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篇1：海伦凯勒英语故事
Helen Keller once wrote about these early days.
One beautiful spring morning I was alone in my room, reading. Suddenly a wonderful smell in the air made me get up and put out my hands . The spirit of spring seemed to be passing in my room. “What is it?”I asked. The next minute I knew it was coming from mimosa tree outside. I walked outside to the edge of the garden, toward the tree. There it was, shaking in the warm sunshine. Its long branches, so heavy with flowers, almost touched the ground. I walked through the flowers to the tree itself and then just stood silent. Then I put my foot on the tree and pulled myself up into it. I climbed higher and higher until I reached a little seat. Long ago someone had put it there. I sat for a long time... Nothing in all the world was like this.
Later Helen learned that nature could be cruel as well as beautiful. Strangely enough she discovery this in a different kind of tree.
One day my teacher and I were returning from a long walk. It was a fine morning but it started to get warm and heavy. We stopped to rest two or three times. Our last stop was under a cherry tree, a short way from our house. The shade was nice and the tree was easy to climb. Miss Sullivan climbed with me. It was so coot up in the tree, we decided to have lunch there. I promised to sit still until she went to the house for some food. Suddenly a change came over the tree. I knew the sky was black because all the heat which meant light to me had died out of the air. A strange odor came up to me from the earth . I knew it. It was the odor which always comes before a thunder storm. I felt alone, cut off from friends, high above the firm earth. I was frightened and wanted my teacher. wanted to get down from that tree quickly, but I was no help to myself. There was a moment of' terrible silence. Then a sudden and violent wind began to shake the tree and its leaves kept coming down all around me. I almost fell. I wanted to jump, but was afraid to do so. I tried to make myself small in the tree as the branches rubbed against me. Just us I thought that both the tree and I were going to fall, a hand touched me . It was my teacher. I held her with all my strength, then shook with joy to feel the solid earth under my feet.
Miss Sullivan stayed with Helen for many year. She taught Helen how to read, how to write and how to speak. She helped her to get ready for school and college. More than anything, Helen wanted to do what others did, and do it just as well. In time Helen did go to college and completed her studies with high honors. But it was a hard struggle. Few of the books she needed were written in the Braille language that the blind could read by touching pages. Miss Sullivan and others had to teach her what was in these books by forming words in her hands. The study of geometry and physics was especially difficult. Helen could only learn about squares, triangles and other geometrical forms by making them with wires. She kept feeling the different shapes of these wires until she could see them in her mind.
During her second year college Miss Keller wrote the story of her life and what a college meant to her. This is what she wrote.
My first day at Radcliffe college was of great interest. Some powerful force inside me made me test my mind. I wanted to learn if it was as good as that of others. I learned many things at college. One thing I slowly learned was that knowledge does not just mean power, as some people say. Knowledge leads to happiness because to have it is to know what is true and real. To know what great man of the past had thought, said, and done is to feel the heartbeat of humanity down through the ages.
All of Helen Keller's knowledge reached her mind through her sense of touch and smell, and of course her feelings. To know a flower was to touch it, feel it and smell it. This sense of touch became greatly developed as she got older. She once said that hands speak almost as loudly as words. She said the touch of some hands frightened her. The people seemed so empty of joy that when she touched their cold fingers it is as if she were shaking bands with a storm. She found the hands of others full of sunshine and warmth. Strangely enough Helen Keller learned to love things she could not hear, music for example. She did this through her sense of touch. When waves of air beat against her, she felt them. Sometimes she put her hand to a singer's throat. She often stood for hours with her hands on a piano while it was played. Once she listened to an organ. Its powerful songs made her moved her body in rhythm with the music. She also liked to go to museums. She thought she understood sculptures as well as others. Her fingers told her the true size and the feel of the material.
What did Helen Keller think of herself, what did she think about the tragic lost of her sight and hearing. This is what she wrote as a young girl.
Sometimes a sense of loneliness covers me like a cold mist. I sit alone, and wait at life ' s shut-door. Beyond there is light and music and sweet friendship. But I may not enter. Silence sits heavy upon my soul. Then comes hope with a sweet smile and said
softly “ There is joy in forgetting oneself And so I tried to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.
Helen Keller was tall and strong. When she spoke, her face looked very alive. It helped to give meaning to her words. She often felt the faces of close friends when she was talking to them to discover their feelings. She and Miss Sullivan both were known for their sense of humor. They enjoyed jokes and laughing at funny things that happened to themselves or others. Helen Keller had to work hard to support herself after she finished college. She spoke to many groups around the country. She wrote several books and she made one movie based on her life. Her main goal was to increase public interest in the difficulties of people with physical problems. The work Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan did has been written and talked about for many years. Their success showed how people can conquer great difficulties. Anne Sullivan died in 1936, blind herself. Before Miss Sullivan died, Helen wrote and said many kind things about her.
It was the genius of my teacher, her sympathy, her love which made my first years of education so beautiful. My teacher is so near to me that I do not think of myself as a part from her. All the best of me belongs to her. Everything I am today was awakened by her loving touch .
Helen Keller died on June 1st, 1968. She was 87 year old. Her message of courage and hope remains.
篇2：海伦凯勒英语故事
In the garden there were three butterflies, one red one, one yellow one, and one white one. Every day the three good friends played together, it was great. One day just as they were playing, it suddenly began to rain. The three butterflies’ wings were drenched by the rain, their whole bodies were trembling with cold.
The three butterflies few together to a red flower, and said to it: “Big Sister Red Flower, let us hide from the rain under your leaves.”
The red flower said: “The red butterfly can come in, but the others must leave.”
The three good friends shook their heads together: “We’re good friends, we came together, and we’ll leave together.”
They flew off to a yellow flower, and to the yellow flower said, “Big Sister Yellow Flower, let us hide from the rain under your leaves.” The yellow flower said: “The yellow butterfly can come in, but the others must leave.”
The three good friends shook their heads and said: “We’re good friends, we came together, and we’ll leave together.”
Then, they flew away to the white flower, and to the white flower said: “Big Sister White Flower, let us hide from the rain under your leaves!”
But the white flower said to them: “The white butterfly can come in, but the rest must leave.”
The three good friends still shook their heads together and said: “We’re good friends, we came together and we’ll leave together.”
At this time, Old Man Sun saw what was happening, and he hurriedly chased the black clouds away and made the rain stop.
The sky was finally clear, and the three friends again went again to play and dance among the flowers.
篇3：海伦凯勒英语故事
The little bird flew away, feeling a little tired, just trying to find a place to rest. Suddenly, ”whimpering,“ there was a sad cry in the distance. Who was this?
I flew close to worry, it was a little squirrel. ”Little squirrel, why are you crying so sad?“ he asked softly. ”The little squirrel said sadly,“ my two companions starved to death two days ago. You see, the trees here are almost all cut off.” The bird looked around, and it was not right. The place had been here before, and she said, “it used to be a thick forest, and the air was fresh. Many animal friends like to get together here... ”The little squirrel cried even more bitterly. The bird watched the little squirrel cry and said, “don't cry, you still go to find a place where you can live, and then you say goodbye to the little squirrel.
The little bird went on flying, and felt thirsty. He flew to a small river, and just wanted to drink water, but there came a painful groan from the water. Don't drink the water, the water... The pollution is serious, you see... Look, my brothers and sisters are almost dead... ”Because I was so thirsty, I didn't look at it closely, but I couldn't help but gasp. The river. Many of the fish were poisoned to death, and even if they did not die, they were doomed.
Bird trying in vain thirsty, continue to fly ah fly, insist on not to live any longer, finally came to the human residential, she finally can your thirst, she meet to drink a full, and then began her journey.
The little bird flew on and on, but today, what happened? She felt very tired, she seemed to have a cold, she had difficulty breathing, she flew, she could not hold on any longer, she slowly fell to the side of the hut. In her coma, she seemed to hear the distant factory “thundering” of the machine, not far away, a chimney blowing smoke... She even vaguely saw a very high sign that read: death zone.
Then she heard death scream: come, there are so many of your friends here... Poor in vain, she wished to say to mankind, “mankind, mankind, cherish the earth, that is to cherish yourselves! ”
Can you hear the bird, man?
篇4：海伦凯勒英语故事
Lulu didn’t want to go to the play. This Wednesday was going to be very busy. She had realty meetings and clients to drive around. Called “Narnia,” the play was based on the novel by C.S. Lewis. It was a musical. “You know that I don’t like musicals,” she told Walt. “I can never understand what they’re saying when they sing, and the music is not that good, either.” He told her that there were a lot of great musicals, famous just for their music if nothing else. She asked when he was going to take her to one.
Well, he said, someone had told him that this play was the one. She still said that she’d rather not go. He argued that they only went to a play once every two months, so please be ready. He would pick her up the next day at 7 p.m.
Throughout the next day, he thought about the play—maybe Lulu was right. He called up a couple of friends to ask if they had seen the play, but they had not. At about 6 p.m., he had the bright idea to Google the play. Sure enough, he found a site that contained music samples from the play. He sampled about six tunes; they did nothing for him. Lulu was right, he thought, at least about this play. He was going to call Lulu, but just then his sister called him. They talked for at least half an hour.
Walt finally called Lulu at 6:55 p.m. “You were right, honey,” he said. “The music is not very good. So let’s not go to the play, if that’s all right with you.” That was great, she said.
“So, let’s go to a movie,” she suggested.
“A movie? When?”
“Right now!” she said. She was all dressed up, and she was ready to go somewhere! But he wasn’t. He had already decided to stay in. “How about a movie tomorrow?” he asked.
“Tomorrow!?” she yelled over the phone. She was furious. Did he have any idea what a difficult day she had had, trying to finish all her realty work so that she would be ready by 7 p.m.? And then he had the nerve to call her up at 6:55 to tell her to forget it? Forget it?! Had he thought about calling her up earlier? Had he thought about asking her for her opinion before deciding everything on his own? “Of course not!” she said as she answered her own question. This was just one more example, she raged on, of how he had absolutely no respect for her, and she was tired of it. “We’re through!” she shouted just before hanging up.
篇5：海伦凯勒英语故事
The rabbit had four legs and jumped and ran quickly. The tortoise also has four legs, climb ah, climb ah, climb really slow. One day, the hare met the tortoise and said with a smile, “turtle, tortoise, let's race, shall we?” The tortoise knew that the rabbit was playing a joke on him, staring at a pair of small eyes and ignoring them. The rabbit knew that the tortoise did not dare to race with him. He was so happy that he began to dance, and made up a mountain song to laugh at him:
Tortoise, tortoise, crawl,
Early morning to pick up flowers;
Tortoise, tortoise, walk,
The evening was still at the door.
The tortoise is angry, say: “rabbit, rabbit, you don't strut, we come to race.”
“What, what? Tortoise, what do you say?
”Let's race.“
When the rabbit heard that, he almost burst his stomach: ”tortoise, you dare to race with me? Well, let's run from here and see who goes first to a big tree at the foot of the hill. Ready! One, two, three, --“
The rabbit ran away on its legs, running very fast, and soon it was very far away. He looked back and saw that the tortoise had only climbed a little way. He thought, ”the tortoise will race with the hare. It's a big joke!“ I have a great sleep here, and let him climb up here, no, let him climb up to the front, and I will catch up with him when I jump. ”La la la, la la la, the victory must be mine!" The rabbit turned his body to the ground, closed his eyes, and really fell asleep.
But he crawled, crawled, crawled, climbed, and waited until he reached the rabbit. The hare went to sleep again, and the tortoise wanted to rest for a while, but he knew that the hare ran faster than he did, and that he could only win if he kept on climbing. So he went on and on and on and on. Getting closer and closer to the tree, only a few dozen steps, a dozen steps, a few steps... Finally.
The rabbit? He's still sleeping! The rabbit woke up and looked back. Why, the tortoise was gone? Look ahead, oh, no! The tortoise has climbed under the big tree. The hare caught sight of it, but it was too late to catch up. The tortoise had already won. The tortoise wins.
The hare ran fast, the tortoise ran slowly, why did the tortoise win the race?
篇6：海伦凯勒英语故事
During the Spring and Autumn period, Nobleman ZhiBo of the Jin state eliminated the Fan clan [in battle]. There was a person who sought to take advantage of the defeated [and thus absent] Fan clan to steal some things from their house, and he saw that in their yard dangled a large bell. The bell was molded from the finest bronze, its shape and design were very fine indeed. The thief was extremely happy, thinking to take this refined bell and carry it back to his own house. But the bell was both big and heavy, and howsoever he tried, he couldn’t move it. He thought and thought, and came up with just one solution, which was to break the bell to bits, then take the pieces separately back to his house.
The thief found a sledgehammer, and swung at the bell with all his might. A loud “gong” sound rang out, startling the thief. The thief panicked, thinking this [enterprise] was spoiled, thinking “that kind of noise is tantamount to telling people that I’m here stealing the bell, isn’t it?” He was worried, and he flung is body at the bell, stretching his arms around it to try to still the sound, but really how could he stop it? The sound went on and on, ringing far and wide.
The longer he heard it, the more afraid he became, and withdrew his hands to press them against his ears with all his strength. “Yi, the sound has lessened, I can’t hear it anymore!” The thief became happy again, “How wonderful! If I cover my ears well, the sound can’t be heard!” covered his ears well, he couldn’t hear the sound at all! He immediately found two pieces of cloth and stopped up his ears, thinking that this way, no one else could hear the bell’s sound either. So he began smashing the bell, hitting it again and again, the ringing of the bell being heard even in far away places. People heard the bells sounds and came in great numbers, catching the thief.
篇7：海伦凯勒英语故事
Ill tell you a story， said the wind. Kindly remember， said the Rain， that its my turn to talk. Youve been howling around the corner at the top of your voice quite long enough.
Is that the thanks I get for all of the favors Ive done you？ the Wind blustered. Many an umbrella Ive turned inside out， or even blown to tatters， when people tried to avoid you.
Be silent！ It is I who shall speak， said the Sunshine， who spoke with such brilliance and warmth that the weary Wind fell flat on his back， and the Rain shook him and tried to rouse him， crying： We wont stand for it. This Madam Sunshine is forever interrupting us. Dont lets listen to her. What she says is not worth hearing.
And the Sunshine began： A beautiful swan flew over the rolling， tossing waves of the ocean. Each of its feathers shone like gold. One feather drifted down above a great merchant ship that sailed the sea with all its canvas spread. The feather came to rest upon the curly hair of a young overseer who looked after the goods aboard that ship - supercargo they called him. The bird of fortunes feather touched his forehead， became a quill pen in his hand， and brought him such luck that he soon became a merchant， a man of wealth， a man so rich that he could wear spurs of gold and change a golden dish into a noblemans shield. I know - I have shone on it， said the Sunshine.
The swan flew far away， over a green meadow where a little shepherd boy， not more than seven years old， lay in the shade of an old tree， the only tree in that meadow. As the swan flew past it， she brushed one leaf from the tree. This leaf fell into the boys hands， where it turned into three leaves， ten leaves - yes， it turned into all the leaves of a book. In this book he read of the many wonderful things that are in nature， about his native language， about faith， and about knowledge. Before he went to sleep he laid the book under his pillow to keep from forgetting what he had learned during the day. The wonderful book led him first to school， and then far into the fields of learning. I have seen his name where they carve the names of great scholars， the Sunshine said.
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