it takes me a month to read the book which name is lady chatterley’s lover.the general idea of the story is about extramarital love.the main people are constance chatterley、clifford chatterley and mellors.so i will show some opinions about the story.

first,i think that virgin and unconscious love which obey the humanity is fake.second,it is ugly and indifferent that show no care about other’s sex.third,i insist that only warm heart can bring sex and true love.after i read this book,some ideas about sex have changed in my mind.i think that humanity is the ceremony of proclaiming somebody a buddhist.i still remember that when i read the book at the beginning,i completely hate chatterley’s behavior.however,with the development of the story,i feel soory for chatterley,because i believe that chatterley should stay with mellors.it can be explained from two aspects.on the one hand, who is her huaband can only give her his spiritual world,and she didn’t love him,so it can’t be permanent.in addition, clifford chatterley is a rebel,he is only caught in the general,popular rebellion of the young against any sort of real authority.on the other hand,lady chatterley and

mellors fall in love with each other.i think that their feeling is so perfect as we image.at the end of the story,there is a sentence “i must say goodnight,a little sadly,but with a hopeful heart.”in some sense,i believe that lady chatterley and mellors will love each other forever.

from what has been mentioned above,as a college student we should choose someone we really love.thus,we can get the ture love.i believe that they will go till the end.just as the chinese proverb says, in death or life (we are) separated and far apart; with you i made an agreement:i grasped your hand, together with you i was to grow old.to sum up ,we must be with a hopeful heart.finally,i wish that lovers are destined to be married.

飘的英语读后感篇2

the effect of the global financial the international financial crisis is becoming more and more worse, the impact on the chinese economy is also further expansion, it even extended into every aspect of society.for example,manufacturing, e nergy, food, it… and so on..

from the news,many international companies went bankrupt,and more companies begin to lay off employees, also cancelled the original recruitment plan. around us, many people can not find a job.

this is a global economic crisis, no one can disregard .facing the crisis, we can only helpless?no way. everything has two sides. the financial crisis also let investors concer about the long-term growth prospects field. for example, the field of new energy.

it also provides china opportunities of increasing the input of new energy. we will use their wisdom, potential, and find the way to overcome it. this is the only way to minimize crisis, also can be safely in this crisis.

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但是，即使如此，在人生怨患困顿的征途上，他们为寻求真理和正义，为创造表现真。善。美的不朽杰作而献出毕生精力。贝多芬用痛苦谱写的与命运抗争的音乐，为后人留下了享受不尽的精神食粮;米开朗基罗用一生的血泪创造出了不朽的杰作;托尔斯泰则在他的小说里描写了千万生命的渺小和伟大，他用他的作品向世界传播爱的种子。

有哪种胜利能与他们的成就相比?拿破仑的那场战争?奥斯特历茨那天的太阳?这种辉煌是精神力量所从未取得过的殊荣。他们用困难锻造自己。正如贝多芬用一句话概括了他的一生，这句话已经成了在这个假期里，我看了一本书叫《名人传》。这本书的作者是罗曼。罗兰，是19世纪末的法国着名的现实主义作家。这本书分别讲述了《贝多芬传》、《米开朗琪罗传》、《托尔斯泰传》三篇传记。讲诉了在艺术方面不同领域的三位伟人，分别是音乐家、雕塑家、作家。他们虽然各自所处的领域不同。但是，在人生忧患的因顿的征途上，他们为寻求真理和正义，为创造表现真、善、美的不朽杰作而献出了毕生的精力。

这本书说的是三个名人在以前那充满了野心、邪恶等人人不平等的社会中如何生存，获得荣誉和名利全失。贝多芬，是一个在音乐领域上德高权重的人，同样也是一个不畏强权的人。米开朗琪罗是一个着名的雕塑家，创造了无数不朽的杰作流于后人观赏，他为了自己的作品挥洒了无数的汗水。托尔斯泰为后人留下了经典的文学作品，用文字传播着爱的种子。他们三个虽然在各自不同领域发展，但是却有一个吻共同的特点，就是对自己的理想从未有放弃过。这是多么令人敬仰啊!

?名人传》这本书令我获益良多，让我明白了这些人物风光的背后忍藏着让人难以理解的痛苦。这会这个假期让我收获最多的一本书。

飘的英语读后感篇4

duckling , once again to the cygnet when one was young what experience sobs, feel sincere being glad to marvelous change of ugly duckling , just start a loving heart to self ugly child but feel to the ugly duckling mother. ugly duckling in culture is bitten by the duck , the group is pecked at by chicken, that woman servant person the poultry farm is kept watch on kicks, suffer hardships within winter. but, he had better been thinking of a heart being thankful all the time: oh, thank god! i be so ugly as to even hunting dog not have bitten me! ; and, he is to be full of hope"s all the time: i go up to think that i still go to the extensive world well . i need to fly to them , fly to these elitist bird ! behind reason why , setback having suffered innumerable time in him, he finally has become a swan from ugly duckling: but he is that are one clumsy no longer, oxford gray"s , the duck both ugly and make people dislike that, be one swan ! thereupon, i have known: face the setback that self suffers, we ought to have a heart being thankful to thank parents having given birth to us , thank nature giving us the chance existing down; we ought to all the time be full of hope that we need to firmly believe that the setback is temporary , the road is circuitous , future is bright, always have the bright spring day a sheet of to belong to us! be considerate, i think of: we face the people who suffers reverses in course of , are still anybody disregarding the colleague who is us , our student,we do not ought to go to bite ugly duckling like the duck , not ought to go to peck ugly duckling like chicken , not ought to go and kick ugly duckling, but be to ought to believe in like the poultry farm woman servant people , he also will be as so young , so good looking as self one day!

飘的英语读后感篇5

i have a lot of questions. such as the little prince lived in a asteroids in the solar system outside earth, self live small can only accommodate three volcanoes and a flower, he how to eat, how to master the language, how to move back and forth between the different planets, how he was born? and the planets that he's traveled around, why are they always alone, where they come from, how they're dressed, how they breathe, and whether they die?

of course these questions are not worth discussing in their own right, and the benefits and values of the whole book lie in its allegory and its ridicule of the people who are mired in the mundane and the busy.

first of all, the little prince was on the planet where there lived a king, which was in fact a symbol of political power, and the man who counted the stars all day was a narrow, selfish, greedy businessman. a geographer might be a person of mine who knows all the time and thinks of something that's out of touch with reality, and then becomes obsessed with a certain intellectual or linguistic vanity. the lightman is a humble and industrious worker of society.

himself is a very interesting character the little prince, he was a child, has not been in the real world of ugly things defile the pure beauty of mind and desire to want to know the outside world with curiosity, but it was also his these features make him worried, because of his truth persistence spirit of exploration and the absurd world cannot eliminate contradictions exist, this world does not exist the answer he wanted, and this is the reason why he died. his death was a rejection of this dirty, ugly world.

this is a condensed and condensed version of my overall reading experience, which may be simplistic, but i think i will add, and if you don't like my language style, i apologize.

in fact, one of my favorite passages is the dialogue between the little prince and the other. i always think of you from that flower.

飘的英语读后感篇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.

飘的英语读后感篇7

this winter vacation,i read agreat book《bookworm》.in gread 1,i appreciate the beauty of the moon,and,i know mary,queen of socts’s story……in a word,ibenefited a lot of in really like this book.

among them,my favourite book is《love or money》.it tells a rich women death is suspect,and they greeted her moneys mouth little daughter threatens her,to obtain money;on the surface seems to love her big daughter to reasons but hater mother;her son to a piece of land and mother fell out……

results a murderer is her big daughter!reason have.

to her the person i love!

i was very girl,actually killed her mother,is really too not filial know people for a variety of reasons will kill your most ,we should control oneself,avoid incentive,not reckle things……

the《book worm》 has taught me a lot.

飘的英语读后感篇8

"the wizard of oz" is a book i bought.

the book is about a girl of rosie and her dog, toro, who met a tornado. the tornado blew them to a place called munch king. where the witch told rosie to return to her hometown, must go back to oz. rosie on the road to find oz also delivered a few friends, they are the scarecrow, tin man and the lion. rosie and his friends went to ozhi to help the scarecrow, the iron man and the lion to realize their wishes, but the desire to go home did not come true. so many rosie continued to look for the people who could help her return home. later, they came to the quaid forest country, where the witch glinda can make many rosie returned home. gan linda said, many shoes on rosie's feet can help her return to her hometown. in the end, rosie returned to his hometown.

this book makes me realize that the power of friendship is huge. only by helping each other can we achieve mutual wishes.

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