我的生活海伦凯勒摘抄 海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第35期

海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第35期  

Chapter XV
The summer and winter following the "Frost King" incident I spent with my family in Alabama. I recall with delight that home-going. Everything had budded and blossomed. I was happy. "The Frost King" was fotten.
When the ground was strewn with the crimson and golden leaves of autumn
and the musk-scented grapes that covered the arbour at the end of the garden were turning golden brown in the sunshine
I began to write a sketch of my life—a year after I had written "The Frost King."
秋天，大地撒满了深红色和金黄色的树叶。散发着麝香味的葡萄藤遮盖了花园尽头的凉亭。在阳光的照耀下，一串串葡萄变成了金灿灿的红褐色。置身其中，我开始用笔勾勒我的生活——此时已经距我写《冰雪之王》一年有余。
I was still excessively scrupulous about everything I wrote. The thought that what I wrote might not be absolutely my own tormented me. No one knew of these fears except my teacher. A strange sensitiveness prevented me from referring to the "Frost King"; and often when an idea flashed out in the course of conversation I would spell softly to her
"I am not sure it is mine." At other times
in the midst of a paragraph I was writing
I said to myself
"Suppose it should be found that all this was written by some one long ago!" An impish fear clutched my hand
so that I could not write any more that day. And even now I sometimes feel the same uneasiness and disquietude. Miss Sullivan consoled and helped me in every way she could think of; but the terrible experience I had passed through left a lasting impression on my mind
the significance of which I am only just beginning to understand. It was with the hope of restoring my self-confidence that she persuaded me to write for the Youth's Companion a brief accountof my life. I was then elve years old. As I look back on my struggle to write that little story
it seems to me that I must have had a prophetic vision of the good that would e of the undertaking
or I should surely have failed.
I wrote timidly
fearfully
but resolutely
urged on by my teacher
who knew that if I persevered
I should find my mental foothold again and get a grip on my faculties. Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode
I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward
and I beheld things invisible. Gradually I emerged from the penumbra of that experience with a mind made clearer by trial and with a truer knowledge of life.