If you give me three days of light

Chapter 7 Getting Closer to Nature

Ever since Mrs. Sullivan set fire to my life and opened my mind's eyes in the well room, I have used my hands all day long to feel the things I touch and remember their names.I am very happy and proud that the more I explore things, the more I learn about their names and uses, the more I feel connected to the outside world.

When summer comes, the earth becomes colorful and colorful flowers bloom one after another. Miss Sullivan took my hand and strolled leisurely along the Tennessee River, looking up at the fields and hillsides, where people are digging the soil and sowing seeds.We sat down on the soft grass by the river and started a new lesson in life.Here, I understand the grace of nature to human beings.I learned how birds build their nests, reproduce and migrate with the seasons; I learned how sunlight and rain make trees thrive on the ground; I learned about animals as diverse as squirrels, deer and lions How to forage, how to inhabit.The more I learned about things, the deeper I felt about the greatness of nature and the beauty of the world.

Miss Sullivan first taught me to find beauty. From the delicate grass, the thick tree, and my sister's small hands, I felt pleasure.Then, she taught me to draw the shape of the earth.She connected my enlightenment with nature and made me happy companions with flowers and birds.But something happened during this period, which made me feel that nature is not always gentle.

In my memory, it was a sunny morning, and my teacher and I went for a walk far away from home.But on our way home, the weather turned muggy, and several times we had to take a nap under a tree by the road.The last time we rested was under a wild cherry tree not far from home. The tree had lush branches and was easy to climb. Teacher Sullivan gave me a hand, and I climbed up the tree and sat down on a branch.It was so cool and pleasant in the trees that Miss Sullivan proposed to have lunch there.I was very happy, so I told her with gestures that I must sit quietly and wait for her to come back with lunch.

Teacher Sullivan didn't leave for a long time, and the sunny and hot day turned gloomy. In an instant, I felt the warmth of the sun disappear, followed by a sudden change of wind and cloud, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a strange smell emanated from the mud. taste.I knew it was a sign that often precedes a storm.I felt a kind of indescribable fear, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness separated from my family and the earth. I really hoped that Miss Sullivan's figure would appear immediately.

After a moment of silence, the wind suddenly picked up and the leaves rustled.The whole tree was shaking and seemed about to be uprooted.I hugged the branch in fright, lest I be blown away by the wind.The tree shook more and more, and it rained down on me with fallen leaves and broken twigs.I wanted to jump from the tree, but fear held me back.I felt the earth tremble now and again, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, and the tremors went up from below to the branch on which I was sitting.I was terrified to the extreme, and when I was about to cry out, a warm current spread from my fingertips all over my body, and Miss Sullivan's gentle face appeared before my eyes again, and she took my cold hand and pulled me from Get down from the tree.I hugged her close, wild with joy to have another touch of solid earth.I have gained a new kind of knowledge-nature sometimes wages war on her children, and her sharp claws are hidden under the gentle and beautiful appearance.

This unforgettable experience made me dare not climb trees for a long time, and even trembled when I thought of climbing trees.Until one day, the mimosa tree full of flowers and fragrance made me unable to resist the temptation again, and this fear was completely eradicated.

That spring morning was beautiful and fresh. I sat alone in the gazebo reading a book, and a faint fragrance rushed towards me, as if the "God of Spring" passed through the pavilion.I can tell that it is the floral fragrance of the mimosa tree.I decided to have a look, and at the end of the garden I found the mimosa tree growing at the bend of the hedgerow path.

The sweet-smelling flowers of the mimosa tree bloomed in the warm, dazzling sun and danced in the breeze, and the flowery branches almost fell to the grass.Those beautiful flowers, as long as they are touched lightly, they will fall one after another.I walked through the colorful petals of fallen flowers, approached the big tree, stopped there for a while, and suddenly had the idea of ​​climbing, so I stretched my feet to the open space of the branches, grabbed the trunk with both hands and climbed up.The trunk was too thick to hold firmly, and my hands were chafed by the bark, but I had a wonderful feeling that I was doing something wonderful.I climbed desperately until I found a comfortable seat.This seat is a small chair made by others a long time ago. Over time, it has become a part of the tree.I sat on it for a long time, enjoying the comfortable feeling of the breeze blowing like a fairy in the sky.Since then, I have often played on this osmanthus osmanthus, wandering in wonderful dreams.

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