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我的生活海伦凯勒摘抄 海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第41期

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我的生活海伦凯勒摘抄 海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第41期

海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第41期  

But although these disappointments caused me great depression at times
I pursued my other studies with unflagging interest
especially physical geography. It was a joy to learn the secrets of nature: how—in the picturesque language of the Old Testament—the winds are made to blow from the four corners of the heavens
how the vapours ascend from the ends of the earth
how rivers are cut out among the rocks
and mountains overturned by the roots
and in what ways man may overe many forces mightier than himself. The o years in New York were happy ones
and I look back to them with genuine pleasure.
I remember especially the walks we all took together every day in Central Park
the only part of the city that was congenial to me. I never lost a jot of my delight in this great park. I loved to have it described every time I entered it; for it was beautiful in all its aspects
and these aspects were so many that it was beautiful in a different way each day of the nine months I spent in New York.
In the spring we made excursions to various places of interest. We sailed on the Hudson River and wandered about on its green banks
of which Bryant loved to sing. I liked the simple
wild grandeur of the palisades. Among the places I visited were West Point
Tarrytown
the home of Washington Irving
where I walked through "Sleepy Hollow."
春天,我们会到各种有趣的地方旅行。我们驾船航行在哈德逊河上,徜徉在布莱恩特所吟唱的芳草依依的岸边。我喜欢河边断崖朴素雄浑的野性之美。沿河而行,我们参观了西点军校,游览了华盛顿·欧文的家乡泰瑞镇,我还在“睡谷”中走了一遭。
The teachers at the Wright-Humason School were always planning how they might give the pupils every advantage that those who hear enjoy—how they might make much of few tendencies and passive memories in the cases of the little ones—and lead them out of the cramping circumstances in which their lives were set.
Before I left New York
these bright days were darkened by the greatest sorrow that I have ever borne
except the death of my father. Mr. John P. Spaulding
of Boston
died in February
1896. Only those who knew and loved him best can understand what his friendship meant to me. He
who made every one happy in a beautiful
unobtrusive way
was most kind and tender to Miss Sullivan and me. So long as we felt his loving presence and knew that he took a watchful interest in our work
fraught with so many difficulties
we could not be discouraged. His going away left a vacancy in our lives that has never been filled.
  
永远跟党走