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Three Days to See假如拥有三天光明Helen Keller/海伦.凯勒All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours, but always wewere interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set up thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances.What events, what experiences,what What associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry,” most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, as not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.

LakeofAutumnIrememberquiteclearlynowwhenthestoryhappened.Theautumnleaveswerefloatinginmeasuredowntotheground,recoveringthelake,whereweusedtoswimlikechildren,underthesunwastheretoshire.Thattimeweusedtobehappy.Well,Ithoughtwewere.Butthetruthwasthatyouhadbeenlongingtoleaveme,notdaringtotellme.Onthatpreciousnight,watchingthelake,vaguelyconscious.Yousaid:"ourstoryisending."Therainwaskillingthelastdaysofsummer,youhadbeenkillingmylastbreathoflove,sincealongtimeago.Istilldon'tthinkI'mgonnamakeitthroughanotherlovestory.Youtookitallawayfromme.AndthereIstand,IknewIwasgoingtobetheoneleftbehind.ButstillI'mwatchingthelake,vaguelyconscious,andIknowmylifeisending示范朗读音频链接下面是文章中文翻译秋之湖我仍清晰地记得故事发生的时候。秋天的叶子漂浮在测量倒在地上,恢复了湖,在那里我们像孩子一样,经常去游泳是在阳光下,州里找回来。那时我们是幸福的。哦,我是这样认为的。可事实上你早就想离开我,只是不敢告诉我罢了。在那美丽的夜晚,眼望湖水,恍惚中。你对我说:"我们的故事结束吧。"雨水扼杀着所剩无几的夏日,而你也在扼杀我奄奄一息的爱,因为很久以前的事了。我仍不认为我要让经历另一段爱情故事。你把一切都带走了。我只有,悄然伫立,早已明白自己将会是那个被遗弃的人。而我依然凝望着湖水,恍惚中,我知道我的生命已经结束了。