(1) "The light of love shines on me". It turns out that "I have no tenderness and sympathy in that silent and dark world." However, under the education of Mr. Sullivan, my soul was awakened, and I once again had "light, hope, happiness and freedom" (the word "light" here is figurative).
(2) Miss Sullivan made me return to nature and understand it.
(3) Miss Sullivan also taught me what love is.
As the author herself said, "It was she who enlightened me with the truth of the world and gave me deep love." In this sense, Miss Sullivan is a "person who reshapes her life", or "reborn parents" in China's popular words. The word "reinventing life" expresses the author's incomparable love and gratitude to Mr. Sullivan. This paper describes the process of Sullivan's teaching Helen to read and understand things, praises Sullivan's superb educational technology, and also shows the author's enthusiasm for knowledge and hard and happy life experience, and expresses the author's gratitude to Sullivan.
The day when my teacher Anne Sullivan came to my home was the most important day in my life. It was1March 3, 887, and I was only six years and nine months old. Looking back on the completely different life before and after, I can't help feeling deeply.
That afternoon, I stood silently in the corridor. Judging from my mother's gestures and my family's hasty judgment, I guess something unusual must have happened. So I quietly walked to the door and stood on the steps and waited.
The afternoon sun shone on my upturned face through the honeysuckle on the balcony. My fingers twist flowers and leaves, stroking the blooming flowers to welcome the spring in the south. I wonder what miracles will happen in the future. At that time, after weeks of anger and distress, I was exhausted.
Friend, have you ever sailed in the fog? Driving the big ship nervously in the fog, sailing slowly to the other side carefully, my heart pounding for fear of an accident. Before I received an education, I was like a ship in the fog. I have neither a compass nor a detector, so I don't know that the port is approaching. I silently shouted in my heart: "Light! Light! Give me light! " At this moment, the light of love shines on me.
I felt footsteps coming towards me, thinking it was my mother, and I immediately held out my hands. However, a stranger took my hand and held me tightly in his arms. It seems to me that she is the one who enlightened me with the truth of the world and gave me deep love-Miss Anne Sullivan.
The next morning, Miss Sullivan took me to her room and gave me a doll. Later, I learned that it was a gift from the students of Perkins School for the Blind. These clothes were sewn by old Lola herself. I played with dolls for a while. Miss Sullivan took my hand and slowly spelled the word "doll" on her palm, which made me interested in finger games and imitated painting on her hand. When I finally spelled this word correctly, I was very proud and blushed with joy. I immediately ran downstairs and found my mother and spelled it for her.
I didn't know it was writing, or even that there was such a thing as writing in the world. I was just imitating Sullivan's movements. From then on, I learned to spell the words "pin", "cup" and "sit", "stand" and "walk" in this uncomplicated way. Everything in the world has its own name, and the teacher taught me for several weeks before I understood it.
One day, Miss Sullivan gave me a bigger new doll, put the old doll on my lap and spelled the word "doll" in my hand to tell me that this big doll is called "doll" just like the little one.
Miss Sullivan and I had an argument about the words "cup" and "water" this morning. She wanted me to know that "cup" is "cup" and "water" is "water", but I confused the two. "Cup" is also "water" and "water" is also "cup". She had no choice but to put this question aside for the time being and practice the word doll again. I am really impatient. I grabbed my new doll, fell to the ground and broke it. I feel very happy in my heart. I feel neither shame nor regret losing my temper. I don't like dolls. In my quiet and dark world, there is no tenderness or sympathy at all. Miss Sullivan swept the poor doll's broken skin to the stove and handed me my hat. I know I can walk into the warm sunshine again.
We walked along the path to the well house, and the honeysuckle blooming on the roof smelled fragrant. Miss Sullivan put my hand under the spout, and a cool stream of water flowed through my hand. She spelled the word "water" on my other hand-"water", which was slow the first time and faster the second time. I stood still, watching the movements of her fingers. Suddenly, it dawned on me that there was a magical feeling stirring in my mind. I suddenly understood the mystery of language and knew that the word "water" was such a cool and wonderful thing that flowed through my hands.
Water awakened my soul and gave me light, hope, happiness and freedom.
The experience of the well room makes me want to learn. Ah! It turns out that everything in the universe has its own name, and each name can inspire my new ideas. I began to look at everything in a novel way. Back in the house, everything you touch seems to have life. I thought of my broken doll, groped my way to the fire, picked up the pieces and tried to put them together, but they couldn't be put together properly. Remembering what I just did, I regretted it, and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time in my life.
On that day, I learned many words, such as "father", "mother", "sister" and "teacher". These words make the whole world beautiful in front of me. I remember that beautiful night. I was lying in bed alone, full of joy and looking forward to a new day. Ah! Is there a happier child in the world than me?
With the coming of summer, Miss Sullivan took my hand and walked along the Tennessee River, looking at the fields and hillsides where people were digging and sowing. We started a new life under the soft grass by the river. Here, I understand the grace that nature has given to mankind. I know how sunshine and rain make trees thrive on the earth; I learned how birds nest, breed and migrate with the change of seasons. I also learned how various animals, such as squirrels, deer and lions eat and live. The more I know, the more I feel the greatness of nature and the beauty of the world.
Miss Sullivan first taught me to appreciate beauty from dense trees, delicate grass leaves and my sister's little hands, and then taught me to draw the shape of the earth. She connected my enlightenment with nature and made me a happy partner of flowers and birds. But something happened during this period, which made me realize that nature is not always so kind.
It was a bright morning, and my teacher and I walked to a far place. But on the way home, the weather became sultry, and we had to take a nap under the tree by the roadside several times. Take a last rest under a wild cherry tree not far from home. The branches are lush and easy to climb. Teacher Sullivan held them in his hand, so I climbed up the tree and found a branch to sit down. This tree is very cool and comfortable, so Miss Sullivan suggested having lunch here. I was so happy that I promised her to sit there quietly and wait for her to go back and serve the meal.
Suddenly, the wind and cloud changed suddenly, the warmth of the sun disappeared completely, the sky was overcast and the soil smelled strange. I know this is a common omen before the storm comes. I feel an indescribable fear, a sense of loneliness isolated from my relatives and the earth. I sat motionless, clutching the trunk and shivering, praying for Miss Sullivan to come back soon.
After a moment of silence, the leaves rushed together, and the wind seemed to uproot the trees. I clung to the branch for fear of being blown away by the wind. The tree shook more and more, and fallen leaves and broken twigs rained on me. Although I am anxious to jump off the tree, I dare not move. I felt the earth shaking, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, and the vibration was transmitted from the bottom to the branch where I was sitting. When Miss Sullivan arrived, I was scared to shout. She grabbed my hand and helped me down. I hugged her tightly, and I was ecstatic to touch the solid earth again. I have gained a new knowledge-nature sometimes goes to war with her children, and hides claws under her gentle and beautiful appearance!
After this adventure, I dare not climb trees for a long time, and even tremble at the thought of climbing trees. It was not until one day that I couldn't resist the temptation of the shy tree full of flowers and fragrant breath that I overcame this fear.
It's a beautiful morning in spring. I sat alone in the gazebo reading a book, and a faint fragrance came to my face, as if the "God of Spring" had passed through the gazebo. I know this is the smell of shy trees. I decided to have a look, so I groped my way to the end of the garden, and the shy tree grew at the corner of the path next to the fence.
In the warm sunshine, the flowers of the shy tree danced in the sunshine, and the branches full of flowers almost fell to the grass. As long as you touch it gently, those beautiful flowers will fall one after another. I walked through the colorful petals of the fallen tree and approached the tree. I stood there for a while, then I put my foot into the empty space of the branch and grabbed the branch with both hands to climb up. The trunk is thick, I can't hold it steadily, and my hand is scratched by bark, but I have a wonderful feeling that I am doing a wonderful thing. So I kept climbing until I found a comfortable seat. This seat was made by others a long time ago. Over time, it became a part of the tree. I stayed there like a fairy in the sky. Since then, I often like to play, meditate and wander in wonderful dreams on this laurel of the Moon Palace.
I have mastered the key to language and am eager to use it.
Usually, children with hearing can learn languages easily. What others say, they can study and learn easily and happily, and imitate what they say. However, deaf children have to go through countless pains and tribulations before they can learn slowly. But no matter how difficult it is, the result is always wonderful. I began to learn the names of everything, from the pronunciation of Aidit to the infinite imagination in Shakespeare's sonnets.
At first, the teacher told me a lot of new things, and I seldom asked questions. Because of my limited knowledge and vague concept, I know little about words. As I know more about the outside world, my vocabulary and problems are increasing. I often explore one thing over and over again and want to know more. Sometimes from a new word you learn, you often think of all kinds of experiences that happened before.
I remember one morning, I first asked the meaning of the word "love". I didn't know many words at that time, so I picked some early-blooming violets in the garden and gave them to Miss Sullivan. She kissed me happily, but I don't want anyone to kiss me except my mother. At this time, Miss Sullivan hugged me gently and spelled out the words "I love Helen" in my hand.
"What is love?" I asked.
Miss Sullivan held me tighter and pointed to my heart and said, "Love is here."
I felt my heart for the first time, but the dialogue and actions were still very confusing, because I knew almost nothing at that time except what I could touch.
I smelled the violets in her hand, half words and half gestures, and asked, "Is love a flower fragrance?"
Think about it. The sun shines on us warmly.
"Is love the sun?" I pointed to the direction in which the sun came and asked, "Is it the sun?"
At that time, in my opinion, there was nothing better than the sun in the world. Its heat makes everything thrive. But Miss Sullivan shook her head again and again. I'm really confused and disappointed. I think it's strange. Why can't the teacher tell me what love is?
A day or two later, I was stringing beads of different sizes, in the order of two big ones and three small ones. As a result, I always make mistakes, and Miss Sullivan patiently corrects them for me. Finally, I found that there was a big mistake in stringing, so I carefully thought about how to string these beads. Miss Sullivan touched my forehead and spelled the word "think" hard.
At this moment, I suddenly understood that this word originally refers to the ongoing process in my mind. This is the first time I understand abstract concepts.
I sat there quietly for a long time, not thinking about the arrangement of beads, but seeking the explanation of "love" with new ideas in my mind. That day, it was overcast with clouds, and occasionally it rained in Mao Mao. Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds and shone brightly.
I asked the teacher again, "Is love the sun?"
"Love is a bit like a cloud in the sky before the sun comes out," the teacher replied. She seemed to realize that I was still confused, so she explained in simpler words that I didn't understand at that time: "You can't touch the clouds, but you can feel the rain. You know, after a hot day, how happy it would be if flowers and the earth could get rain! Love is also invisible, but you can feel the sweetness she brings. Without love, you are unhappy and don't want to play. "
In a flash, I understood the truth-I felt countless invisible lines shuttling between my heart and others'.