇：Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如给我三天光明（节选）·第三篇：Companionship of Books 以书为伴（节选）·第四篇：If I Rest, I Rust 如果我休息，我就会生锈·第五篇：Ambition 抱负·第六篇：What I have Lived for 我为何而生·第七篇：When Love Beckons You 爱的召唤·第八篇：The Road to Success 成功之道·第九篇：On Meeting the Celebrated 论见名人·第十篇：The 50-Percent Theory of Life 生活理论半对半·第十一篇：What is Your Recovery Rate? 你的恢复速率是多少？·第十二篇：Clear Your Mental Space 清理心灵的空间·第十三篇：Be Happy 快乐·第十四篇：The Goodness of life 生命的美好·第十五篇：Facing the Enemies Within 直面内在的敌人·第十六篇：Abundance is a Life Style 富足的生活方式·第十七篇：Human Life a Poem 人生如诗·第十八篇：Solitude 独处·第十九篇：Giving Life Meaning 给生命以意义·第二十篇：Relish the Moment 品位现在·第二十一篇：The Love of Beauty 爱美·第二十二篇：The Happy Door 快乐之门·第二十三篇：Born to Win 生而为赢·第二十四篇：Work and Pleasure 工作和娱乐·第二十五篇：Mirror, Mirror--What do I see镜子,镜子,告诉我·第二十六篇：On Motes and Beams 微尘与栋梁·第二十七篇：An October Sunrise 十月的日出·第二十八篇：To Be or Not to Be 生存还是毁灭·第二十九篇：Gettysburg Address 葛底斯堡演说·第三十篇：First Inaugural Address(Excerpts) 就职演讲（节选）·第一篇：Youth 青春YouthYouth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unf ailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.译文：青春青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
新东方英语背诵美文30篇文本
新东方英语背诵美文30篇文本【篇一：新东方英语背诵美文30篇,文本】第一篇：youth 青春第二篇： three days to see(excerpts)假如给我三天光明（节选）第三篇：companionship of books 以书为伴（节选）第四篇：if i rest, i rust 如果我休息，我就会生锈第五篇：ambition 抱负第六篇：what i have lived for 我为何而生第七篇：when love beckons you 爱的召唤第八篇：the road to success 成功之道第九篇：on meeting the celebrated 论见名人第十篇：the 50-percent theory of life 生活理论半对半第十一篇：what is your recovery rate? 你的恢复速率是多少？第十二篇：clear your mental space 清理心灵的空间第十三篇：be happy 快乐第十四篇：the goodness of life 生命的美好第十五篇：facing the enemies within 直面内在的敌人第十六篇：abundance is a life style 富足的生活方式第十七篇：human life a poem 人生如诗第十八篇：solitude 独处第十九篇：giving life meaning 给生命以意义第二十篇：relish the moment 品位现在第二十一篇：the love of beauty 爱美第二十二篇：the happy door 快乐之门第二十三篇：born to win 生而为赢第二十四篇：work and pleasure 工作和娱乐第二十五篇：mirror, mirror--what do i see镜子,镜子,告诉我第二十六篇：on motes and beams 微尘与栋梁第二十七篇：an october sunrise 十月的日出第二十八篇：to be or not to be 生存还是毁灭第二十九篇：gettysburg address 葛底斯堡演说第三十篇：first inaugural address(excerpts) 就职演讲（节选）第一篇：youth 青春youthyouth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it isthe freshness of the deep springs of life.youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.this often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. nobody grows old merely by a number of years. we grow old by deserting our ideals.years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing appetite for what s next and the joy of the game of living. in the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.when your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you vegrown old, even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there s hope you may die young at 80.译文：青春青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
Three days to see(中文版)
我们大家都读过一些令人激动的故事，这些故事里的主人公仅仅活在有限并且特定的时间内，有时长达一年，有时短到２４小时。
但我们总是有兴趣发现，那命中注定要死的是那些有选择自由的人，而不是那些活动范围被严格限定了的判了刑的犯人。
这样的故事让我们思考，在相似的情况下，我们该怎么办，作为终有一死的人，在那最终的几个小时内安排什么事件，什么经历，什么交往？在回顾往事时，我们该找到什么快乐？什么悔恨？有时我想到，过好每一天是个非常好的习惯，似乎我们明天就会死去。
这种态度鲜明地强调了生命的价值。
我们应该以优雅、精力充沛、善知乐趣的方式过好每一天。
而当岁月推移，在经常瞻观未来之时日、未来之年月中，这些又常常失去。
当然，也有人愿按伊壁鸠鲁的信条“吃、喝和欢乐”去生活。
（译注：伊壁鸠鲁是古希腊哲学家，他认为生活的主题目的是享乐，而最高的享受唯通过合理的生活，如自我控制才能得到。
因为生活享受的目的被过分强调，而达此目的之手段被忽视，所以伊壁鸠鲁的信徒现今变为追求享乐的人。
他们的信条是：“让我们吃喝，因为明天我们就死亡”），但绝大多数人还是被即将面临死亡的必然性所折磨。
在故事里，注定要死的主人公往往在最后一刻由某种命运的突变而得救，但几乎总是他的价值观被改变了。
他们对生活的意义和它永恒的精神价值变得更具欣赏力了。
常常看到那些生活或已生活在死亡的阴影之中的人们都赋予他们所做的每件事以芳醇甜美。
但是，我们大多数人把生活认为是理所当然的。
我们知道，某一天我们一定会死，但通常我们把那天想象在遥远的将来。
当我们心宽体健时，死亡几乎是不可想象的，我们很少想到它。
时日在无穷的展望中延展着，于是我们干着琐碎的事情，几乎意识不到我们对生活的倦怠态度。
恐怕，同倦的懒散也成为利用我们所有的本能和感觉的特点。
只有聋子才珍惜听力，唯有瞎子才体会到能看见事物的种种幸福，这种结论特别适合于那些在成年阶段失去视力和听力的人们，而那些从没有遭受视觉或听觉损伤之苦的人却很少充分利用这些天赐的官能。
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The sound of sea waves
不知不觉，我来到了海边，听
律越来越当动早听上，被浪鸟声儿越叫来醒越大时。，我恍然大 我兴奋了悟起，来因，为加我快找了到步了伐。全新的方式来 然而，我感一受脚这踩个进世了界沙。滩我，陷要远行，远离 了进去。家沙，子花如一此整柔天软时，间像是融入自然。白 在为我按云摩为，我去遮除日了，我清所风有轻的 抚我的脸庞， 疲惫。我连以花一儿种也截帮然我不放同松的方心情。
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Three-Days-to-See-若有三天光明-BY-Helen-Keller-海伦-凯勒详解-
Three-Days-to-See- 若有三天光明-BY-Helen-Kener- 海伦-凯勒（详解-鉴赏版）Three days to seeI 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 teach him the joys of sound.我经常想，倘若每一个人在他早期成年生活中，有几天看不见和听不见，那将会是一件幸事。
暗无天日会使他更感到视力的可贵，寂寥无声会使他懂得听到声音的快乐。
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.如果，由于某种奇迹，我被赋予三天能看见东西的日子，然后在沉陷到黑暗之中，我将把这段时间分为三部分来用。
The First DayOn 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 education. 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.第一天，我要去看看那些人们，他们的善良、和蔼和友爱使我感到我活得还有价值。
英语首字母填空练习30篇
•第一篇：Youth 青春•第二篇： Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如给我三天光明（节选）•第三篇：Companionship of Books 以书为伴（节选）•第四篇：If I Rest, I Rust 如果我休息，我就会生锈•第五篇：Ambition 抱负•第六篇：What I have Lived for 我为何而生•第七篇：When Love Beckons You 爱的召唤•第八篇：The Road to Success 成功之道•第九篇：On Meeting the Celebrated 论见名人•第十篇：The 50-Percent Theory of Life 生活理论半对半•第十一篇：What is Your Recovery Rate? 你的恢复速率是多少？•第十二篇：Clear Your Mental Space 清理心灵的空间•第十三篇：Be Happy 快乐•第十四篇：The Goodness of life 生命的美好•第十五篇：Facing the Enemies Within 直面内在的敌人•第十六篇：Abundance is a Life Style 富足的生活方式•第十七篇：Human Life a Poem 人生如诗•第十八篇：Solitude 独处•第十九篇：Giving Life Meaning 给生命以意义•第二十篇：Relish the Moment 品位现在•第二十一篇：The Love of Beauty 爱美•第二十二篇：The Happy Door 快乐之门•第二十三篇：Born to Win 生而为赢•第二十四篇：Work and Pleasure 工作和娱乐•第二十五篇：Mirror, Mirror--What do I see镜子,镜子,告诉我•第二十六篇：On Motes and Beams 微尘与栋梁•第二十七篇：An October Sunrise 十月的日出•第二十八篇：To Be or Not to Be 生存还是毁灭•第二十九篇：Gettysburg Address 葛底斯堡演说•第三十篇：First Inaugural Address(Excerpts) 就职演讲（节选）•第一篇：Youth 青春Youththe will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.deserting our ideals.the spirit back to dust.joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve80.life means exists fear Whether hope译文：青春青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
threedaystosee中英文对照
Three Days to See
假如给我三天光明
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.
英语泛读教程4unit-2-Three-Days-to-See课文和译文
Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher. In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.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 yea rs 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 has 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 adult 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 during his early adult 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 havebeen incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, 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 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 water of a brook rush through my open fingers. 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. 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 colour 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 convenience 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.Suppose you 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 oncoming 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 long 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.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 tasks of my education. 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 causal 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 friend 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!(1634 words)译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋，在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家及教育家。
书《假如给我三天光明》好词好句
书《假如给我三天光明》好词好句英文回答："Three Days to See" is a thought-provoking essaywritten by Helen Keller, in which she imagines what she would do if she were given the gift of sight for just three days. The essay is filled with beautiful language and poignant reflections on the value of vision and the beauty of the world around us.One of the most powerful passages in the essay is when Keller describes the experience of seeing a sunset for the first time. She writes, "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 and silence would teach him the joys of sound." This passage really struck a chord with me, as it made me realize how much we take our senses for granted and how important it is to truly appreciate the world around us.Another memorable moment in the essay is when Keller reflects on the importance of language and communication. She writes, "I am sure that if I had been born without my sense of touch, sight, and hearing, I would have been a miserable creature. My life would have been like that of a plant, with no knowledge of the world outside myself." This passage reminded me of the power of language to connect us with others and the world around us, and how important itis to never take our ability to communicate for granted.Overall, "Three Days to See" is a moving and thought-provoking essay that reminds us to appreciate the beauty of the world around us and the gift of our senses. It servesas a powerful reminder to never take these gifts forgranted and to always strive to see the world with fresh eyes.中文回答：《假如给我三天光明》是海伦·凯勒写的一篇发人深省的散文，她在其中想象如果她有三天的光明会做些什么。
three days to see标注(假如给我三天光明)
Three Days to SeeAll of us have read thrilling（毛骨悚然的）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 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed（命中注定的）hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned（被判有罪的）criminals whose sphere（范围）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（临终的）beings, 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 gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama（全景画）of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean（古希腊哲学家）motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry”. But most people would be chastened（磨练）by the certainty of impending（迫近的）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 has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow（甘美的，醇香的）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（轻快地）health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista（街景）. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless（冷漠的）attitude toward life.The same lethargy（无生气）, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties （才能）and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold（多方面的）blessings（祝福）that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment（损害）of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily（朦胧地）, 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 during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.。
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Three Days Not to See
The other day, when Dean Tang asked the question, “If you were to lose your eyesight for three days, what would you do?” How strange the question! I have never imagined before that I would lose what I have been taking for granted. What would I do? I slipped into the sea of comtemplating, or to say, fancying.
If there were three days for me not to see, never would I let my time slip through my fingers by complaining about the tricks life played on me.
I would take the fullest advantage of such a 3-day period to observe, to experience, to acquire a new insight into life, through the sounds into my ears, the smells into my nose, the things touched by my fingers, and the intangible world felt by my heart.
The first day, I would stay at home, accompanied by my family and friends. A cup of tea in hand, I would be an attentive listener. Happines were the time when Mom related how she was disturbed by my childhood mischief; happiness were the time when my younger sisters recalled every fight over a candy in the past; happiness were the time when my friends listed all the stupid things I did. I could’t see every look. I could tell, however, that they were enjoying themselves with me as much as I were among them, the tactful and loving persons.
The second day, I would go moutain climbing with my sweetheart. He, holding my hand tight, were like my eyes. On our way to the top of
moutain, I could hear his every reminding me of the stones; I could smell the scent from him which I were familiar with; I could feel the rythmic beating of his heart as well. Deep down inside, I were determined. This man who were always listening to my woes, my braggings, my frustrations, etc, were the very one with whom I would like to share the rest of my life.
The third day ,I would by myself go to a kindergarten, which were brimmed over with joys. I could n’t see the smiling faces. Nor could I see the twinkling eyes; Yet I could get a sense of bliss and relaxation, when I heard them laughing, singing, arguing, or crying for candies. From these innocent angels, I could gain faith and confidence in life.
During these three days, no grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies any longer. No fancies, plans, ambitions and struggles any longer. All that existed would be a peaceful mind. I would return to the simplest.。