我生命中最重要的日子 海伦·凯特（1）

The Most Important Day in My Life
Helen keller
我生命中最重要的日子
海伦·凯特
（1）
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

记忆中我一生最重要的日子是我的老师安妮·曼斯菲尔德·莎莉来到我身边的那一天。当时离我满七周岁还差三个月。

On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. The afternoon sun penetrated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring. I did not know what the future held of marvel or surprise for me. Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.

在那个重大日子的下午，我一声不响的站在门廊上，满怀着期待的心情。从母亲的手势以及屋子里全家上下匆匆忙忙走来走去的情形，我隐约的感到一种不同寻常的事就要发生了。于是我走到门口，站在台阶上等待。午后的阳光透过遮满门廊的忍冬丛，照在我扬起的脸上。我不知道未来会带给我什么奇迹和惊喜。几个星期以来，我一直被愤怒和痛苦笼罩着，激烈的情感斗争让我深感疲倦。