Chapter VII

类别:文学名著 作者:海伦·凯勒 本章:Chapter VII

    t important step in my education o read.

    As soon as I could spell a feeaced ters. I quickly learned t eaced ood for an object, an act, or a quality. I tle sentences; but before I ever put sentences in to make ts. I found ted, for example, quot;doll,quot; quot;is,quot; quot;on,quot; quot;bedquot; and placed eacs object; t my doll on tence of t time carrying out tence hemselves.

    One day, Miss Sullivan tells me, I pinned tood in ted me so muceac for  a time. Often everyt sentences.

    From ted slip it  a step to ted book. I took my quot;Reader for Beginnersquot; and ed for t of a game of o read.

    Of time ed stories I ser.

    For a long time I udied most earnestly it seemed more like play taugrated by a beautiful story or a poem. ed or interested me salked it over  as if stle girl  many cions, is to-day one of my most precious memories.

    I cannot explain t  of long association o ty for description. S quickly over uninteresting details, and never nagged me ions to see if I remembered terdays lesson. Sroduced dry tecies of science little by little, making every subject so real t I could not  saught.

    e read and studied out of doors, preferring t o the perfume of wild grapes.

    Seated in tulip tree, I learned to t everytion. quot;taug; Indeed, everyt could  in my education-noisy-ted frogs, katydids and crickets il forgetting t, trilled te, little do trees. I felt ting cotton-bolls and fingered t fiber and fuzzy seeds; I felt talks, tling of t snort of my pony, as  t in h!

    Sometimes I rose at daole into t joy it is to feel tly into tiful motion of times I caug in t t noise of a pair of ogeterror, as ttle creature became a.

    Anote  of mine  ripened early in July. to my  trees tumbled at my feet. O  in my pinafore, pressed my face against

    till o the house!

    Our favourite o Kellers Landing, an old tumbledoo land soldiers. t many  learning geograp dams of pebbles, made islands and lakes, and dug river-beds, all for fun, and never dreamed t I ened o Miss Sullivans descriptions of t round s burning mountains, buried cities, moving rivers of ice, and many otrange. S I could feel tain ridges and valleys, and follooo; but to zones and poles confused and teased my mind. trative strings and tick representing t even to tion of temperate zone suggests a series of t if any one s about it  ually climb th Pole.

    Aritic seems to udy I did not like. From t I  interested in tried to teaco count by stringing beads in groups, and by arranging kintergarten strao add and subtract. I never ience to arrange more t a time.  rest for t out quickly to find my playmates.

    In tudied zoology and botany.

    Once a gentleman,  me a collection of fossils--tiny mollusk sifully marked, and bits of sandstone  of birds clareasures of tediluvian rembling fingers I listened to Miss Sullivans descriptions of terrible beasts,  tramping ts, tearing doic trees for food, and died in time trange creatures ed my dreams, and to tle beat of my ponys hoof.

    Anotime a beautiful s I learned iny mollusk  trous coil for ill nigirring tilus sails on ters of t;s; After I  many interesting t ts of t of dastle polyps build tiful coral isles of teac;tilus,quot; and s t of t as tle of tilus cerial it absorbs from ter and makes it a part of itself, so ts of kno.

    Again, it  t furnisext for a lesson. e boug it in a sunny ed buds sside opened sloant, I t, to reveal tart,  on rapidly, but in order and systematically. tiful t, y in soft, silky robes kne s divine, ers doffed til t was one nodding bough of loveliness and fragrance.

    Once tadpoles in a glass globe set in a s. I remember t t  fun to plunge my o tadpoles frisk about, and to let tious felloo all appearance more dead than alive.

    t  no sooner urned to  ted to ttom, sivity.  ent to stay in ty glass ree until tained ty of frog to live in t ts musical  love-song.

    tself. At ttle mass of possibilities. It eac me breat pass an opportunity to point out ty t is in everytrying in t and action and example to make my life s and useful.

    It eacact ion so beautiful. It  to impart kno made it so pleasant and acceptable to me. S a cony course of its education and reflects tempted to guide my mind on its  like a brook it sain streams and il it broadened out into a deep river, capable of reflecting in its placid surface, billo face of a little flower.

    Any teacake a co t not every teac y is  rest;  feel tory and t-sinking of disappointment before akes asks distasteful to o dance ine of textbooks.

    My teaco me t I scarcely t from  in all beautiful te, and o ell. I feel t  tsteps of my life are in  of me belongs to  a talent, or an aspiration or a joy in me t  been awakened by ouch.


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