by some miracle,

Helen said that if, by some miracle, she could open her eyes for three days, to be followed by a return to darkness, she would divide the period into three parts.

I said that if, by some miracle, I could lose my sight for three days, to be followed immediately by my return to the light, I would divide the period into three parts.

Helen said that on the first day, she would look at people whose kindness, gentleness and friendship made her life worth living.

I said, the first day, I also want to "see" people, lost my eyes I want to use another way to "see" the people around me. I had planned to touch each of their faces with my fingertips, and then try to feel their inner world with my heart. What an amazing, interesting experience it would be! But I had forgotten that it was the plan to be able to see clearly the faces of family and friends, whether joyful or sad. In the light, touch and feeling are so wonderful and interesting because they are based on sight. But when they were out of sight -- when in the darkness my fingertips trembled, because I could not rely on these hands to recognize those near and dear to me, the shapes that had once been so familiar to me became so strange; I was afraid, unconsciously, that I could not feel the thoughts of my friends, and that those who had been near and dear to me were so far away.

Helen says that on the first night she will be able to see, she will be unable to sleep, filled with memories of the day.

I said that on the first night when I lost my sight, I would lie awake, full of fear for the darkness, for this day, for this life.

Helen said, give her light the next day, she will search for the human soul through art.

I said, let me leave the light of the second day, I also through art to search for the human soul. In the darkness I have tried to understand the treasures of human civilization in the languages of the blind. I wanted to look at the progress of human history from a perspective I had never experienced before; I want to rediscover the fruits of human art through the perception that these hands bring. But I was too naive. For there is but one language in the world of the blind, except dot and dot; It was too narrow an Angle, and too little information could be learned from it; Because the lines and bumps felt by these hands cannot express one thousandth of the human desire for artistic expression. In this world, there is no color, no pattern, no trace of movement, everything is as dead as the general, only black in lukewarm, quietly spread.

Helen said that on her imaginary second night of sight, she didn't sleep because she spent the whole night enjoying dramatic literature.

I said that on the second night of my fictional existence in the dark, I didn't sleep well either, because all night LONG I waxed myself in a corner, as if to resist the invasion of the night, and I kept thinking about having the light.

Helen said on her third and last day of vision, the city was her destination.

The city was also my destination, I said, on my third and last day without sight. But I just want to stroll around. I don't care where I go. Although this city is where I was born, grew up and studied, I did not expect to have any more profound understanding of it in the dark. Perhaps, I just want to kill time quickly, so as to usher in the moment of seeing the light again. However, this day is especially long, always can not see the end. I spent this extremely slow rhythm day with nothing to do, and I and this day and now this impatient impatient society seems to be so incompatible, inexplicable loneliness in the heart like to drive me out of this world, the darkness let me feel some helpless.

At midnight, Helen said, her brief moment of freedom from her blindness would come to an end, and the eternal night would close upon her again, and yet she did not fall asleep, for her heart was filled with sweet memories.

At midnight, I said, my brief moment of blindness would be over, the eternal light would open its arms to me again, and I would still not fall asleep, for I was excited by the prospect of light.

Helen, who was blind, had a piece of advice to those who could see: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.

My advice to those who can see is this: use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.