我的老师 海伦凯勒How I Discovered Words Helen Keller* 1 The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher,Anne Mansfield Sullivan,came to me.I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects.It was the third of March,1887,three months before I was seven years old.little while,Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l".I was at once interested in this finger

我的老师 海伦凯勒
How I Discovered Words
Helen Keller*
1 The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher,Anne Mansfield Sullivan,came to me.I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects.It was the third of March,1887,three months before I was seven years old.
little while,Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l".I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it.When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride.Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll.I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words,among them,pin,hat,cup and a few verbs like sit,stand and walk.But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
6 One day,while I was playing with my new doll,Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap,also spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both.Earlier in the day we had had a tussle over the words "m-u-g" and "w-a-t-e-r".Miss Sullivan had tried to impress it upon me that "m-u-g" is mug and that "w-a-t-e-r" is water,but I persisted in confounding the two.In despair she had dropped the subject for the time,only to renew it at the first opportunity.I became impatient at her repeated attempts and,seizing the new doll,I dashed it upon the floor.I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst.I had not loved the doll.In the still,dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness.I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth,and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.She brought me my hat,and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.This thought,if a wordless sensation may be called a thought,
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