我的生活海伦凯勒摘抄 海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第63期

海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第63期  

It seems to me that there is in each of us a capacity to prehend the impressions and emotions which have been experienced by mankind from the beginning. Each individual has a subconscious memory of the green earth and murmuring waters
and blindness and deafness cannot rob him of this gift from past generations. This inherited capacity is a sort of sixth sense—a soul-sense which sees
hears
feels
all in one.
I have many tree friends in Wrentham. One of them
a splendid oak
is the special pride of my heart. I take all my other friends to see this king-tree. It stands on a bluff overlooking King Philip's Pond
and those who are wise in tree lore say it must have stood there eight hundred or a thousand years. There is a tradition that under this tree King Philip
the heroic Indian chief
gazed his last on earth and sky.
I had another tree friend
gentle and more approachable than the great oak—a linden that grew in the dooryard at Red Farm. One afternoon
during a terrible thunderstorm
I felt a tremendous crash against the side of the house and knew
even before they told me
that the linden had fallen. We went out to see the hero that had withstood so many tempests
and it wrung my heart to see him prostrate who had mightily striven and was now mightily fallen.
我还有另外一位“树友”，同庄严的橡树相比，它显得相当随和而平易近人——这是一株生长在红色农庄庭院里的菩提树。在一个雷电交加的下午，我感觉房子的一边似乎受到了剧烈的碰撞，即使没有人告诉我，我也立刻猜出是菩提树被雷击倒了。于是我们都跑到院子里察看这位“英雄”到底经受了怎样的磨难，看到它奋勇抗争后又轰然倒地的景象，我不禁心如刀绞。
But I must not fet that I was going to write about last summer in particular. As soon as my examinations were over
Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook
where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous. Here the long
sunny days were mine
and all thoughts of work and college and the noisy city were thrust into the background. In Wrentham we caught echoes of what was happening in the world—war
alliance
social conflict. We heard of the cruel
unnecessary fighting in the far-away Pacific
and learned of the struggles going on beeen capital and labour. We knew that beyond the border of our Eden men were making history by the sweat of their brows when they might better make a holiday. But we little heeded these things. These things would pass away; here were lakes and woods and broad daisy-starred fields and sweet-breathed meadows
and they shall endure forever.
People who think that all sensations reach us through the eye and the ear have expressed surprise that I should notice any difference
except possibly the absence of pavements
beeen walking in city streets and in country roads. They fet that my whole body is alive to the conditions about me. The rumble and roar of the city smite the nerves of my face
and I feel the ceaseless tramp of an unseen multitude
and the dissonant tumult frets my spirit. The grinding of heavy wagons on hard pavements and the monotonous clangour of machinery are all the more torturing to the nerves if one's attention is not diverted by the panorama that is always present in the noisy streets to people who can see.