Helen Keller is a famous blind and deaf woman writer and speaker in the 20th century in America. With a strong will, she was admitted to Radcliffe College of Harvard University and became the first blind and deaf person in the world to complete her college education. She was selected as one of the "Top Ten Idols of Humanity" by Time magazine and awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Give me three days of light is the most famous masterpiece in Helen Keller's prose. From the perspective of a weak woman who is physically disabled and determined, she warns people who are physically healthy to cherish life and cherish everything given by the creator. In addition, The Story of My Life included in this book is an autobiographical work by Helen Keller, which is regarded as "an unparalleled masterpiece in the history of world literature".

Helen Keller

Helen Keller is an extraordinary woman. She was born deaf, dumb and blind, but she made extraordinary achievements. Miraculously learned English, French, Latin and other languages, and was admitted to Cambridge University. Her works have been translated into many languages. Her spirit is admired and loved by hundreds of millions of people.

We all know that we are doomed to die. But this day seems far away. Of course, if people are healthy and sound, who will think about it and who will think about it all day? So they eat all day and do nothing.

Sometimes I think, if people live every day as if it were their last, how wonderful it would be! This will show the value of life more. If we think that the years are still quite long, our daily life will not be so meaningful, energetic and enthusiastic.

We are so tired of life. Are we not so tired of treating our talents and using our organs? Only the blind cherish the light more. This is especially true for people who are blind and deaf in adulthood. However, those who are alert and observant never make good use of their talents. They turn a blind eye, turn a deaf ear and have no appreciation. This is a daily - happened thing. Once something is lost, people will miss it. People only think about health and happiness when they are sick. If everyone is allowed to be blind for a few days at some stage in adulthood, silence will teach them to truly appreciate the joy of noise …

Please think about this question: if you only have three days of light, how will you use your eyes? Thinking about three days later, the sun will never rise in front of your eyes. How will you spend your precious three days? Where will you put your eyes?

Education of love

E de Amicus (1846- 1908),/kloc-the most famous Italian writer in the 9th century, loved learning and military life since childhood. He became an infantry officer when he was young and wrote a book, Military Life.

El de Amicus has traveled to many countries and published a series of travel notes, most notably Spain, Morocco and Constantinople. However, Amicus is good at describing family life and school life, and his works such as Friends and Everybody's Carriage are quite famous in Italy. The education of love made him a world-class writer.

Children all over the world like to read Education of Love, and some countries use it as a textbook for primary school students.

The Education of Love is a children's novel written by Italian writer Armitage in 1886. The novel was written from the first day of grade four in 10 to July of the following year, with the eyes of Enrique, a preschool boy. The book contains *** 100 articles, including all kinds of touching stories around Enrique, parents and sisters. And the wonderful monthly story read by 10 teacher in class. In the short 20 years from the birth of 1886 to 1904, this book has been printed in more than 300 editions. Since 100 years ago, it has been a best seller and has been adapted into comics, movies and comics for many times, with worldwide influence.

This book is one of the series of "Picture Books for Children's Literature in the World". The pictures are exquisite, which keeps the flavor of the original and gives readers the essence of the original style.

The Education of Love is an infectious children's novel. It expresses the greatest feeling of mankind-love through a diary written by a fourth-grade pupil. This book tells countless short stories that happened in school and life. It tells our young readers that one should not only learn all kinds of cultural knowledge from an early age, but also learn something more important than this. It is love and respect for the motherland, hometown, people, parents, teachers, classmates and everyone around us. Every story in the book is very touching, and the lines are full of children's innocence and interest. The translation of this book won the Italian government cultural award awarded by the Italian Embassy in China in 2000 for its beautiful and vivid expression.

The education of love is recognized as "required reading" in the growth of life.

Library catalogue

The author's preface

October

first day at school

Our teacher

Unfortunately.

Children of calabria

my old friend

Generous personality.

My second-grade female teacher

In the attic

school

Patriotic teenagers in Padua (monthly story)

November

Chimney cleaner.

All souls' day (1 1 2nd of the month)

My friend Carona.

Charcoal burners and gentlemen

My brother's female teacher.

My mother

My classmate Korety.

headmaster

Ordinary soldiers

Nally's protector

First place in the class

Lombardy's Little Sentinel (Story of the Month)

poor people

December

cry one's wares

showy

Head field snow

Little bricklayer

snowball

Female teacher

The home of the injured

The little scribe in Florence (monthly story)

will

Be grateful

January

substitute teacher

Dadi's library

The blacksmith's son

Enjoy a happy party.

Funeral of King vittorio Emma Nuer

Franti was expelled from school.

Young Drummers in Sardinia (Story of the Month)

Love one's country

be jealous of

Franti's mother.

hope

February

A grand award ceremony

determination

toy train

despotic

Industrial injury

prisoner

Dad's keeper (monthly story)

workshop

Circus children

The last day of carnival

blind child

A sick teacher

Road civilization

March

evening school

fight

Children's parents

Prisoner 78

A child who died young.

The day before March 14.

Awarding/distributing/distributing/awarding prizes

be picky

My sister

Blood of ferruccio (Monthly Story)

A seriously ill little mason.

Earl of Gawol

April

spring

King humberto.

kindergarten

Gymnastics class

My father's teacher

Recover from a serious illness

Friends who love workers

Carona's mother.

Giuseppe Mazzini

Heroic behavior of citizens (monthly story)

May

Children with rickets

sacrifice

fire

From Apennines to Andes (Monthly Story)

summer

poetic sentiment

Deaf girl

June

Raisin biscuit

army

Italy

32 degrees

My father

Go hiking in the country

Evening school graduates award ceremony

The death of a female teacher

thank

Passenger Ship Crash (Monthly Story)

July

Mother's last words

check

oral examination

Say goodbye to ...

brief Introduction of the content

/kloc-in the winter of 0/892, my childhood was shrouded in a dark cloud, which depressed me for a long time.

Everyone is immersed in pain, anxiety and fear. Books have lost their appeal to me. Now, when I think about it,

I still shudder at the thought of those terrible days.

The reason is simple: it was the first autumn after I learned to speak, and I wrote an article entitled.

The short story "Frost King" was sent to Mr. Annanos of Perkins School for the Blind, but I didn't expect this.

This brings trouble. In order to clarify this matter, I must write down the truth of the matter before I can go back to me and.

Miss Sullivan deserves justice.

I wrote the novel Frost King.

That was the first story I wrote after I learned to speak. In summer, we live in the villa for more time than.

It always grows in previous years. Miss Sullivan often describes to me how beautiful the leaves are in different seasons, which makes me

I remembered a story that someone read to me, so I unconsciously remembered it. But I thought at the time.

I am "creating a story", so I am eager to write it before I forget it. My thoughts are still there.

Like the surging spring, I write a thousand words, completely immersed in the joy of writing. Fluent language,

Vivid images jump on the tip of the pen, and every word is written on the braille board for the blind.

Now, I am sure that if something comes to my mind effortlessly, it won't.

It's a product in my mind, not picked up from others. But at that time, I was interested in this kind of thing.

It is difficult to distinguish the boundaries of thought. Even now, I often can't tell which ones are in my head.

Things are written in books by others. I think it's probably because I got the right thing.

Impression, mostly through other people's eyes and ears!

After the story was written, I read it to Miss Sullivan. Now I still clearly remember how I made pottery.

Indulge in those wonderful paragraphs, and how to be troubled by words that need to be repeated if they are mispronounced. I

Read it to the whole family at dinner, and everyone was particularly surprised. I didn't expect that I could write so well.

Someone also asked me if I read it from any book.

Their questions surprised me, because I can't remember anyone who has read this novel to me at all. therefore

I answered loudly and confidently, "No, I created it myself. I want to present it."

For Mr. Anders. "

Later, I copied it again and revised Autumn Leaves according to their suggestions.

It is called "Frost King" and is given to Mr. Anders to celebrate his birthday. I never dreamed of it.

It is this birthday present that has brought me what kind of trouble and what kind of harm.

I copied it?

Mr Anders likes this novel very much, so he published it in Perkins School for the Blind.

In the school magazine. But it didn't take long for my complacent mood to fall into the abyss of pain and despair. I realized that

Shortly after the Boston incident, it was discovered that the "Frost King" and Miss Margaret Campbell had written an article called

The novel Frost Fairy is very similar. This article was written before I was born, the bird and its

There is this story in Friends. The two stories are very similar in thought, content and words.

Therefore, some people say that my novel is copied from Miss Campbell.

At first, I didn't know the seriousness of this problem. When I learned about it, I felt both surprised and surprised.

Sadness. I have suffered the pain that no child has ever felt. This makes me feel ashamed, makes me feel ashamed.

The person I love most is suspected by others. I don't understand what this is about! So twisted

I tried my best to think about what books I had read before writing Frost King and whether I had read the descriptions there.

Frost's articles or books. I don't remember them, but I have a vague impression that someone mentioned Jack.

Frost, there is also a poem for children, entitled "Fantasy of Frost", but

I didn't quote them.

At first, although Mr. Anders, who was deeply troubled by this matter, believed me very much, he was still so generous.

Treat me. However, things are getting worse and worse. In order to make him happy, I tried my best to show my spirit.

Pretend to be happy.

While celebrating Washington's birthday, I also participated in a masked play performed by my classmates.

Goddess of grain. I wore beautiful clothes and colorful autumn leaf ties that day.

Garlands, feet and hands are full of fruits and grains. But these colorful and lively scenes,

Can't alleviate my deep sadness.

If you give me three days of light (excerpt)

Robinson Crusoe is a famous British writer Daniel? Defoe wrote it in his later years, describing the unfortunate shipwreck of Robinson on a voyage. He was the only survivor of the whole ship, and he drifted to a desert island. Robinson planted crops and built houses on this desert island and survived through hardships. But his desire to return to this world fascinated him how to get out of this hellhole. After repeated efforts and failures, finally, he was at 660.

Let me add some more: Robinson Crusoe.

Daniel? Defoe

Robinson Crusoe is an English novelist Daniel? Defoe's masterpiece is a literary masterpiece with wide spread and great influence. Showing a strong bourgeois enterprising spirit and enlightenment consciousness. The author writes a fictional scene with vivid details, which makes people immersive and makes the story have a strong sense of reality. Robinson, the hero of the novel, has also become a famous literary image in the history of European literature.

My father wants me to study law, but I am bent on sailing. One day, I went to Hull City, and one of my companions was going to London on his father's boat. Nothing moved me more than this. I had to go with him-it was August of 165 1, and I was nineteen years old that year.

As soon as the ship sailed out of the sea, it was hit by a terrible storm, which made me feel unspeakable sad and terrible. I swear with pain that if God leaves my life on this voyage, I will definitely return to my dear parents after landing, and I will listen to their advice from now on.

But the next day the wind stopped and the waves stopped. The sun sets in the west, followed by a beautiful and lovely night. At this time, I drank a bowl of sweet wine brewed by my companion, and I put my determination to go home after this voyage behind me. My habit has brought great misfortune to my life-willful actions often bring me disasters, but when disasters come, I always refuse to seize the opportunity to repent. I left the danger behind when it passed.

After the first stormy voyage, I experienced several different adventures. When I went to Guinea, Africa to do business, I was caught by a Turkish pirate ship and sold as a slave. After many difficulties and dangers, I fled to Brazil to run a sugarcane plantation alone, and my life went smoothly. But at this time, I became a victim of temptation. Because Brazil is short of manpower, several planters know that I have been to some slave market ports in Africa to do business.

If you listen to bad ideas, you will be in trouble. Our ship hit the rocks on an unnamed island on the north coast of South America, and all the sailors and passengers were drowned. God bless, I was the only one washed ashore by high waves and saved my life. All I had at that time was a knife, a pipe and a little tobacco in a box. When my physical strength is restored and I can walk, I will walk along the coast. To my great joy, I found fresh water. After drinking water, I put a handful of tobacco in my mouth to relieve my hunger. I live in a tree, sleep comfortably, feel refreshed, and the sea is calm. But what pleased me most was that I saw the boat. At low tide, I saw it close to the coast, and I found it convenient to swim to it. There is only one dog and two cats left on the boat, and there are no other creatures. However, I started to work. In order to transport those things to an inlet on the island, I specially made a raft and made a flat highland with fresh water on the island as my residence. Bread, rice, barley and wheat, cheese and mutton, sugar, flour, boards, logs, ropes-all these, plus a few muskets, two pistols, several shotguns and one. And-that's the most useless-36 pounds. All these things are transported from the ship to the shore day after day-between two low tides. On the evening of the thirtieth day, my handling work was completed. When I lay down, I was still scared as usual, but my heart was full of gratitude, because I knew that I was ready to deal with this desert island in the future and felt at ease.

There are many wild fruit trees on the island, but it took me a long time to find them. There are also goats running around the island, but if I don't get guns and ammunition from the ship, what good will they do me? Therefore, I have reason to thank the merciful God for putting the boat on the coast until I bring everything useful to me.

There are still many things to be done to ensure that I can survive on this island. I did as many things as I could that I had to do one after another. But my efforts are not always lucky. When I first planted the seeds of barley and rice, half of these precious stocks were wasted because I didn't sow them in time. I worked hard for several months and dug several cellars to store fresh water. It took 42 days. I cut a big tree into my first long board. I worked hard for several weeks to make a mortar for pounding wheat, but in the end I had to hollow out a large piece of wood. It took me five months to cut down a big Chinese fir, split it and cut it again, and made a decent canoe to escape from the island, but I had to discard it because I couldn't get it into the sea.

As for the natural environment, there are storms and earthquakes on the island. I also adapted to everything at that time. I planted and harvested my barley and wheat. I picked wild grapes and dried them to make very nutritious raisins; I raise tame goats, then kill them, smoke them and pickle them. Because of the diversity of food, the supply is not bad. Twelve years have passed, and I have never seen anyone on the island except myself. Until that important day, I met a light footprint on the beach.

On a sunny day, I seem to be struck by lightning. I listened carefully and looked around, but I heard nothing and saw nothing. I ran to the seaside and went to the sea to see, there was only one footprint! I was terrified to the extreme and fled back to my residence like a chased person. I didn't dare to go out for three days and nights

This is the best explanation for being afraid of people! 12 years of pain and efforts, 12 years of struggle with the natural environment, even because of a person's footprint and terror! But that's the truth. After observation, I learned that this is a cannibalism habit of those people on that continent. They took the prisoners captured in the war to that part of the island where I seldom go, killed them and had a big meal. One morning, I saw thirty barbarians dancing around the bonfire through the telescope. They cooked a prisoner and two were about to put it on the fire. At this time, I rushed down at them with two loaded muskets and a big knife, saving a prisoner who had no time to eat. I named the person I saved "Friday" to commemorate his rescue on this day, and his voice became the first voice I heard on this island in 25 years. He is young and smart, and he is a barbarian of a high tribe. Later, during my stay on the island, he has been my reliable partner. He told me about the mainland on Friday after I taught him a few words of English. I decided to leave my island. We built a boat, this time not far from the coast. Just when we were almost ready to sail, 2 1 barbarian took three prisoners and took three canoes to the island for a banquet. One of the prisoners is white. This really makes me angry. I loaded two shotguns, four muskets and two double-ammunition pistols, gave Friday a small axe and drank a lot of sugarcane wine. I brought my own broadsword, and we rushed down the mountain and killed them all, only four barbarians escaped.

One of the prisoners is Friday's father. This white man is a Spaniard, a survivor of the ship I saw hit the rocks on my island a few years ago. At that time, I also took more than 1200 gold coins from the boat, but I didn't care about the money, because they were not worth more than many sands on the beach.

I gave the Spaniard and Friday's father guns and food, and told them to take the shipwrecked sailor on the Spanish ship to my island in my newly built ship. While waiting for them to come back, an English ship broke down near my island because of sailors' troubles. I helped the captain get his boat back and returned to England with him. When we left, we took two honest sailors with us. They also wanted to go back to England. Some sailors who caused the most trouble stayed on the island. Later, the Spaniards came back and settled on the island. At first, they quarreled with each other, but after settling down, they finally established a prosperous colony. A few years later, I was lucky enough to go to that island again.

When I left the island, I had been there for 28 years, 2 months and 29 days. I always thought I would be happy in England, but I didn't expect to be a stranger there. It's a pity that my parents have passed away, otherwise I can be filial to them now, because besides the 1200 gold coins I got from the Spanish ship, there are still 20,000 pounds waiting for me to collect from an honest friend. This friend is the captain of Portugal. Before I went to that unlucky job, I entrusted him with the management of my manor in Brazil. I have lived on the island for 28 years for this mission. I'm glad to see him so honest. I decided to pay him 100 Portuguese gold coins every year and 50 Portuguese gold coins every year after his death as their lifelong allowance.

I got married and had three children. I never roam again, except because I want to visit the island where I live and make another voyage. I live here, grateful for the enjoyment I don't deserve, and determined to make the longest trip of all. If I have learned anything, it is to realize the value of retirement and pray for peace for the rest of our lives.