On the first day, I want to see that people are kind, and gentleness and friendship make my life worth living. First of all, I hope to stare at the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, for a long time. When I was a child, I opened the outside world. I just need to look at the outline of my face, so I can cherish my memory and study my appearance to find vivid signs of sympathy, gentleness and patience. This is the way to accomplish the arduous task of educating me. I hope I can face the difficulties firmly from my eyes and often show my strong character. Pity for all mankind, I know that through the window of the soul, that is, through the eyes, I can only see the outline of my face with my fingertips, and I can find laughter. Sadness and its many obvious emotions: I know my friends by touching their faces. I can really describe their sexual characteristics by touching them. When they express their thoughts to me through their methods and show me any actions through them, I also know something about their sexuality, but I can have a deeper understanding of them. I believe that by seeing them, observing their reactions to various expressed ideas and situations, and paying attention to their eyes and facial reactions, I can get friends around me. I clearly know that many years later, they revealed themselves to me in every way. As for my friend, I only have a complete impression, which I understood from the second handshake when I swiped my fingertips from your lips or from my palm. For people with vision, how easy and satisfying it will be to quickly understand the essence of the meaning expressed by the other party by observing the subtle facial expressions, muscle trembling and gestures of the other party. We used to want to use our vision to grasp the external characteristics of people's faces and see through the hearts of friends or acquaintances. I also want to ask you: Can we accurately describe the faces of five good friends? Some of us have been able to carry out experiments. I asked some husbands about the color of their wives' eyes. We often look embarrassed. Frankly speaking, wives often complain that their husbands are concerned about their new clothes. The color of the new hat and the change of home furnishings are visual. People's eyes have long been accustomed to the things around them. In fact, they only pay attention to the amazing and spectacular things. Even if they watch the magnificent wonders, their eyes are lazy. Court records reveal how accurate witnesses see every day. Some witnesses will look at an event from several aspects. Some people watch more than others. Few people see their eyes cut into things. Give me three days of light, how much will I see! The first day will be very busy. I will call all my dear friends, look at their faces for a long time and engrave their internal and external images in my heart. I will also look at the baby's face to capture the longing and innocent beauty brought by the conflict of life before the establishment of human consciousness. I will also look into the faithful eyes of my puppies-solemn and quiet little scottie, Da Ji, strong and sensible Darden and enthusiastic Helge. Naive and naughty friendship gave me great comfort. On the first busy day, I also observed simple things in the room. I want to see the warm color of the carpet under my feet, draw the house on the wall and turn it into some intimate gadgets. My eyes will be piously fixed on books read in Braille, and some books that can be read in printed fonts will make me more interested. In the long dark night of my life, I read books and people read to me. It has become a brilliant and huge lighthouse. I have pointed out the deep passage of life and mind, and I can see the next world. In the afternoon, I went hiking in the forest and intoxicated my eyes. In a few hours, I tried my best to absorb those splendid and vast wonders in front of those who often show normal vision. On my way back from an outing in the forest, I will take the path near the farm, watch the horses on the farm (maybe I can only stand by the tractor) and watch the people who live near the land and enjoy themselves. I shine, touch the miracle of sunset and pray. When dusk comes, I feel happy because I see foreign things with the help of human light. When the higher self declared darkness, human beings created light to extend their horizons. On the first visual night, I fell asleep and my heart was full of memories of the day. Glanced at past lives in a hurry. I want to see the miracle of human progress constantly changing. Can it be compressed all day? When I got my sight through the museum, I wanted to get up at dawn the next day to see the amazing miracle that night turned into day. I looked up at the magnificent panorama of dawn in awe, and at the same time, the sun awakened the sleeping earth. I looked at the world in a hurry, past and present. I want to see the miracle of human progress constantly changing. Can you compress a whole day for more than 1000 years? When I pass by the museum, I often visit the new york Museum of Self-History and show many exhibits by hand. I am eager to see with my own eyes the brief history of the earth and its inhabitants in the exhibition-drawing giant dinosaurs and saber-toothed elephant fossils of animals and humans according to their own environment. Before humans appeared and conquered the animal kingdom with their short stature and powerful brains, they roamed the earth. The museum also vividly introduces the development of animals, humans and labor tools. After using some tools, human beings have created a safe and secure home on this planet. The museum also introduces countless aspects of history. I know how many readers of this article have seen all kinds of living animals depicted in attractive museums. When many people don't have the opportunity, I believe many people who have the opportunity don't take advantage of it. There is a good place to use their eyes, and I spent many days in sight. With the help of imagination, I can only look at me for three days. The capital art museum shows people just as the history museum shows the material face of the world. The human spirit has countless small aspects. In the whole stage of human history, human beings' desire for artistic expression is strong, almost as urgent as treating food, hiding place and reproducing offspring. In the huge exhibition hall of the Capital Art Museum, the spirits of Egypt, Greece and Rome are displayed. In front of me, I clearly knew the gods and goddesses of ancient Nile countries through my hands. I touched the replica of the Parthenon and felt the rhythmic beauty of the Athenian commandos Apollo and Venus. And Samorius, the winged god of victory, let me go. Homer's hairy and bearded face is extremely precious to me, because I also know how to be blind. Reluctantly miss Rome, sculpting realistic marble. I have touched Michelangelo's moving and heroic stone statue of Moses. I feel the power of Rodin. I'm afraid of the Goths' love for woodcut. Being able to touch works of art means a lot to me. I can only guess that I see beauty and I can appreciate Greek vases. Simple lines and some patterns decorated me, but I looked at them and the sky gave me light. The next day, I searched for the human soul through art. I will see something I know better by touching it. The whole magnificent painting world is open to me, from early Italian art with quiet religious color to modernist art with crazy style. I carefully observe the oil paintings of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian and Rembrandt. I want to appreciate the warm colors of Velonsa, study the mystery of Al grieco, and re-observe the great self from Connor's paintings. We have eyes, and people can appreciate the richness and beauty of art in past dynasties. You can also briefly comment on the great art world in front of you. I can only get a superficial impression. Artists tell me that a profound and true art connoisseur must train his eyes, and he must learn to judge lines and composition through experience. The quality of shapes and colors is good or bad, so I have an eye for how happy I am to engage in fascinating research. I heard that many people have a vision, and the art world still needs to improve before it can explore the world. I reluctantly left the Capital Art Museum with a beautiful key. When you meet people, you often need to find a beautiful key in the Capital Art Museum. The same key is smaller, and the small bookshelves in museums and even libraries are waiting for me. I think I have foresight. In the limited time, I should choose a key and open it in a short time. I saw the light again where the treasure was. I want to spend the second night in the theater or cinema. Even now, I often go to the theater. The plots of all kinds of performances must be spelled out by a companion in my hand. I want to see Hamlet's charming style with my own eyes or live in the bright clothes of Elizabethan times. Falstaff, I want to see Hamlet's graceful movements and abundant energy, because I can only watch one scene, which makes me find it difficult. Because there are dozens of scenes, I want to see a play. I can see any scene that children like. When we watch a drama, a movie or any scene, I know how many people realize and appreciate the visual miracle of letting children enjoy color, beauty and action. Because my life is limited to the touch of my hands, I can enjoy the beauty of rhythmic exercise. I can only vaguely imagine the beauty of my chin, although I know the rhythm pleasure, because I can often feel the beat when the music shakes the floor. I can totally imagine rhythmic movements setting a pleasant scene in the world. I can infer some static beauty by touching the lines of marble statues with my fingers. Everyone can love watching dynamic beauty, which is even more exciting. I miss Yue Se Jefferson, who made me talk and do my favorite performances. Today, I spend my life in the daily world. People often go to places like new york where people can find more activities and conditions. This city has become my destination. The next morning, I am eager to meet the dawn again, because I believe that for those who can really see, I will repeat the new beauty at dawn every day forever. According to the time limit of my fictional miracle, I have sight. On the third day, I had no time to spend my regrets and hopes. Because there are so many things to see, I dedicate them to the first day. The next day, my friends, living and inanimate, showed me that man and his history. Today, I spend my life in the daily world. People often go to places, but where can I find people with many activities and good conditions like new york? This city has become my destination. I started in the small and quiet suburb of my parents' island, Frost, surrounded by green grass. Trees and flowers have neat little houses, happy voices and activities of women and children, and the working people in the city are very happy. I drove across the steel belt bridge across the East River and got a brand-new impression of the strength and originality of the human brain. Busy boats rattle and speed along the river-high-speed boats sail slowly, and I have to watch it with the snorting tugboat one day. I want to spend a lot of time enjoying the cheerful scenery by the river. When I looked forward, new york stood in front of me-as if it had been deleted from God's page. What great buildings are there in this city. Some magnificent churches, spires, huge stone and steel banks-it's really like the gods themselves are building a vivid picture. Millions of people live a part of their lives every day. I know how many people will look back. Few people see the magnificent scenery, perhaps because they are too familiar with it. I hurried to the top floor of one of the huge buildings, the Empire State Building, because a long time ago I looked down at a city with my secretary's eyes. I am eager to compare my imagination with reality. I believe that showing all the scenery in front of me will definitely disappoint me. At this time, because of the scenery in my other world, I began to travel around the city. First of all, I stood on a busy street corner and just watched people trying to understand their lives by observing them. I'm glad to see them smiling. I am proud to see the children make serious decisions; I am sad to see the children, but I am full of sympathy. I walked along Fifth Avenue. I looked around, looking at a special target, only looking at the kaleidoscope of colorful scenery. I'm sure that while I have a vision, the color setting of women's clothes in some active groups will never make me tired of gorgeous scenery. I may be like most women-interested in the fashion styles of other clothes, paying attention to a lot of gorgeous colors, and making sure that I have become a habit of not changing windows. I set my sights on the fifth place because I saw countless exquisite exhibits. I walked around the city, from the street-Park Avenue to the slum, from the factory to the children's playground. I also visited the foreign residential area and made an overseas trip. I always keep my eyes open and watch all the happy and painful scenes, so as to investigate and understand people's work and life in depth. My heart is full of images of people and things. My eyes never let go of a little thing and try to pay close attention to everything I see. Some scenes are pleasant and intoxicating. Some are extremely sad and sad. I will never close my eyes to others, because they also live in front of some people. Closing your eyes is equivalent to closing your heart and your mind. I have vision, and the third day is over. Maybe there are some important and serious things that I need to spend the rest of my time to see and do. I'm worried about going to the theater to watch a lively and interesting drama in the evening to appreciate the harmony of human mind. At midnight, I will get rid of the plight of the blind, the short time will end, and the eternal night will approach me again in just three days. Since I can see it, I want to see it. Only when the darkness attacked me again did I feel how much I had left, and my heart was full of sweet memories, leaving me little time to regret. I touch everything, and my memory clearly reflects everything. Briefly describe how I spent three days seeing the light again, which may be in line with my own arrangement, assuming that I know I am blind. I believe that I will try my best to look at things I have never seen before and store my memories. Everything I saw with my own eyes is more precious than expectation.