Chapter IV
Chapter preface. Miss Sullivan walked up to me, gave me a hug, and conveyed love and warmth to me. In the days that followed, she began to write words in the palm of my hand, and my ignorant mind was opened little by little.
I felt someone coming towards me. I thought it was my mother and held out my hand to her. Someone grabbed it, picked me up, and held me tightly in his arms. She is the one who reveals everything to me and loves me above everything else.
The next morning, the teacher took me into her room and gave me a doll. It was given to me by the blind children at Perkins College, and it was hand-sewn by Laura Bridgeman;But I didn't know that at the time. After I played with the doll for a while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled "d-o-l-l" in the palm of my hand. It was only a few weeks after the teacher arrived that I realized that everything in the world has a name of its own.
One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll on my lap and spelled "d-o-l-l" in the palm of my hand, trying to make me understand that the word "d-o-l-l" applies to both dolls. Early in the morning, we had an argument over the word "m-u-g". Miss Sullivan wanted me to understand that "m-u-g" was "cup" and "w-a-t-e-r" was "water", but I was paranoid about confusing them. She had no choice but to stop the topic, but she had to repeat it when she had the chance. Eventually, I got impatient with her repeated attempts and grabbed the new doll and threw it the floor. When I felt the pieces of the doll at my feet, I felt so happy. After the outburst, I was neither sad nor guilty. I have no love for this doll in the first place. In my silent and dark world, there is no strong tenderness. I felt the teacher sweep the pieces of the doll to the fireside, and a sense of satisfaction arose as the unsettling factor disappeared. She brought me a hat and I knew I was going out to soak up the warm sun. This thought, if the feeling of being wordless can be called an idea, rejoices in me.
We walked along the path towards the well house. On the way, we were fascinated by the fragrance of honeysuckle on the roof. Someone was pumping water, and the teacher put my hand under the mouth of the pipe. As the cold water flowed through my fingertips, she wrote the words "W-A-T-E-R" on my other hand, slowly at first and then quickly again. I stood dumbfounded, intently feeling the movement of her fingertips. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I had forgotten something. As if I had been enlightened, I suddenly understood the mystery of language. Then I understood that "W-A-T-E-R" represented this wonderful and cool thing that flowed through my fingertips. This vivid word awakens my heart, gives it light, hope, and joy, and gives it the freedom to be liberated. Yes, the obstacle is still there, but it will certainly be cleared in time.
I left the well house, eager to learn more. Everything in the world has a name of its own, and each name can give birth to a new idea. On the way back to the house, I felt as if everything I touched was throbbing with life. That's because I look at things with a fresh perspective. As I walked in the door, I remembered the doll I had broken, and I fumbled my way to the fireside and picked up the pieces. I tried to piece them together, but in vain. My eyes welled up with tears as I realized what I had done wrong, and for the first time in my life I felt remorse and guilt.
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That day, I learned many new words. I can't remember exactly what they were, but I knew there must have been a "mother" among them—words that made the world a better place for me, "like Aaron's cane." When this memorable day passed, I lay in my little bed, reminiscing about the joy that this day brought me, there is simply no happier child in the world than me. And, for the first time, I had the idea of looking forward to tomorrow.
I think back to the events that took place in the summer of 1887 after my ignorant mind was opened. I did nothing but use my hands to ** things and learn the names of everything I touched;And the more I was exposed to things, the more I learned about their names and uses, the happier and more confident I felt.
During the first bloom of daisies and buttercups, Miss Sullivan led me through the fields, where preparations were being made for planting. We came to the banks of the Tennessee River, sat on the warm grass, and I received my first lesson on the gifts of nature. I learned how the sun and rain make the earth grow trees that are both visually pleasing and fruitful. I learned how birds nest, live, and grow on the move. I learned how animals such as squirrels, deer, and lions forage and inhabit. As my knowledge grew, I grew more and more fond of the world I live in. Before I could do math problems and draw the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me how to find beauty in the fragrant forest, in every little grass, or in the lines and bumps in my sister's palms. She connected my initial thoughts to nature and made me feel that birds and flowers were my happy companions.
By describing the beauty that "I" feel from nature, I express "I" praise for nature.
Food for Thought What kind of beauty does nature bring to "me"?
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Under the guidance of Miss Sullivan, "I" felt the beauty of nature, but will the feeling of nature always be so good?
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