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用英语读后感篇1
" thirteen clocks " by james thurber.thurber in the " clock " in thirteen the unique charm, but no harm the story narration -- on the contrary, more add luster to the story.this is the book easy to pronounce, every phrase a gem of a book.thurber put the story youziyouwei, at the same time, the text interpretation, its brightne dazzles the eyes.he looks like a person, happy madman spreading word from first to last, sparkling discourse.this is a miracle.
" thirteen clocks " by james thurber." thirteen clocks " is the short book, at first glance, you may not feel anything extraordinary, but at the end of the story, you will be deeply attracted by the characters in the book, especially the mysterious ancient brooks.i don't know what thurber did, but they really true to life likene.we will for many different reasons like many different kinds of books, but few have a book, like " thirteen clocks " as intoxicated.it is not a fable, fairy tales and poems, and more like a combination of the three.it is vivid and humorous, full of philosophy, poetic.it is the one and only, make people happy.
thurber in the thirteen clocks in the unique charm, but no harm the story narration -- on the contrary, more add luster to the story.this is the book easy to pronounce, every phrase a gem of a book.thurber put the story youziyouwei, at the same time,
the text interpretation, its brightne dazzles the eyes.he looks like a person, happy madman throwing words, from first to last lianzhu.this is a miracle.the thirteen clocks are the short book, at first glance, you may not feel anything extraordinary, but at the end of the story, you will be deeply attracted by the characters in the book, especially the mysterious ancient brooks.i don't know what thurber did, but they really true to life likene.we will for many different reasons like many different kinds of books, but few have a book, like the thirteen clocks as intoxicated.it is not a fable, fairy tales and poems, and more like a combination of the three.it is vivid and humorous, full of philosophy, poetic.it is the one and only, make people happy.everyone just a few simple reason they want to read, because: everyone wants to fall in love with the prince.everyone wants to become a prince.everyone hopes that evil can never prevail over good.everyone hopes to live happy, forever.all this in the moment is so unusual, but this all in thirteen clocks can be found everywhere in the.
用英语读后感篇2
read through some of the more than half of the "walden pond", to be honest look at a lot of paragraphs do not really understand, but say it is fun sections of animals that people read fresh.
the first animal is the rooster attention, and that the most common birds, however the authors pen in the air all of a sudden and very poor. thoreau is the author described them this way: the rooster, pheasant was originally, and their chirping is the worlds most beautiful music, better than all the other animals, but most of the time to fill the gaps in their voice is their wife - the mother chickens are noisy, its no wonder that they ultimately can only be the poultry, not to mention what kind of a chicken egg. these words can not help people desperately want to remember the music chenming rooster, the result was a loss, except in writing from the mechanical "oo" sound. as for the hen, they can only remember them after the end of each time it is under the "giggle" to stop the called.
walden pond, how can there are so many wild animal? every day it seems that the author and not the name they say hello. are familiar with ant, but where the ants are like the soldiers how to ah, make that an ant war was afraid to read the small bio of contempt. lovely fledgling partridge destitute people, they only obey the instinct of mothers and their own oh, the fullness of their long feathers of the body of small branches and leaves together to maintain the same posture, where to stay motionless, it picked up when a stranger or follow it, it continues to stay as motionless, or take your eyes clean. scary, of course, most diving birds, and it always sent laugh, when it is from this lake first dive, the observer much hunting or after a lot of fun. what it is, you can go to the bottom of the lake to fish in the bird.
after all the human animal is, ah, just high-level animals. the author predicted that the result of human progress must be to give up meat, as the savage to the civilized around after people give up bad habits, like eating. i do not know human beings are not one day give up meat, it is very curious about the rabbit call. in the book, the author said: rabbit to the end, the truth was a child cry. on rabbits, the most profound impression that the tree hit a hare, but there is no written record of our had been a poor hunt rabbits.
用英语读后感篇3
the thinking of jane eyre
during the winter vacation i read a book named jane eyre, and i did think and get a lot. after i closed the covers of the book, i felt like having a long journey of the spirit. jane eyre, has left us so much to recall and to think.
jane eyer was a born resister, whose parents went off when she was very young, and her aunt，the only relative she had，treated her very badly. actually, jane wasn’t pretty, and of course, the ordinary appearance didn’t make others feel good of her, even her own aunt felt disgusted with it. and some others even thought that she was easy to look down on and to tease, so when miss ingram met jane eyre, she seemed quite contemptuous, for that she was obviously much more prettier than ‘the plain and ugly governess’. but as the little governess had said: ‘do you think, because i am poor, obscure, plain, and little, i am soulless and heartless? you think wrong!’ this is the idea of equality in jane eyre’s mind. so, finally she had the courage to express her love to mr rochester. she said:"do you think i can watch another woman become your bride?do you think i`m a machine,whitout feelings?do you think,because i`m small and poor and plain,that i have no soul and no heart?well,you`re wrong! i have as much soul and heart as you.it is my spirit that speaks to your spirit!we are equal in the sight of god!” her idea of equality and self-respect impress us so much and let us feel the power inside her body.
god hadn’t given her beauty and wealth, but instead, god gave her a kind mind and a thinking brain. when we think of this girl, what she gave us was not a pretty face or a transcendent temperament that make us admire deeply, but a huge charm of her personality.
用英语读后感篇4
orphans are children who have no parents, so they live in orphanages. today, lets take a look at a book about orphans - oliver twist. the protagonist of this book is a poor orphan. his name is oliver. his mother died as soon as he was born, so he was taken to the orphanage. but that orphanage is not a good place, because the director there is very bad to the orphans, the orphans hate him. the supervisor also apprenticed olivier to the coffin shop. in the coffin shop, olifi was abused, so he fled to london. as a result, he was brought into the den by the thief "smart ghost" and was forced to embark on the ship. fortunately, with the help of mr. brownlow and miss ruth, olife successfully escaped from fagin and others, and let the police turn over the den. menx also tells about the life experience of olifi: menx and olifi are actually half brothers. however, olifis father had passed away, and his property was divided between his two sons. since then, olivier has lived with mr. brownlow······
the author dickens wrote "oliver twist" wonderfully, and the plot is also very dangerous, so it attracts the readers at once, and makes the readers mood change with the plot of the story.
there is always a dark side to life. however, the light will always prevail over the dark, there will be countless "mr. brownlow" and "miss ruth" to help those in trouble. i also want to learn from them: try my best to help others, and always have a good heart.
用英语读后感篇5
during the summer vacation, i read a book called the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain of america.
mark twain is a great american humorist, novelist and writer, as well as a famous speaker and an outstanding representative of american realistic literature.
the protagonist tom sawyer is a naughty child. he can always come up with all kinds of mischief, which makes aunt polly helpless, and he can always find ways to avoid punishment.
tom did not flinch and fear when he met the murderer, but bravely faced up to him, and finally defeated the enemy. when he was trapped in the cave, he did not fear, and finally walked out of the cave with strong perseverance. although tom is mischievous, he is brave, strong and caring for others. this spirit is worth learning.
用英语读后感篇6
the cop and the anthem
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on his bench in madison square soapy moved uneasily, and when soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near.
a dead leaf fell in soapy's lap. that was jack frost's card. jack is kind to the regular residents of madison square, and gives them warning of his annual call.
soapy realized the fact that the time had come for him to provide against the coming winter. and therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.
the winter ambitions of soapy were not of the highest. in them there were no dreams of mediterranean voyages, of blue southern skies or the vesuvian bay. three months on the island was what his soul desired. three months of assured board and bed and good company, safe from north winds and policemen, seemed to soapy the most desirable thing.
for years the hospitable blackwell prison had been his winter refuge. just as the more fortunate new yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the riviera each winter, so soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the island. and now the time had come. on the night before three sunday newspapers, put under his coat, about his feet and over his lap, had not helped him against the cold as he slept on his bench near the fountain in the old square. there were many institutions of charity in new york where he might receive lodging and food, but to soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity were undesirable. you must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of philanthropy. so it was better to be a guest of the law.
soapy, having decided to go to the island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. there were many easy ways of doing this. the pleasantest was to dine at some good restaurant; and then, after declaring bankruptcy, be handed over to a policeman. a magistrate would do the rest.
soapy left his bench and went out of the square and up broadway. he stopped at the door of a glittering cafe. he was shaven and his coat was decent. if he could reach a table in the restaurant, the portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. a roasted duck, thought soapy, with a bottle of wine, and then some cheese, a cup of coffee and a cigar would be enough. such a dinner would make him happy, for the journey to his winter refuge.
but as soapy entered the restaurant door, the head waiter's eye fell upon his shabby trousers and old shoes. strong hands turned him about and pushed him in silence and haste out into the street.
soapy turned off broadway. some other way of entering the desirable refuge must be found.
at a corner of sixth avenue soapy took a stone and sent it through the glass of a glittering shop window. people came running around the corner, a policeman at the head of them. soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of the policeman.
"where is the man that has done that?" asked the policeman.
"don't you think that i have had something to do with it?" said soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly.
the policeman paid no attention to soapy. men who break windows do not remain to speak with policemen. they run away. he saw a man running to catch a car and rushed after him with his stick in his hand. soapy, with disgust in his heart, walked along, twice unsuccessful.
on the opposite side of the street was a little restaurant for people with large appetites and modest purses. soapy entered this place without difficulty. he sat at a table and ate beefsteak and pie. and then he told the waiter that he had no money.
"now go and call a cop," said soapy. "and don't keep a gentleman waiting."
"no cop for you," said the waiter. "hey!"
in a moment soapy found himself lying upon his left ear on the pavement. he arose with difficulty, and beat the dust from his clothes. arrest seemed a rosy dream. the island seemed very far away. a policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street. soapy seemed to liberty.
after another unsuccessful attempt to be arrested for persecution a young woman, soapy went further toward the district of theatres.
when he came upon a policeman standing in front of a glittering theatre, he caught at the straw of "disorderly conduct."
on the sidewalk soapy began to sing drunken songs at the top of his voice. he danced, howled, and otherwise disturbed the peace.
the policeman turned his back to soapy, and said to a citizen:
"it is one of the yale lads celebrating their football victory over the hartford college. noisy, but no harm. we have instructions not to arrest them."
sadly, soapy stopped his useless singing and dancing. a sudden fear seized him. was he immune to arrest? would never a policeman lay hands on him? the island seemed an unattainable arcadia. he buttoned his thin coat against the north wind.
in a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar. he had set his silk umbrella by the door, soapy entered the store, took the umbrella, and went out with it slowly. the man with the cigar followed hastily.
"my umbrella," he said.
"oh, is it?" said soapy. "well, why don't you call a policeman? i took it. your umbrella! why don't you call a cop? there stands one on the corner."
the umbrella owner slowed his steps. soapy did likewise. the policeman looked at them curiously.
"of course," said the umbrella man, "that is - well, you know how these mistakes occur - i - if it's your umbrella i hope you'll excuse me - i picked it up this morning in a restaurant - if it is yours, why - i hope you'll -"
"of course it's mine," said soapy.
the ex-umbrella man retreated. the policeman hurried to help a well-dressed woman across the street.
soapy walked eastward. he threw the umbrella angrily into a pit. he was angry with the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. because he wanted to be arrested, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.
at last soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where it was not so noisy. he went towards madison square, for the home instinct remains even when the home is a park bench.
but on a quiet corner soapy stopped before an old church. through one window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist played a sunday anthem. for there came to soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him at the iron fence.
the moon was shining; cars and pedestrians were few; birds twittered sleepily under the roof. and the anthem that the organist played cemented soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends.
the influence of the music and the old church produced a sudden and wonderful change in soapy's soul. he saw with horror the pit into which he had fallen. he thought of his degraded days, dead hopes and wrecked faculties.
and also in a moment a strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. he would pull himself out of this pit; he would make a man of himself again. there was time; he was young yet. those sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. tomorrow he would be somebody in the world. he would -
soapy felt a hand on his arm. he looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.
"what are you doing here?" asked the policeman.
"nothing," said soapy.
"then come along," said the policeman.
"three months on the island," said the magistrate in the police court the next morning.
用英语读后感篇7
i always wanted to read this famous book - i wanted to read it when i was in school, but i always missed each other and didn't see it. i finished reading today, but i was a little disappointed. i don't know why cervantes created such an image of a "madman".
don quixote was a declining aristocrat. he was addicted to knights' novels and became obsessed with them. he found a pair of armor and rode on a skinny old horse. he began his imaginary journey of supporting justice and wandering the jianghu. he is a pure and stubborn idealist, living in fantasy. in other words, he is a completely stubborn lunatic. he regarded windmills as giants, sheep as enemies, convicts as knights, and a common village woman as his princess. repeatedly hit the wall, often head broken blood but unswervingly, infatuated. it's his servant sangqiu, who is fat and timid and greedy for a small price, who is still a normal man with flesh and blood. he will take advantage of his master's craziness and paranoia, play a little cleverness, and seize the opportunity to increase some benefits for himself. he is a real living man. just like this, two other living treasures, a pair of unimaginable masters and servants, staged a funny farce for us. one of the most amusing scenes is that in the dark night, sangqiu is afraid to hold his master's thigh all the time and dare not give up. however, he is eager to describe courteously, which is really vivid and vivid.
the most touching ones in the book are some of don quixote's good friends. they never give up on old tang. they must try their best to cure his madness. they have used violent means - to put the old tang in a cage and escort him home with arms; they have used the means of burning books and "pit" confucianism - to burn all the knights' novels in the old tang family and even seal the study; they have used the means of concealing the sky and the sea - to pretend to be a knight, to pretend to be a princess in distress and so on, all in order to pull the old tang from fantasy to reality. they really mean to their friends, especially for such a "terminally ill" crazy friend. they didn't give up, and even were wrongly wounded and beaten by old tang. life can have such a few friends, enough!
i just don't know the background of the times. i don't know what the intention of this episode is that some sangqiu, who was governor of the island for several days, handled several cases cleanly and fairly, but was forced to resign at last.
