If you give me three days of light

Chapter 9 Joy and Surprise

Reading is another important aspect of learning, so during the second period of my education, Mrs. Sullivan began to teach me to read.

As soon as I could spell the few words that I could count in the alphabet, Miss Sullivan gave me some pieces of cardboard with raised letters on them.I soon learned that each raised word represented some object, some behavior, or some quality.The teacher gave me a frame and asked me to make short sentences with the words I had mastered, and then put them on the frame.But before arranging short sentences with these pieces of cardboard, I was used to representing the sentences in kind.For example, I have cardboard pieces of "doll", "yes", "on..." and "bed" in my hand. Then, I will put each piece of cardboard on the relevant object, and then put the doll on it. On the bed, put cards with "yes", "on..." and "bed" next to them, which not only vividly expresses the content of the sentence, but also strengthens the memory of vocabulary, and also uses words to create A sentence.

One day, Teacher Sullivan put the cards "girl (girl)", "is (is)", "in (in...in)" and "wardrobe (wardrobe)" in my hand, and then I put the " The word girl” was pinned to the apron and a few other words were placed on the frame, and it became one of my favorite games.My teacher and I would sometimes play for hours at a time, often designing everything in the house into our sentence making games.

These card games are the basic training leading to the reading world, and also the initial stage of entering the reading world.Soon, I started to pick up the "beginning reader" to find the words I already knew.Once you find a word you know, it's as exciting as finding a person hiding in a hiding place while playing hide-and-seek.In this way, I officially entered the world of reading.

In the beginning, my teaching materials and courses were not formal.Even if you study very seriously, it is just like playing a game, not like a class. Miss Sullivan always uses some beautiful stories and touching poems to explain what she has to say.If you find that I am interested, you will continue to discuss with me, as if you have become a little girl yourself.Under her patient guidance, I am very interested in grammar, arithmetic, and problem explanations that require rigorous thinking that children hate.These things are still very good to recall now.

Miss Sullivan followed my heart everywhere, and showed her unique patience to my hobbies and requests, which I can't explain, maybe it's because of her long-term contact with blind people!She has a wonderful talent for describing things.Nor did she bore me with tedious details; she never scolded me if I forgot what I was given.She can explain the boring scientific knowledge to me vividly and step by step, so that I can remember what she said in my heart unconsciously.

We often go for walks outside, read and study in the sunny woods.Here, I learned something that smelled of the woods—the resinous pines and wild grapes that seemed to linger years later.

Sitting under the rich shade of the tulip tree, we feel that everything in the world is worthy of serious consideration and study, and can inspire people.Everything that buzzes, sings, sings, or blooms is the object of my study.I often go to catch frogs, crickets and grasshoppers, and then hold them in the palm of my hand, quietly waiting for their chirping.There are also the fluffy chickens, the blooming wild flowers, the kapok, the violets by the river, the soft fibers and fluffy cottonseeds, the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the cornfield, the rustling sound of the corn leaves colliding with each other, which is loved by us. The captured pony grazing on the grass, its angry neighing and the smell of green grass from its mouth, all left a deep imprint in the back of my mind.

Sometimes, when the red sun is about to rise, I will sneak out of bed and sneak into the garden. At that time, the morning dew will fill the air, and the flowers and grass will be covered with crystal dewdrops.Who can appreciate the infinite joy of holding a rose gently in the palm of your hand, who can know the beauty of a lily swaying in the morning breeze?When picking flowers, I occasionally catch insects hiding among the flowers. I can feel them being pressured by the outside world, and they are about to fly, and the faint sound of their wings vibrating.

The orchard is another paradise for me, where the fruits begin to ripen in early July.The big, fluffy peaches would drop themselves into my hands.A breeze blew through the trees, and overripe apples rolled to the ground.I held up the apron and picked up the apples that fell to my feet one by one and put them inside. I put my face on the apples and savored the residual heat of the sun above. That feeling was so wonderful!I used to jump for joy on the way home.

Teacher Sullivan and I like to take a walk on the deserted and dilapidated Keller Pier by the Tennessee River. It was built for the landing of troops during the Civil War.We stayed there for hours, playing and learning about geography.We used pebbles to build embankments, islands, lakes, and rivers, and we learned a lot of new knowledge unconsciously in the game.

Miss Sullivan told me that we live on a big, round earth, and told me about its volcanoes, buried cities, moving glaciers, and many other anecdotes. Have relish, feel that the world is really wonderful.

In order for me to receive the most intuitive education, Miss Sullivan also made a three-dimensional map out of clay, so that I could touch the raised ridges with my hands.Sunken valleys and meandering rivers.I like all these, but I can't always tell the equator from the poles.

In order to describe the earth more vividly, Miss Sullivan replaced the lines of latitude and longitude with thin lines, and replaced the axis running through the north and south poles with a tree branch. All these are so realistic that whenever someone mentions the temperate zone, it will come to my mind. Make a series of woven circles.If someone said that polar bears would climb that pole at the North Pole, then I would definitely believe it.

My least favorite homework is arithmetic, because I have no interest in numbers.Miss Sullivan taught me to count by stringing beads on a thread, and to learn addition and subtraction by fiddling with straw sticks. However, my interest was short-lived, and I got bored after failing to solve five or six problems each time.After finishing a few arithmetic problems every day, I will think that my task is completed, and then I will find my friends to play with peace of mind.

I also learned zoology and botany in this playful way.

Once, I received a fossil from a gentleman whose name I have forgotten.Among them are shell fossils with beautiful patterns, sandstone fossils with bird paw prints, and fern fossils.These fossils were my golden keys to the ancient world, and they made me listen with horror to Miss Sullivan's tales of hideous beasts with strange and difficult to pronounce names.These beasts wandered around in the primeval forest, tore off the branches and leaves of the big trees for food, and finally died silently in the ancient swamp.For a long time, those monsters have always seen me in my dreams. That geological period was so dark and terrible, in stark contrast to the beautiful world of today.

How happy people should be now!The sun was shining all over the land, the flowers were blooming, and the field echoed with the sweet hooves of my pony.

I have also received beautiful shells from friends.So, Mrs. Sullivan told me how the little mollusk built such a colorful shelter for itself; how the Nautilus went boating on its "pearl boat" in the quiet night when the water was calm on the blue Indian Ocean.I listened with relish.

I learned a lot about the living habits of marine animals, such as how small coral polyps form beautiful coral islands in the deep Pacific Ocean, etc. After learning these knowledge and anecdotes, the teacher gave me a book called "Package I read the book "The Nave of the House", from which I learned about the shell-making process of molluscs.At the same time, it also made me understand that the development of human wisdom is like the shell-making process of molluscs. The smart nautilus uses its wonderful mantle to absorb substances from seawater, and then converts them into a part of its body, becoming a pearl, while people It is through the same transformation with bits and pieces of knowledge that precious pearls of thought are formed.

The growth of plants also gave me a lot of inspiration.Teacher Sullivan bought a lily for me and put it on the sunny window sill.Soon, green, pointed buds stretched out one by one.The buds are covered with leaves, like slender fingers, and the leaves unfold slowly, as if they don't want people to see the gorgeous flowers inside.But once it started, the speed of the leaves opening accelerated, but it was still in good order, without panic or confusion, without losing the original order at all.The most amazing thing is that among the many lovely buds there will always be one that is the largest and most eye-catching. Its posture is more graceful and luxurious than other buds. It seems that the flowers hiding in the soft and smooth coat know that they are divine. The king of flowers, after the other shy sisters took off their green headscarves, the branches were covered with blooming flowers, and the fragrance came out, which made people feel refreshed.

The window sills at home are filled with flower pots of various colors, among which a spherical glass fish tank is dotted.I don’t know who put 11 tadpoles in it. I excitedly put my fingers into the water and felt the tadpoles swimming freely between my fingers. One day, a bold guy jumped out of the fish tank and fell heavily on the ground. On the floor, dying when I found it.As soon as I put it back into the water, it quickly dived to the bottom and swam happily.It has jumped out of the fish tank and seen the world, but now it has to stay in the glass tank under the fuchsia upside down willingly, until it turns into a frog.At that time, it will jump into the tree-lined pond by the garden, and use its elegant and passionate love songs to break the silence of the summer night and make it a world of music.

In this way, I feel life itself and draw knowledge and strength from it.In the beginning, I was just an ignorant little girl. It was Teacher Sullivan who made me live in the joy and surprise of love without worry, and made everything in my life full of love.She never misses any opportunity to let me appreciate the beauty of everything in the world. She always cares about me in her heart, always remembers her responsibilities, and does her best to make my life better and more meaningful.She realizes that the mind of a child is like a stream of water running a thousand times along its bed, reflecting now flowers, now shrubs, now light clouds, and so on.She tried her best to guide me, because she knew very well that a child’s heart, like a brook, needs to be supplemented by mountain spring water before it can merge into the Yangtze River, and the rolling mountain peaks are reflected on the mirror-like river. It reflects the charming faces of flowers, the shadows of green trees and the blue sky.

For teachers, it is not difficult to lead children into the classroom, but how to impart really useful knowledge to children is difficult.My teacher and I love each other and are inseparable. I will never be able to tell how much of my love for all beautiful things is born naturally in my heart, and how much is enlightened under her careful guidance.She has become a part of my life and I am following in her footsteps.All the good things in my life belong to her. My talents, ambitions, and joys are all given to me by her kindness and love.

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