`He lost his arms in an accident that claimed his father's life—who was the main source of support for the family. Since then，he has had to depend on the arms of his younger brother. For the sake of taking care of him，his younger brother became his shadow，never leaving him alone for years. Except for writing with his toes，he was completely unable to do anything in his life.
One late night，he suffered from diarrhea and had to wake up his younger brother. His younger brother accompanied him into the toilet and then went back the dorm to wait. But being so tired，his younger brother fell asleep，leaving him on the toilet for two hours till the teacher on duty discovered him. As the two brothers grew up together，they had their share of problems and they would often quarrel. Then one day，his younger brother wanted to live separate from him，living his own life，as many normal people do. So he was heart-broken and didn't know what to do.
A similar misfortune befell a girl，too. One night her mother，who suffered from chronic mental illness disappeared. So her father went out looking for her mother，leaving her alone at home. She tried to prepare meals for her parents，only to overturn the kerosene light on the stove，resulting in a fire which took her hands away.
Though her elder sister who was studying in another city，showed her willingness to take care of her，she was determined to be completely independent. At school，she always studied hard. Most of all she learned to be self-reliant. Once she wrote the following in her composition：“I am lucky. Though I lost my arms，I still have legs；I am lucky. Though my wings are broken，my heart can still fly.”
One day，the boy and the girl were both invited to appear on a television interview program. The boy told the TV host about his uncertain future at being left on his own，whereas the girl was full of enthusiasm for her life. They both were asked to write something on a piece of paper with their toes. The boy wrote：My younger brother's arms are my arms；while the girl wrote： Broken wings，flying heart.
They had both endured the same ordeal，but their different attitudes determined the nature of their lives. It is true that life is unpredictable. Disasters can strike at any time. How you handle misfortune when confronted with it，is the true test of your character. If you choose only to complain and escape from the ordeal，it will always follow you wherever you go. But if you decide to be strong，the hardship will turn out to be a fortune on which new hopes will arise. In Chinese we
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We are living in a beautiful world. The thing is wonderful or terrible that is not depending on the thing itself but how you look upon it. If we look everything as the wonderful thing I think you will be happy every day, if you always complain everything that did satisfy with you, perhaps you will be sad all the time. Yes, attitude is everything. We are really live in a wonderful time. Nothing we are worry about. From the day when we are children on we are always told that we should being strong to face trouble. It’s possible that we didn’t know them completely. When we are child we are only thinking how to play without hesitation. As we are growing up we start to give our energetic to life. So we were beginning fed up with life and complain life. But we forget enjoy life. We should learn to the girl when we come to setback we should choice strong will. Let’s enjoy life from now.
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 we were 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 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 gentleness, vigor(活力), and a keenness of appreciation which is 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.
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 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.
Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep I feel the delightful, velvety（天鹅绒似的）texture( 结构) of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; And something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action fill the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding fullness to life.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for three days! COMMENT
For a normal person, we are always complaining everything that can’t satisfy us. I also complain the burden of life. But I know how to face with life in optimistic attitude after riding the paragraph. The power of sight for three days is a so primary demand that someone also don’t attach impotent to it. But for a person who was stricken blind and deaf. Obviously, it is a wonderful thing. “Time is money” someone say that but I think time is life, every minute every second. Life required our every organ work to watch or enjoy. If we know that, I think,
what a wonderful world we are living in. Please attach importance to every second when we live in the world. As the paragraph says: Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for three days!
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