If you give me three days of light

Chapter 6
On March 1887, 3, when I was exactly six years and nine months old, my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. This day was so important in my life that I remember it very well. .Her arrival has brought me a completely different life from before, which makes me deeply moved.

That afternoon, when my mother told me this particular event by hand, and I saw other people hurrying in and out, I walked silently to the door and stood in the corridor, waiting silently for Sally. The arrival of Miss Wen.

The afternoon sun was warm and soft, and it dappled through the honeysuckle leaves on the balcony and shone on my upturned face.Consciously or unintentionally, I twirled the leaves of the familiar flowers and plants, and caressed the flowers that bloomed to embrace the spring.I don't know what kind of miracles will happen in my future life, and what kind of doors life will open to me, and I haven't thought about it deeply.For weeks before this I had been worn out and distraught by grief, anguish, and rage.

Have you ever sailed a big ship in the vast fog and on the vast sea?Will you drive slowly and nervously to the other side?Is it not true that from time to time you will measure bearings and distances with various instruments, and your heart will be beating wildly, and you will be afraid of those unexpected events?In the years before receiving education, I was like this, like a ship sailing in the vast fog, without any measuring instruments, let alone knowing where my ultimate goal is.I often call out in my heart: "Light! Light! I want light!" It was at this time that this young lady who came to me illuminated my heart.

Suddenly, a keen sense told me that a series of light footsteps were slowly approaching me from far to near. It must be my mother. I stretched out my hands subconsciously.He took me with both hands, and held me tightly in his arms.At that time, I seemed to feel that this person can bring me light, can reveal the truth of the world for me, and can care for me as deeply as my mother. She is my good teacher and helpful friend—Miss Anne Sullivan.

Early the next morning, Teacher Sullivan called me to her room and gave me a beautiful doll.She later told me that it was a collective gift from friends at the Perkins School for the Blind, and that the doll's clothes were sewn by old Laura Bridgeman herself.I held the doll and played with it for a while, and Miss Sullivan spread out my palm and slowly spelled "the word doll" on it.I took this spelling with my fingers as an interesting game, and imitated drawing on her hand with great interest.Finally, when my spelling was confirmed to be correct by the teacher, I felt extremely proud and flushed with excitement. I ran downstairs quickly and spelled the words I had just learned on my mother's open palm.

At that time, I didn't know that this was spelling, let alone that there were words in the world. I just relied on my feeling and simply imitated Teacher Sullivan's movements.Although I only know what it is, I don’t know why, but I still learned a lot of words and their meanings in this way, such as: sit (sitting), walk (walking), pin (needle), stand (stand), cup (cup) and so on.After a few weeks, I gradually realized that everything in the world has its own name, and they are fixed.

One day, while I was playing with the new doll that Miss Sullivan gave me, she took my old doll and put it on my lap, and she spelled "doll" on the palm of my hand Words, I understand that both the big doll and the small doll are called "doll" and they have the same name.

One morning, I still couldn't understand the relationship between cup (cup) and waten (water), and I was entangled with Teacher Sullivan for a long time.She told me that "cup" is "cup" and "water" is "water", but I stubbornly think that "cup" is "water" and "water" is "cup", confusing the two.Seeing that I couldn't change my mind for a while, she had to put the question aside for a while and teach me to spell the word "doll (doll)" again.I was worrying about the problem just now, and now the practice is even more boring, I couldn't bear it, and I threw the doll on the ground, and I felt very happy.I never felt wrong to lose my temper like this, neither ashamed nor remorse, I don't know anything about cherishing dolls, in my world, there is only darkness and silence, and there is no way to be tender and compassion talk about.Miss Sullivan made no sign of my behaviour, but swept the shards over the stove, and I felt very proud and satisfied.Finally, she put the hat on my head, and I knew she was going to take me outside to feel the warm sunshine and breathe the fresh, pure air.

We walked along the path to the well house, and the honeysuckle on the roof was in full bloom at this time, bursting with fragrance.Someone is fetching water.Teacher Sullivan guided me to put one hand under the faucet, and a stream of cool water poured on my hand in an instant.Then she spelled the word "water" into one of my hands, slowly at first, and then gradually faster.I stood motionless, absorbed in the movements of her fingers.At that moment, inspiration hit my body, and I remembered something I had forgotten for a long time.I seem to have got the golden key to the language palace, and a magical feeling stimulates my brain.I made a thorough distinction between the words "cup" and "water," and this cool, wonderful thing that flows over my hand is water.

It can be said that water has opened my heart, light, happiness, hope and freedom are all given to me.Of course, there will still be many obstacles on the road to life in the future, but they will definitely be overcome in the end.

My thirst for knowledge became stronger and stronger, all because of being inspired by "water".Although everything in the universe is inextricably linked with each other, they have their own names, and each name inspires new ideas for me.When I got back into the room, I felt like everything I encountered was alive because I began to see everything in the world with a new perspective and fresh eyes.I thought of the broken doll, and groped to the stove, trying to put the pieces back together, but how could the broken things be as good as they were?Thinking of what I had done brought tears of regret to my eyes, and the realization that I had done something irreparable brought a deep sense of shame and remorse for the first time in my life.

On that day, I learned the spelling of many words, and now I still vaguely remember father (father), mother (mother), sister (sister), teacher (teacher) and so on.These words are like clusters of flowers that decorate my whole world extremely beautifully.At night, I lay on the bed happily, feeling that I had gained a lot this day, looking forward to the dawn of the rooster and starting a new study.I feel like the happiest kid in the world!
My soul was awakened by the arrival of Teacher Sullivan. She filled my heart with warm sunshine. It was the great teacher Sullivan who reshaped my life.

(End of this chapter)