假如给我三天光明里面的好句摘抄(英文版的)

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热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:04

1、Knowledge gives people love, light and wisdom. It should be said that knowledge is happiness, because with knowledge, we can feel the pulse of human activities in history, otherwise we will not understand the music of human life!

知识给人以爱，给人以光明，给人以智慧，应该说知识就是幸福，因为有了知识，就是摸到了有史以来人类活动的脉搏，否则就不懂人类生命的音乐！

2、These knowledge, like rainbows, lit up the lamp in Helen's heart, lit up her inner world, and built a bridge between Helen and the world!

这些知识，像一道道彩虹，点亮了海伦心中的灯，照亮了她的内心世界，也架起了海伦和这个世界沟通的桥梁！

3、It was knowledge that gave her the courage to live and the strength to accept the challenge of life. It enabled her to face the difficulties with amazing perseverance and finally found the light of life in the dark. It was knowledge that made her have a kind of faith.

是知识给了她生活的勇气，是知识给了她接受生命挑战的力量，使她能以惊人的毅力面对困境，终于在黑暗中找到了人生的光明、是知识使她产生了一种的信仰。

作品鉴赏

“修辞立其诚”，这是写好文章的要诀。一篇好的散文，必定是作者至性真情的流露。《假如给我三天光明》是引人入胜的，想象是那样丰富，文笔是那样流畅；但它所以能深深地打动读者，还在于它的真挚而强烈的感情，在于它所给予读者的敞开心扉的亲切感。

在这篇用第一人称写的、富于*的作品里，作者倾诉了她对生活的礼赞，表达了她的生活态度。正由于文章是作者至性真情的流露，所以虽然整篇文章都是虚拟的，所记叙的事情多是非现实的，但使读者感受到了更高的真实--情感的真实。

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.
Helen Keller: Three Days to See

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
我们大多数人认为生命理所当然，然而。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。我们很少会考虑它。时日在无穷的展望。因此我们忙于琐事，几乎意识不到我们对待生活的态度是无精打采的。
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 ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
我经常想，如果每个人都饱经盲聋几天在一段时间在他早期的成年生活是一种幸福。黑暗将使他更珍惜光明；沉寂将教他享受声音。
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,”

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:06

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:04

1、Knowledge gives people love, light and wisdom. It should be said that knowledge is happiness, because with knowledge, we can feel the pulse of human activities in history, otherwise we will not understand the music of human life!

知识给人以爱，给人以光明，给人以智慧，应该说知识就是幸福，因为有了知识，就是摸到了有史以来人类活动的脉搏，否则就不懂人类生命的音乐！

2、These knowledge, like rainbows, lit up the lamp in Helen's heart, lit up her inner world, and built a bridge between Helen and the world!

这些知识，像一道道彩虹，点亮了海伦心中的灯，照亮了她的内心世界，也架起了海伦和这个世界沟通的桥梁！

3、It was knowledge that gave her the courage to live and the strength to accept the challenge of life. It enabled her to face the difficulties with amazing perseverance and finally found the light of life in the dark. It was knowledge that made her have a kind of faith.

是知识给了她生活的勇气，是知识给了她接受生命挑战的力量，使她能以惊人的毅力面对困境，终于在黑暗中找到了人生的光明、是知识使她产生了一种的信仰。

作品鉴赏

“修辞立其诚”，这是写好文章的要诀。一篇好的散文，必定是作者至性真情的流露。《假如给我三天光明》是引人入胜的，想象是那样丰富，文笔是那样流畅；但它所以能深深地打动读者，还在于它的真挚而强烈的感情，在于它所给予读者的敞开心扉的亲切感。

在这篇用第一人称写的、富于*的作品里，作者倾诉了她对生活的礼赞，表达了她的生活态度。正由于文章是作者至性真情的流露，所以虽然整篇文章都是虚拟的，所记叙的事情多是非现实的，但使读者感受到了更高的真实--情感的真实。

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.
Helen Keller: Three Days to See

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
我们大多数人认为生命理所当然，然而。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。我们很少会考虑它。时日在无穷的展望。因此我们忙于琐事，几乎意识不到我们对待生活的态度是无精打采的。
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 ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
我经常想，如果每个人都饱经盲聋几天在一段时间在他早期的成年生活是一种幸福。黑暗将使他更珍惜光明；沉寂将教他享受声音。
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,”

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:06

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:04

1、Knowledge gives people love, light and wisdom. It should be said that knowledge is happiness, because with knowledge, we can feel the pulse of human activities in history, otherwise we will not understand the music of human life!

知识给人以爱，给人以光明，给人以智慧，应该说知识就是幸福，因为有了知识，就是摸到了有史以来人类活动的脉搏，否则就不懂人类生命的音乐！

2、These knowledge, like rainbows, lit up the lamp in Helen's heart, lit up her inner world, and built a bridge between Helen and the world!

这些知识，像一道道彩虹，点亮了海伦心中的灯，照亮了她的内心世界，也架起了海伦和这个世界沟通的桥梁！

3、It was knowledge that gave her the courage to live and the strength to accept the challenge of life. It enabled her to face the difficulties with amazing perseverance and finally found the light of life in the dark. It was knowledge that made her have a kind of faith.

是知识给了她生活的勇气，是知识给了她接受生命挑战的力量，使她能以惊人的毅力面对困境，终于在黑暗中找到了人生的光明、是知识使她产生了一种的信仰。

作品鉴赏

“修辞立其诚”，这是写好文章的要诀。一篇好的散文，必定是作者至性真情的流露。《假如给我三天光明》是引人入胜的，想象是那样丰富，文笔是那样流畅；但它所以能深深地打动读者，还在于它的真挚而强烈的感情，在于它所给予读者的敞开心扉的亲切感。

在这篇用第一人称写的、富于*的作品里，作者倾诉了她对生活的礼赞，表达了她的生活态度。正由于文章是作者至性真情的流露，所以虽然整篇文章都是虚拟的，所记叙的事情多是非现实的，但使读者感受到了更高的真实--情感的真实。

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.
Helen Keller: Three Days to See

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:05

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.
我们大多数人认为生命理所当然，然而。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。我们很少会考虑它。时日在无穷的展望。因此我们忙于琐事，几乎意识不到我们对待生活的态度是无精打采的。
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 ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
我经常想，如果每个人都饱经盲聋几天在一段时间在他早期的成年生活是一种幸福。黑暗将使他更珍惜光明；沉寂将教他享受声音。
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,”

热心网友 时间：2023-10-08 20:06

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.
…
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 ring his early alt 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 increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, 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 the 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 finger. 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.