Helen's fifteen-day weather forecast

The most important day in my life is the day when my teacher Anisha Sullivan came to my home. This is1March 3, 887, when I was only six years and nine months old. Recalling the completely different life before and after, I can't help but sigh. That afternoon, I stood silently in the corridor. Judging from my mother's gestures and my family's hasty judgment, I guess something unusual must have happened. So I quietly walked to the door and stood on the steps and waited. The afternoon sun shone on my upturned face through the honeysuckle covered with the balcony. My fingers twist the flowers and leaves, stroking the blooming flowers to welcome the spring in the south. I wonder what miracles will happen in the future. At that time, after weeks of anger and distress, I was exhausted. Friend, have you ever sailed in the fog? Driving the big ship nervously in the fog, sailing slowly to the other side carefully, my heart pounding for fear of an accident. Before I received an education, I was like a ship in the fog. I have neither a compass nor a detector, so I don't know that the port is approaching. I silently shouted in my heart: "Light! Light! Give me light! " At this moment, the light of love shines on me. I felt footsteps coming towards me, thinking it was my mother, and I immediately held out my hands. However, a stranger took my hand and held me tightly in his arms. It seems to me that she is the one who inspires me with the truth of the world and gives me deep love-Miss Anne Sullivan. The next morning, Miss Sullivan took me to her room and gave me a doll. Later, I learned that it was a gift from the students of Perkins School for the Blind. These clothes were sewn by old Lola herself. I played with dolls for a while. Miss Sullivan took my hand and slowly spelled the word "doll" on her palm, which made me interested in finger games and imitated painting on her hand. When I finally spelled this word correctly, I was very proud and blushed with joy. I immediately ran downstairs and found my mother and spelled it for her. I didn't know it was writing, or even that there was such a thing as writing in the world. I was just imitating Sullivan's movements. From then on, I learned to spell the words "PIN", "CUP" and "SIT", "STAND" and "WALK" in this uncomplicated way. Everything in the world has its own name, and the teacher taught me for several weeks before I understood it. One day, Miss Sullivan gave me a bigger new doll, put the old doll on my lap and spelled the word "doll" in my hand to tell me that this big doll is called "doll" just like the little one. Miss Sullivan and I had an argument about the words "cup" and "water" this morning. She wanted me to know that "cup" is "cup" and "water" is "water", but I confused the two. "Cup" is also "water" and "water" is also "cup". She had no choice but to put this question aside for the time being and practice the word doll again. I am really impatient. I grabbed my new doll, fell to the ground and broke it. I feel very happy in my heart. I feel neither shame nor regret losing my temper. I don't like dolls. In my silent and dark world, there is no tenderness and sympathy at all. Miss Sullivan swept the poor doll's broken skin to the stove and handed me my hat. I know I can walk into the warm sunshine again. We walked along the path to the well house, and the honeysuckle blooming on the roof smelled fragrant. Miss Sullivan put my hand under the spout, and a cool stream of water flowed through my hand. She spelled the word "water" on my other hand-"water", which was slow the first time and faster the second time. I stood still, watching the movements of her fingers. Suddenly, it dawned on me that there was a magical feeling stirring in my mind. I suddenly understood the mystery of language and knew that the word "water" was such a cool and wonderful thing that flowed through my hands. Water awakened my soul and gave me light, hope, happiness and freedom. The experience of the well room makes me want to learn. Ah! It turns out that everything in the universe has its own name, and each name can inspire my new ideas. I began to look at everything in a novel way. Back in the house, everything you touch seems to have life. I thought of the doll I broke, groped my way to the fire, picked up the pieces, and tried to put them together, but I couldn't. Remembering what I just did, I regretted it, and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time in my life. On that day, I learned many words, such as "father", "mother", "sister" and "teacher". These words make the whole world beautiful in front of me. I remember that beautiful night. I was lying in bed alone, full of joy and looking forward to a new day. Ah! Is there a happier child in the world than me? With the coming of summer, Miss Sullivan took my hand and walked along the Tennessee River, looking at the fields and hillsides where people were digging and sowing. We sat on the soft grass by the river and started a new life. Here, I understand the grace that nature has given to mankind. I know how sunshine and rain make trees thrive on the earth; I learned how birds nest, breed and migrate with the change of seasons. I also learned how various animals, such as squirrels, deer and lions eat and live. The more I know, the more I feel the greatness of nature and the beauty of the world. Miss Sullivan first taught me to appreciate beauty from dense trees, delicate grass leaves and my sister's little hands, and then taught me to draw the shape of the earth. She connected my enlightenment with nature and made me a happy partner of flowers and birds. But something happened during this period, which made me realize that nature is not always so kind. It was a bright morning, and my teacher and I walked to a far place. But on the way home, the weather became sultry, and we had to take a nap under the tree by the roadside several times. Take a last rest under a wild cherry tree not far from home. The branches are lush and easy to climb. Teacher Sullivan held them in his hand, so I climbed up the tree and found a branch to sit down. This tree is very cool and comfortable, so Miss Sullivan suggested having lunch here. I was so happy that I promised her to sit there quietly and wait for her to go back and serve the meal. Suddenly, the wind and cloud changed suddenly, the warmth of the sun disappeared completely, the sky was overcast and the soil smelled strange. I know this is a common omen before the storm comes. I feel an indescribable fear, a sense of loneliness isolated from my relatives and the earth. I sat motionless, clutching the trunk and shivering, praying for Miss Sullivan to come back soon. After a silence, the leaves rustled uniformly, and the strong wind seemed to uproot the trees. I clung to the branch for fear of being blown away by the wind. The tree shook more and more, and fallen leaves and broken twigs rained on me. Although I was anxious to jump down from the tree, I dared not move. I felt the earth shaking, like something heavy fell to the ground, and the vibration was transmitted from the bottom to the branch where I was sitting. When Miss Sullivan arrived, I was scared to shout. She grabbed my hand and helped me down. I hugged her tightly, and I was ecstatic to touch the solid earth again. I have gained a new knowledge-nature sometimes goes to war with her children, and hides claws under her gentle and beautiful appearance!