Excerpt: "If you give me three days of light"

1 I'm really relaxed and happy in this green garden. There are tendrils crawling on the ground, drooping jasmine, and a very rare flower called butterfly lotus. Because its easily falling petals resemble the wings of butterflies, it is called Butterfly Lotus, which gives off the smell of My Sweetie. But the most beautiful ones are the wild roses. In the greenhouse in the north, it is rare to see this climbing rose in my home in the south. It crawled everywhere, hanging upside down on the balcony in a long string, emitting fragrance without any dust. Every morning, it feels so soft and noble under the irradiation of dew, which makes people intoxicated. I can't help but think from time to time, so is the exposed orchid in God's imperial garden!

Birds are chirping and singing in spring, and fruits and wild roses are everywhere in summer. When the grass is yellow and the leaves are red, it will be late autumn. Three beautiful seasons passed by in a hurry, leaving a beautiful memory on a lively babbling child.

However, the good times don't last long, and the happy times always end prematurely. A spring full of beautiful songs of robins and larks and full of flowers quietly disappeared in the pain of high fever. In the terrible February of the following year, I suddenly fell ill and had a high fever. The doctor's diagnosis was acute gastric congestion and cerebral congestion, and they declared that it could not be saved. But one morning, my high fever suddenly subsided, and the whole family was inexpressibly surprised by the miracle. However, this high fever has made me lose my sight and hearing, as ignorant as a baby, but they, my family and doctors, are completely ignorant.

However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will die, but usually we imagine that day in the distant future. When we are relaxed and healthy, death is almost unimaginable, and we seldom think about it. Time stretches in endless prospects, so we do trivial things and hardly realize our boredom with life.

How is it possible that I walked alone in the Woods for an hour and didn't see anything worth noting? I myself, a person who can't see things, found a lot of things that interested me just by feeling. I feel the perfect symmetry of a leaf. I fondly touch the smooth bark of birch or the rough bark of pine. In spring, I touch the branches of the trunk, looking for buds hopefully, which is the first sign that nature wakes up after sleeping in winter. I touched the pleasant velvet texture of the flower and felt its wonderful entanglement. Someone showed me some natural wonders. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I can put my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy trembling of a singing bird. I am very happy to let the cold water of a stream flow through my open fingers. For me, thick pine needle carpets or soft and elastic grass are more popular than the most luxurious Persian carpets. For me, the spectacular and gorgeous display of the four seasons is an exciting and endless drama. The performance of this play poured out through my fingertips.

On the first day, I want to see those people whose kindness, simplicity and friendship make my life worth living. First of all, I hope I can stare at my dear teacher for a long time, Annie? Sullivan? Lady Macy's face. When I was a child, she came to me and opened the outside world for me. I will not only see the outline of her face in order to treasure it in my memory, but also study her appearance and find vivid signs of her tenderness and patience out of sympathy. This is how she accomplished the arduous task of educating me. I hope to see in her eyes the strong character that can make her stand firm in the face of difficulties and the sympathy for all mankind that she often reveals to me.

I don't know what it means to see a friend's heart through the window of the soul. I can only "see" the outline of a face with my fingertips. I can detect laughter, sadness and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends by feeling their faces. However, I really can't describe their personalities by touching them. Of course, through other methods, through the thoughts they expressed to me, through any actions they showed me, I also learned something about their personalities. But I can't have a deeper understanding of them, and that kind of understanding, I believe, can be obtained by seeing them, observing their reactions to various expressed thoughts and situations, and paying attention to their eyes and facial reactions.

People with vision, their eyes soon get used to the routine of things around them, and they actually only pay attention to amazing and spectacular things. However, even if they watch the most magnificent wonders, their eyes are lazy. Court records reveal how inaccurate the witness sees every day. An event will be "seen" by several witnesses in several different ways. Some people see more than others, but few people can see everything in their field of vision.

The first day will be very busy. I will call all my dear friends, look at their faces for a long time and engrave the external traces of their inner beauty in my heart. I will also keep my eyes on a baby's face, so that I can capture that kind of longing and pure beauty before the personal consciousness caused by life conflict is established.

I don't know how many readers of this article have seen all kinds of living animals depicted in that attractive museum. Of course, many people don't have this opportunity, but I believe that many people who have the opportunity don't make good use of it. There is really a good place to use your eyes. You can spend many meaningful days there with your eyesight, but I can only catch a glimpse of it with my imaginary three-day eyesight.

10 I reluctantly left the Capital Art Museum, which contained the key to beauty. However, people who can see often don't need to go to the Capital Art Museum to find the key to beauty. The same key is still waiting on the shelves of smaller museums and even small libraries. However, in the limited visual time in my imagination, I have to choose a key to open the place with the greatest treasure in the shortest time.

1 1 In a scene, I don't know how many people know and appreciate the visual miracle that makes you enjoy its color, beauty and action. Because I live in a range limited to touch, I can't enjoy the beauty of rhythm. But I can only vaguely imagine the beauty of a chin, although I know a little rhythmic pleasure, because I can often feel the beat of music when it vibrates the floor. I can totally imagine that rhythmic exercise must be the most pleasant sight in the world. I can infer several points by touching the lines of the marble statue with my fingers. If this static beauty can be so lovely, the dynamic beauty you see must be more exciting. One of my most precious memories is Yue Se? Jefferson asked me to perform his beloved ribs in his manners? Wan? Touch Wink's face and hands.

12 the next morning, I will greet the dawn again, eager to find new happiness, because I believe that for those who can really see, the dawn of every day must be a new beauty that will be repeated forever. According to the deadline of my imaginary miracle, this will be the third and last day I can see. I won't have time to spend on regrets and desires, because there are too many things to see. On the first day, I dedicated myself to my friends, whether alive or lifeless.

13 trees and flowers, neat little house, full of happy voices and activities of women and children, very happy, is a quiet rest place for working people in the city. 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 rush in the river-fast boats, slow, snorting tugboats. If I can see one day in the future, I will spend a lot of time watching the cheerful scene in this river. I looked ahead, and in front of me stood new york, a strange tall building, located in a city that seemed to have stepped down from myth. What a great building! These splendid church spires, these huge stone and steel banks and slopes-it's really like God built them for himself. This vivid picture is part of the daily life of millions of people. I wonder, how many people will look back? Very few, I'm afraid. They turned a blind eye to the magnificent scenery because it was all too familiar to them.

14 My heart is full of images of people and things. My eyes never let go of a little thing easily. It tries to pay close attention to everything it sees. Some scenes are pleasant and intoxicating; But some are extremely sad and sad. For the latter, I will never close my eyes, because they are also a part of life. To close your eyes in front of them is to close your heart and mind.

15 I can give a hint to those who can see-a piece of advice to those who can make full use of their natural eyesight: make good use of your eyes as if you would be blind tomorrow. The same method can also be applied to other senses. Listen to the beauty of music, listen to the songs of birds, and listen to the powerful tunes of the orchestra, as if you will be deaf tomorrow. Touch whatever you want, as if your touch will decline tomorrow. Smell the fragrance of all the flowers and taste every mouthful, as if you can't smell or taste it tomorrow. Make full use of every sense, and be proud of all the pleasant and beautiful details that the world has shown you through several means of contact endowed by nature! However, among all the senses, I believe that vision must be the most pleasing to the eye.

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