It was a sunny winter day.I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me.He kept close to the wall,touching it lightly with his arm.I stood still and looked at him walking toward the tower."What does a blind man want to climb up the tower

It was a sunny winter day.I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me.He kept close to the wall,touching it lightly with his arm.I stood still and looked at him walking toward the tower."What does a blind man want to climb up the tower
It was a sunny winter day.I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me.He kept close to the wall,touching it lightly with his arm.I stood still and looked at him walking toward the tower.
"What does a blind man want to climb up the tower for?" I wondered,"Not the view (景色) certainly,perhaps he wants to jump." Thinking of this terrible reason,I thought I should follow him.
He went up slowly and stopped from time to time.I followed him a few steps behind.When he got to the first corner of the bell tower,I came close to him."Excuse me," I said as politely as I could,"but I wonder why you came up."
"You'd never guess." he said.
"Not the view or the fresh air on this winter day?"
"No." he said.
"Tell me,then."
He smiled,"Perhaps climbing up the tower.You have noticed — and yet,not being blind,perhaps you won't — how the sun shines into the tower through the windows here and there,so that one can feel the cool steps suddenly become quite warm,even in winter.But behind the wall there is shade (阴影).There is no place so good as this for feeling the difference between light and darkness.Though I'm blind,I also want to feel the happiness brought by the sunlight.In fact,it isn't my first time to be here." He said and seemed as pleased as a child.
I had never thought that even a blind man could have his way to enjoy the beautiful life.But we often paid no attention to its value because we never lost it.
We went down the tower together and I left him.From then on,I began to treasure what life has given me.

It was a sunny winter day.I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me.He kept close to the wall,touching it lightly with his arm.I stood still and looked at him walking toward the tower."What does a blind man want to climb up the tower
这是一个阳光明媚的冬日.我已经下塔时,一个瞎子朝我来了.他不停地靠近墙壁,摸他的手臂轻轻地.我站在他仍然和对塔步行看去.
“这是什么一个瞎子要爬上塔呢?”我想知道,“不认为（景色）当然,也许他想跳.”这个可怕的理性思考,我想我应该跟他走.
他走到缓慢,不时停下.我跟着他后面几步.当他到达的第一个弯道的钟楼,我来到他身边.“对不起,”我礼貌地说：我可以,“但我不知道为什么你来了.”
“你永远也猜不到.”他说.
“没有看法或对这个冬日的新鲜空气吗?”
“号”他说.
“告诉我吧.”
他笑了,“也许爬上塔你已经注意到了 - .然而,并非盲目的,- 如何阳光照射到大楼的窗户,通过这里和那里,这样就可以感受到凉爽的步骤,突然变得相当温暖,即使在冬天.但后面的墙壁上有遮阳（阴影）.没有地方感觉光明和黑暗之间的差异那么好这一点.虽然我瞎了,我也想感受带来的快乐由太阳光.其实,这不是我第一次来这里.“他说,似乎像一个小孩一样高兴.
我从来没有想过,即使是瞎子也有他的方式来享受美丽的人生.但我们往往不重视它的价值,因为我们从来没有失去它.
我们走下塔在一起,我离开了他.从那时起,我开始珍惜生活给予我的.