How I Discovered Words
Helen Keller*
1 The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l". I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them, pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk. But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
6 One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap, also spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both. Earlier in the day we had had a tussle over the words "m-u-g" and "w-a-t-e-r". Miss Sullivan had tried to impress it upon me that "m-u-g" is mug and that "w-a-t-e-r" is water, but I persisted in confounding the two. In despair she had dropped the subject for the time, only to <4> renew it at the first opportunity. I became impatient at her repeated attempts and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it upon the floor. I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet. Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst. I had not loved the doll. In the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness. I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed. She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine. This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought,
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海伦·凯勒*
1中最重要的日子是我一生的那一天我的老师—萨莉文小姐来到我家,到我这里来。我心中充满了好奇。当我把以前迥然不同的生活。它是1887年3月3日,三个月以前,我七岁了。
一会儿,沙利文慢慢地拼写在我手中d-o-l-l”这个词。我是在一次有兴趣在这个手指玩耍,试图模仿它。当我终于成功地把信我是正确的天真地快乐和骄傲。我的母亲,我跑下楼来,我的手举起的信函的洋娃娃。我不知道我是拼字甚至的话,我只是做存在用手指模仿而已。在接下来的数天,我学会了用这种方法有许多拼写单词,在他们中间的外人、销、帽子、杯子和几个动词喜欢坐、站立和行走。但是老师教了我好几个星期以后,我才知道每样东西都有一个名字。
6有一天,当我在玩我的新玩具,沙利文小姐把我的大布娃娃进我的膝盖,也d-o-l-l”和“拼写,试图让我明白“d-o-l-l”应用于两者兼而有之。在今天早些时候我们有一个争论这句话:“m-u-g”和“w-a-t-e-r”。沙利文小姐曾试图打动它临到我,”m-u-g”和“w-a-t-e-r杯”是水,但我坚持混杂。在绝望中,她已经下降了主体的时候,只有4 >,《第一次机会续借。我开始变得不耐烦了,在她的新玩具,抓住它,我摔在地板上。我非常高兴的时候,我觉得这个碎片的破娃娃在我的脚下。我永远也不后悔的热情的导火索。我不喜欢这个洋娃娃。在黑暗的世界里,我住在没有强烈的感情和压痛。我觉得我的老师打扫碎片的一边,和我的壁炉