海伦凯勒自传-世界经典故事读后感精选

《海伦凯勒自传-世界经典故事》是一本由凯勒著作，中央编译出版社出版的平装图书，本书定价：28.00元，页数：432，特精心收集的读后感，希望对大家能有帮助。

《海伦凯勒自传-世界经典故事》读后感(一)：《海伦凯勒自传》前言

This book is in three parts. The first two, Miss Keller's storyand the extracts from her letters, form a complete account of herlife as far as she can give it. Much of her education she cannotexplain herself, and since a knowledge of that is necessary to anunderstanding of what she has written, it was thought best tosupplement her autobiography with the reports and letters of herteacher, Miss Anne Mansfield Sullivan. The addition of a furtheraccount of Miss Keller's personality and achievements may beunnecessary; yet it will help to make clear some of the traits of hercharacter and the nature of the work which she and her teacherhave done.

For the third part of the book the Editor is responsible,though all that is valid in it he owes to authentic records and to theadvice of Miss Sullivan.

The Editor desires to express his gratitude and the gratitudeof Miss Keller and Miss Sullivan to The Ladies' Home Journal andto its editors, Mr. Edward Bok and Mr. William V. Alexander, whohave been unfailingly kind and have given for use in this book allthe photographs which were taken expressly for the Journal; andthe Editor thanks Miss Keller's many friends who have lent him her letters to them and given him valuable information; especially Mrs. Laurence Hutton, who supplied him with her large collection of notes and'anecdotes; Mr. John Hitz, Superintendent of the Volta Bureau for the Increase and Diffusion of Knowledge relating to the Deaf; and Mrs. Sophia C. Hopkins, to whom Miss Sullivan.

《海伦凯勒自传-世界经典故事》读后感(二)：我看到《海伦凯勒自传》的精彩片断

It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history ofmy life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting theveil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task ofwriting an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classifymy earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike acrossthe years that link the past with the present. The woman paintsthe child's experiences in her own fantasy A few impressions standout vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows ofthe prison-house are on the rest." Besides, many of the joys andsorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidentsof vital importance in my early education have been forgotten inthe excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not tobe tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only theepisodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important.

I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town ofnorthern Alabama.

The family on my father's side is descended from CasparKeller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One ofmy Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich andwrote a book on the subject of their education——rather a singularcoincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not hada slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a kingamong his.

My grandfather, Caspar Keller's son, "entered" large tractsof land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told thatonce a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her.

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《海伦凯勒自传-世界经典故事》读后感(三)：You Are the Legend

The Story of My Life is the autobiography written by Helen Keller in 1902-1903, showing people various phases of her early life since she suffered the grievous illness which deprived her of her sight and hearing. Although she was merely a twenty-year-old girl when she wrote about her life, we can acquire a great deal of her life philosophy.

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Pick one picture of Helen at random, and you will discover the invariable smile on her lips, tender and slight, like a vulnerable flower. Then fancy yourself as Helen, and you may well start to worry how tedious and gloomy life can be without a bit of light or sound. Your instinct will give you a strong sense of sympathy for Helen, who in your eyes is no more than a miserable weakling.

To change the common views of herself, I believe, is one of Helen’s intentions to write the book, in which things written are all brimming with vigor, beauty and courage without a trace of complaint.

She never gave up her rights to smell and appreciate the fragrance of life. My memories of youth have already dimmed or even ebbed away, while hers look as clear as something happened yesterday. Mimosa’ delicate blossoms in spring, stripped trees and bushes in autumn, and the first few tiny flakes descending in winter are all glamorously depicted by her perceptive heart, which makes the things dead in our mind for a long time alive again and even nicer. We see the world through eyes without giving our heart a chance to touch it; however, Helen felt the world with her sense remained and engraved it on mind.

Her unceasing pace to climb up the academic ladder gives me an even greater shock. Having almost an empty notion of language, she learnt how to write and use English miraculously. (I still don’t understand how even after reading it.) To facilitate her communications with others, Helen gradually enabled herself to speak and to read lips. Afterwards, she mastered German, Latin, Greek and French successively, and to acquire the admission from Harvard, she even learnt to solve mathematical problems in Braille. However, a bunch of people in the world with intact bodies and every access to progress even lack the initiative to move forth. They wander around, spoiling the gift from God, and don’t bother give it an attention.

Helen treated people with due polite, neither humble nor pushy, for which she won quite a few precious lifelong friends who were either willing to help or to enlighten. It is their selfless and endless love altogether with her personal struggle that shaped Helen into a roll model whose spirit and deeds shall be passed on into the future. While reading, I question myself if I could trouble to be a friend of Helen’s and take time to get myself understood and understand her. I hesitate to give my answer. Thus, Miss Sullivan, I suppose, should be praise and modeled after as well.

“Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.” “There is joy in self-forgetfulness.” So I tried to make light in others’ eyes my sun, the music in others’ ears my symphony, the smile on others’ lips my happiness.” These are the philosophy of Helen’s I quote from the book. I can imagine how her smile was when she typed down the brief but inspiring words, tender and slight, like a legendary flower.