假如我只有三天光明
suppose i could live for three days, my life would be filled with love and kindness. i wouldn’t care about the pain that comes after; i’d just keep moving forward, passing through the world with pride.
on day one, i decided to visit my home city, shanghai. i stepped onto the famous yuanting mountain, where i could see the vast landscapes of china from above. it was a beautiful scene, full of life and light.
i also visited the yuanjiu market, spending hours examining the history and culture of China in front of me. i could feel the warmth of history around me as i stepped closer to see the great主席 lecture by yang hung and shi yi, whose speech was deeply resonant for me. without being able to read my own vision, i focused on those memories that i had learned from yang hung and shi yi's words.
day two brought a different perspective. after spending hours at the bookshop, i decided to spend the next three days in the blind school. one of my friends invited me for a tour of the school, but she told me that if we were going to be unable to read, she would tell us how we should feel about it. without hesitation, i agreed and explained to her: "i will learn the stories that i have been reading."
the days of the blind school went by quickly. i spent hours walking through the park, taking in photos of nature and plants. the teachers at the school were kind and encouraging, teaching me about art and history without expecting me to feel any pain or sadness. i learned that some things could be learned long after I was completely blind.
on the last day, i returned home, still missing my way back. i had walked so many times through the same small streets, seeing the same old buildings over and over again. i was told that i would visit a blind school in the future to learn more about art and history, but i thought i would miss it as long as I was around. i sat on a bench outside my home, thinking of the teachers who had taught me so many things, and for the ones who would come by later when they saw that i could read now. i felt lucky to have them through all of this.
the third day brought a change in circumstances. instead of visiting the blind school with friends, i went straight back home. i sat on my porch, looking out at the world around me and thinking about how beautiful it was. i also told myself that, even though i was completely blind, i could still find ways to make connections and understand the world better. despite everything, i knew that i would never lose hope, or that there would always be people who could help me learn more.
days passed, but i kept walking through the same paths. i noticed some of the trees had grown taller, and some flowers had opened. even though it was getting dark outside, the light inside brought a sense of calm and hope. i spent my days reflecting on what I had learned from all of this: that no matter how much we lose, there is still life within us to find, and to continue to grow and change.
with three days gone, i was officially known as a completely blind person. but i knew that even though i wasn’t able to read, write, or speak, the world around me was still alive in my mind. i kept walking with the same purpose, always thinking of those teachers who had taught me so much, and hoping for the best.
the next day, when i returned home, i thought about how i could face the future without being able to read or see. i knew that some days would be hard, but i also knew that even then, there was light within. i kept thinking of those teachers who had taught me so much, and for them, even if their names were no longer in my mind, I would always feel safe knowing that they could continue to help me grow.
the next day after school, when i was going to盲人学校报名，i felt a little sad. although i couldn’t see the world or learn new things, i knew that there were still moments of light within me. and i knew that no matter what happened tomorrow, even if it wasn’t perfect, I would continue to find ways to make connections and understand the world better.
