Knowledge gives people love, light, and wisdom. It should be said that knowledge is happiness, because with knowledge, you have touched the pulse of human activities in history, otherwise you will not understand human life. music!
The purpose of striving to acquire knowledge is to contribute some strength to society and mankind.
Mark Twain once said: "There were two strange people in the nineteenth century, one was Napoleon and the other was Helen Keller." Recently I read a book about Helen - " "If You Give Me Three Days of Light", after reading this book, my heart was deeply shocked by Helen's spirit!
In the book, Helen said: "Knowledge gives people love, light and wisdom. It should be said that knowledge is happiness, because with knowledge, you can touch the history of human activities. Pulse, otherwise you will not understand the music of human life!” Indeed, the power of knowledge is infinite, and it was knowledge that enabled Helen to create these miracles on earth!
Helen is unfortunate, but she is also lucky. It is precisely because of her knowledge that she is so lucky. After she lost her vision and hearing for 19 months, she lost communication and contact with the world. This young life did not know how to deal with the loneliness of isolation. She was weird, rude, and rude until her death. Teacher Sullivan came into her life and taught her how to read, which enabled her to open her spiritual eyes and enable her to communicate with others. Once she came into contact with knowledge, the lonely Helen realized that only knowledge could pave the way to the light. When Helen realized "water", the first word she knew, she began to have a strong thirst for knowledge and the world. She began to eagerly recognize and read words, like a sponge, constantly absorbing water from life itself. Knowledge. Her thirst for knowledge made her learn German, Latin, French and other languages, read many literary and philosophical masterpieces, and absorb the essence of the thoughts of great men and wise men despite the unimaginable monotony and boringness of ordinary people. She compares learning to climbing a strange mountain. If you fall, you will climb up again. Every time you make a little progress, you will be inspired. You will gradually see a wider world, until you reach the bright clouds, the depths of the blue sky, and the peak of hope! This knowledge, like rainbows, lit up the lamp in Helen's heart, illuminated her inner world, and also built a bridge between Helen and the world!
In the book, Helen uses delicate brushwork to describe the natural scenery, making it difficult to believe that it was written by a blind and deaf person; she went horseback riding, boating, swimming, sledding, and even alone One person went boating on a moonlit night, carefully appreciating the beauty of the lotus pond under the moonlight; she went to visit museums, "listen" to concerts, and even "appreciate" operas. ． ． ． ． ． I believe she must feel the world with her heart and enjoy life with her heart. She lives a much happier, fulfilling and meaningful life than we normal people! It was knowledge that gave her the courage to live, and it was knowledge that gave her the strength to accept the challenges of life, enabling her to face difficulties with amazing perseverance, and finally found the light of life in the darkness. It was knowledge that gave her a kind of belief: although the real environment is terrible, human beings should hold on to hope and continue to struggle. What is the meaning of life, what is the value of life? Human life is short. We seem to have never thought about or dare not imagine the future world. We live and work lazily every day. When we encounter difficulties, we blame everyone and everything else, and complain that God is unfair. In this way, year after year, day after day, time flies by like water, and the past days will never reappear. When we look back on the past, is it worth nostalgia? Is it memorable? If each of us uses knowledge to light up the lamp in our hearts, I believe that the world will be bright!
Helen explained the meaning of life with her difficult but happy life. Her life is a miracle for mankind. Her autobiography makes me ashamed and alert.
In this world, why are only deaf people cherishing their lost hearing? Only blind people cherish the happiness of seeing the light of day again? Let us cherish every day of our lives, enrich our lives, and enjoy our lives! Helen said: "The purpose of my efforts to acquire knowledge is to contribute a little bit to human society."
The power of knowledge is so great. It can turn a disabled person into a person who is beneficial to mankind and society. people. If each of us could be like Helen. Like Keller, we regard the thirst for knowledge as the pursuit of life during our lifetime. If we hold this pursuit every day and live with friendliness, vitality, and desire, how much joy and happiness will be added to our lives!
Helen’s life was a life of living in darkness but bringing light to mankind. She used her actions to prove mankind’s courage to defeat life, and left a song of life to the world that will never be forgotten. !
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If you give me three days of light (excerpt)
The first day (1)
p>Author: Helen Keller
On this day, I will take a hasty glance at the world, the world past and present. I want to see the wonders of human progress, the endless changes over the ages. How can so many years be compressed into one day? Through the museum, of course.
On the second day of my vision, I will get up at dawn and see the moving miracle of night turning into day. I will look up in awe at the majestic panorama of dawn as the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
On this day I will take a quick glance at the world, the world past and present. I want to see the wonders of human progress, the endless changes over the ages. How can so many years be compressed into one day? Through the museum, of course. I often visited the Museum of Natural History in New York and touched with my hands many of the exhibits on display there, but I had longed to see with my own eyes a brief history of the earth and its inhabitants—animals and humans depicted in their natural surroundings—displayed there. , fossils of huge dinosaurs and saber-toothed elephants, they roamed the earth long before humans appeared and conquered the animal kingdom with his short stature and powerful mind; the museum also realistically introduces animals, humans, and labor The development of the tools humans used to create a safe and secure home for themselves on this planet; the museum also explains countless other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have seen the various forms of living animals depicted in that attractive museum. Of course, many people don't have this opportunity, however, I believe many people who do have the opportunity don't take advantage of it. That's a really good place to use your eyes. If you have sight, you can spend many profitable days there, but I, with the help of the three days I can imagine, can only glimpse it.
My next stop will be the Capital Museum of Art, because just as the Museum of Natural History shows the physical appearance of the world, the Capital Museum of Art shows the countless small aspects of the human spirit. Throughout human history, our desire for artistic expression has been almost as compelling as our desire for food, shelter, and reproduction. Here, in the huge exhibition hall of the Capital Art Museum, the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome is expressed in their art and displayed in front of me.
I know clearly through my hands the gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile kingdom. I touched the replica in the Parthenon and felt the rhythmic beauty of the Athenian charge warriors. Apollo, Venus, and the winged goddess of victory, Samoris, all fascinate me. Homer's gnarled, bearded face is dear to me because he also knew what it was to be blind. My hands linger on the realistic marble carvings of Rome and later periods. My hands have touched Michelangelo’s touching and heroic Moses stone statues. I feel Rodin’s power. I am in awe of the Goths’ love for wood carvings. of piety. These tactile works of art are of great significance to me. However, they are not so much for people to touch as they are for people to watch, and I can only guess at the beauty that I cannot see. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but I cannot see its decorative patterns.
So, on this day, give me light the next day, I will search for the human soul through art. I see things that I know by touch. Even better, the entire magnificent world of painting will be opened to me, from early Italian art with its tranquil religious overtones to modernist art with its rhapsodic style. I will carefully observe the oil paintings of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, and Rembrandt. I want to feast my eyes on the warm colors of Veronesa, study the mysteries of El Greco, and re-see nature through the paintings of Corot. Ah, you people with eyes can appreciate such rich meaning and beauty in the art of all ages! During my brief visit to this temple of art I could not at all comment on the great world of art that lay before me. I would only be able to obtain a superficial impression. Artists tell me that in order to achieve deep and true appreciation of art, one must train the eye. One must learn through experience to judge the quality of line, composition, form, and color. What a blessing it would be if I had the vision to engage in such fascinating research! But, I hear, for many of you who have eyes for it, the world of art is still a world yet to be explored.
I reluctantly left the Capital Art Museum, which holds the key to beauty. However, people who can see often do not need to go to the Capital Art Museum to find this key to beauty. The same keys still await in smaller museums or even on the shelves of small libraries. However, in my imaginary limited time with vision, I should choose a key that can open the place with the greatest treasure in the shortest time.
My second night of sight will be spent in a theater or movie theater. Even now I often attend various theater performances, but the plot must be spelled out in my hand by a companion. Yet, how I longed to see with my own eyes the charming grace of Hamlet, or the lively Falstaff in his bright Elizabethan costume! How I long to watch every graceful movement of Hamlet and the swagger of energetic Falstaff! Since I could only see one play, this put me in a difficult position, since there were dozens of other plays I wanted to see.
You have vision and can see any scene you like.
When you watch a play, a movie, or any scene, I wonder how many of you are aware of and grateful for the miracle of vision that allows you to enjoy its color, grace, and movement? Since I live within the reach of my hands, I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement. But I can only vaguely imagine the beauty of Bavlova, although I know a little about the pleasure of rhythm, because I can often feel the beat of the music when it shakes the floor. I can fully imagine that the rhythmic movements must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I can deduce something by tracing the lines of the marble statue with my fingers. If this kind of static beauty can be so cute, the dynamic beauty you see must be even more exciting. One of my most cherished memories is of Joseph Jefferson letting me touch his face and hands as he spoke and acted his beloved Reeb Van Winkle.
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The next day (2)
I can experience a little bit of the drama world, and I will always I will never forget the joy of that moment. But how I longed to see and listen to the interplay of dialogue and action as a dramatic performance unfolded! And you who can see, how much joy you must get from it! If I could see just one play, I would know how to picture in my mind the plots of the nearly a hundred plays that I have read or learned about in Braille letters. . So, on the second night of my fictional sight, I didn’t get any sleep and spent the entire night enjoying dramatic literature.
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The third day (3)
Today, I will spend my time in the current daily world, going to places where people who are busy with their lives often go. Where can I find as many activities and situations as in New York? So the city became my destination.
The next morning, I will welcome the dawn again, eager to find new joy, because I believe that for those who can really see, every dawn must be a new beauty that will be repeated forever. According to the expiration date of my fictional miracle, this would be my third and last day of vision. I will have no time to spend in regrets or longings because there is so much to see. The first day I dedicated myself to my animate and inanimate friends. The next day, the history of man and nature was shown to me. Today, I will spend my time in the current daily world, going to places where people who are busy with their lives often go. Where can I find as many activities and situations as in New York? So the city became my destination.
I set out from my home, the small, quiet suburb of Forrest, Long Island. Here, surrounded by green lawns, trees and flowers, there are neat little houses, full of the happy sounds and activities of women and children, very happy, and a peaceful resting place for the working people in the city. I drove across the steel ribbon bridge spanning the East River and had a new impression of the power and ingenuity of the human brain. Busy boats rattled along the river - speeding boats, slow, snorting tugs. If I can still see in the future, I will spend a lot of time looking at the joyful scene in the river. I looked ahead, and before me towered the strange towers of New York—a city that seemed to have been lifted out of the pages of myth. What an awe-inspiring building! These splendid church spires, these vast riverbanks made of stone and steel—it really looks like the gods built it for themselves. This vivid picture is part of daily life for millions of people. I don't know how many people will glance back at it? I'm afraid only a few. They turned a blind eye to this magnificent scenery because it was all too familiar to them.
I hurried to the top of one of those huge buildings, the Empire State Building, because not long ago I had "looked down" on the city with my secretary's eyes there, and I longed to put my imagination into perspective. Compare it with reality. I believe that the entire scenery unfolding in front of me will not disappoint me, because it will be a scenery from another world to me. At this point, I started traveling around the city. First, I stood on a busy street corner and just looked at people, trying to understand their lives through my observations of them. Seeing their smiles makes me feel happy; seeing their serious decisions makes me feel proud; seeing their pain makes me full of sympathy.
I walked along Fifth Avenue. I looked around casually, not focusing on any particular target, but just looking at the kaleidoscope-like colorful scene. I was sure that the colors of the women's clothes moving about in the crowd would be a gorgeous sight that would never bore me. If I had sight, however, I might be like most other women—interested in the fashionable style of individual garments and not paying much attention to the abundance of brilliant colors.
Moreover, I am sure that I will become a die-hard window shopper, for it must be a joy for the eyes to look at these countless beautiful displays.
Starting from Fifth Avenue, I will take a tour around the city - to Park Avenue, to the slums, to the factories, to the park where the children play, and I will also visit the foreign residential areas. District, take an overseas trip without going out. I always keep my eyes open to the full spectrum of happiness and misery, so that I can investigate deeper and learn more about how people work and live.
My heart is filled with images of people and things. My eyes never let go of a small thing easily. They strive to pay close attention to everything they see. Some scenes are pleasant and intoxicating; but others are extremely miserable and sad. I will never close my eyes to the latter, because they are also part of life. Closing your eyes in front of them is equivalent to closing your heart and mind.
My third day of vision is coming to an end. Maybe there are many important and serious things that I need to use the remaining few hours to see and do. However, I am afraid that on the last night, I will run to the theater again to watch a lively and interesting play so as to appreciate the homophony in the human soul.
At midnight, my brief escape from the plight of blindness will end, and the eternal night will approach me again. In those short three days, I naturally couldn't see everything I wanted to see. It was only when darkness came upon me again that I realized how much I had left behind. However, my heart is so full of sweet memories that I have little time to regret. From now on, every object I touch will have a vivid memory of what that object looked like.
My brief description of how I spent the three days I regained my sight may not be consistent with the arrangements you would have made for yourself assuming you knew you were going blind. However, I believe that if you really face that kind of misfortune, you will try your best to cast your eyes on things you have never seen before, and store them in your memory for the long night ahead. You'll use your eyes better than ever. Everything you see is so precious to you, and your eyes will feast on every item that appears within your sight. Then, you will truly see a beautiful world unfolding in front of you.
As a blind person, I can give a tip to those who can see - a piece of advice to those who can make full use of their gift of sight: use your eyes as if tomorrow you will be blinded. . The same approach can be applied to other senses. Listen to the sweet sounds of the music, the singing of the birds, the powerful and sonorous strains of the orchestra, as if tomorrow you were going to be deaf. Touch everything you want to touch as if tomorrow your sense of touch would fade. Smell the fragrance of all the flowers and taste every bite as if you could never smell or taste again tomorrow. Make full use of every sense, take pride in all the pleasant and beautiful details that the world reveals to you through the few means of contact that nature has given you! However, of all the senses, I believe that sight must be the most pleasing.