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在我的记忆中,我平生最重要的日子,是我的老师安妮·曼殊菲尔·沙莉文来到我身边的那天。这一天联系着我两种截然不同的生活,每想到这一点,我的心里便充满着神奇之感。那是1887年3月3日,距离我满七岁还有三个月。在那个重要的日子的下午,我一声不响地站在大门口,我在等待。我从妈妈的手和屋里匆忙来往的人们,模糊地感到某种不寻常的事情就要发生。因此我来到门口,在台阶上等待着。午后的阳光穿过覆盖在门廊上的金银花,落在我仰着的
The most important day in my life in my memory was the day my teacher, Anne Mansfield Phil Sally, came to me. This day is linked to my two very different lives, each thought of this, my heart is full of magical feeling. It was March 3, 1887, and I was seven years old and three months away. On the afternoon of that important day, I stood silently at the gate, and I was waiting. From my mum’s hands and the hurrying people in my room, I vaguely felt something unusual happened. So I came to the door and waited on the steps. Afternoon sun through the covered honeysuckle on the porch, fell on my back