晋南假如给我三天光明(中英文版)
假如给我三天光明(中英文修订版)
If I were granted three eing days
Helen Keller
All of us have read thrilling(exciting 令人激动的) stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified(specific 特定的) 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(命中注定要死的)
man cho to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of cour, of free men who have a choice, not
condemned(ntence 判刑) criminals(犯人) who sphere(area范围) of activities is strictly delimited(to fix the limits of限定).
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Such stories t us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances(conditions;situation情况;环境). What events, what experiences, what associations(交往)
should we crowd into(把什么挤进) tho last hours as mortal(终有一死的) beings? What happiness should
we find in reviewing(looking back upon回顾) the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule(habit) to live each day as if we should die
tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize(stress 强调) sharply(鲜明地) the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness(热心;渴望) of appreciation(欣赏;评定) which are often
lost when time stretches(延伸) before us in the constant(连续的) panorama(综观) of more days and
months and years to come. There are tho, of cour, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink,
安抚的意思
and be merry,“ but most people would be chastened(punished 惩戒 ) by the certainty of impending(about
to happen即将发生的) death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune(luck一桩幸事),
but almost always his n of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative(有欣赏力的) of the meaning
of life and its permanent(lasting 永恒的) spiritual(精神的) values. It has often been noted that tho who live, or have lived, in the shadow(阴影) of death bring a mellow(甜熟的) sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted(认为是理所当然的). We know that one day we must
die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant(愉快的) health, death is all 意大利威尼斯
but(almost几乎) unimaginable. We ldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista(远景). So
we go about(t about 着手;从事于) our petty(琐碎的) tasks, hardly aware of(意识到) our listless
(tired倦怠的) attitude toward life.
The same lethargy(laziness懒散), I am afraid, characterizes(是什么的特征) the u of all 水乡乌镇
our faculties(天赋;能力) and ns. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold(多方面的) blessings(赐福;恩典) that lie in sight. Particularly does this obrvation(comment;remark
评论) apply to(适用于) tho who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But tho who have never suffered impairment(damage 损伤) of sight or hearing ldom make the fullest u of the blesd faculties(天赐的官能). Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily(unclearly;uncertainly模糊
地;不明确地), without concentration(专心;集中) and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not
日本住友集团being grateful(感激的) for what we have until we lo it, of not being conscious of(意识到) 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 eing friends to discover what they e. 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 obrved(to e and notice看见). “Nothing in particular, “ she replied. I might have been incredulous
(doubtful;unbelivable怀疑的;不相信的) had I not been accustomed to (been ud to习惯于)such
respons(replies回答), for long ago I became convinced(使确信) that the eing e little.
中国奇案How was it possible, I asked mylf, to walk for an hour through the woods and e nothing worthy of note(worth noticing or paying attention to值得注意的)? I who cannot e find hundreds of things to 唐玄宗
interest me through mere(only) touch. I feel the delicate(精巧的;完美的) symmetry(对称性) of a leaf. I pass
my hands lovingly(喜爱地) about the smooth skin of a silver birch(桦树), or the rough, sha
ggy(粗糙
的)bark(树皮) of a pine(松树). In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in arch of a bud(嫩芽)-- the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter?s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety(天鹅绒般
的) texture(质地) of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions(卷曲;盘绕); and something of
