Reflections after reading March Snow, "The Wind Sweeps By", "Virtual Fox", "Five Heads of Garlic", and "Good Morning Taekwondo". Some compatriots will give points to this bloody homework if they only

Reflections after reading March Snow, "The Wind Sweeps By", "Virtual Fox", "Five Heads of Garlic", and "Good Morning Taekwondo". Some compatriots will give points to this bloody homework if they only give it 3 pieces.

The school recommended some books worth reading to the students before the summer vacation. One of them, "Five Heads of Garlic", caught my eye. A few days after the summer vacation, I bought "Five Heads of Garlic" online. The afternoon I got the book, I was immersed in this interesting story.

The protagonist in the book is Ke Ke, a junior high school boy. Five heads of garlic won't do housework. Ke Ke's dad spent a lesson - forty minutes to buy it from the supermarket. For Ke Ke's father, garlic has the effect of cleansing the intestines and detoxifying, but Ke Ke understands it differently. He thinks that these five heads of garlic represent five classmates. They are the extremely smart Ke Ke, the fat and muscular giant baby, the oversized-eared Ying Ying, the naughty Su Yue, and the "protest spokesperson" Ze Yu. Some of their stories are weird, some are lively and interesting, and some can make you laugh!

I particularly like the beginning of this book, which is very vivid and humorous. It was this beginning that made me read the book in one go. This is the scene of Keke and his father living together:

"My name is Ke Ke, and I am with my father. I didn't want to be with him, but he just asked me to be with him. This is life. At my age, I am a thief , my father is a policeman; I am a mouse, and my father is a cat; I am a sick person, and my father is a paranoid doctor who wants to give me injections. The doctor’s crazy idea is that if the boy doesn’t get the injection, he will get sick. I can’t get better. My idea is that I can’t get better after being given an injection by the crazy doctor!”

A new classmate came to Keke’s class just before the high school entrance exam! His name is Hanyang, and his classmates call him "Giant Baby" because his body is like a thick man, but he has a "baby face." He was transferred from a place called Yangwo Town. His father was a sheep seller, and he went from selling five sheep to a hundred sheep. Two words, rich. Three words, really rich. There is a very special story about a giant baby. It tells about the students burning the giant baby’s stinky shoes in exchange for an afternoon of good air. I will also share this paragraph with you:

That day, Juying took off his shoes during class, only caring about his own comfort, which hurt the students around him. "Put your shoes on!" Zeyu turned around and protested to Juying. The giant baby ignored it. "You don't have to smell it if you don't like it!" Juying replied. Zeyu quickly picked up Juying's smelly shoes and walked out the window. The giant baby wanted to leave his seat to look for Zeyu, but it was inconvenient to be barefoot, so he shouted loudly: "Just throw it out for me and pick it up for me!" This is a self-study class. Because of the incident of throwing shoes, the students in a good mood. "Don't tell me, the air in the classroom is much cleaner!" "The air is indeed better!" Su Yue stood up and said to Zeyu, "Is there a radical cure?" "No." Su Yue suddenly took something out of his pocket. He took out a lighter and said, "Isn't this a radical cure?" Zeyu walked out of the classroom door. The students rushed to the window. "It's really burning!" the students shouted. Juying immediately realized that Zeyu was using Su Yue's lighter to burn his shoes. When the teacher rushed to the scene, he pointed at Zeyu and said: "You must compensate!" Unexpectedly, Zeyu said happily: "Of course I have to compensate. It can exchange for an afternoon of good air. It is worth spending money to buy him a pair." !" They were excited, as if they had done something useful for everyone.

Reflections after reading "The Wind Blows By"

From the time when my eldest sister started to publish a collection of poems to the final printing and release, I was constantly making noises beside her with eager anticipation. Because the eldest sister herself has so many legendary colors that fascinate me, and I am lucky enough to read a few of eldest sister's poems, which also makes me admire her gems and make me speechless with envy.

When my eldest sister’s collection of poems was finally placed in front of me, I was suddenly reluctant and did not dare to open it. I'm afraid that the stories and emotions carved with words and hearts will make the sky in my heart rain heavily at this moment.

The cover shows a forest after autumn. In the sunset, it is as warm and pure as amber; nearby is a reflection in the water, and the light blue of the sky echoes with the sparkling sound of water in the dark brown gaps of the tree shadows. The calmness and calmness after experiencing the colorful scenes, and the purity of the never-ending aging in the heart come out clearly. First, let your emotions calm down in solemnity and elegance. Next to it, in black and white tones, are ancient pavilions as pale as morning smoke, lone trees, flying birds, and a few strands of vine hair. The wind passed through the treetops, and I went looking for the sound of the wind.

It is a worthwhile trip to gently open a beautiful memory of my eldest sister and catch the butterflies flying in the poem. If you can get one to rest in your palm for half a second.

I have always admired my eldest sister for her masculine courage, straightforwardness, heroism, and broad-mindedness. Her innate nobility makes those who first meet her hesitate in front of her strong presence, unable to look at her or dare to leave. close. But when you read these poems, you will find what kind of woman she is, gentle and reserved, with a heart as embroidered and a quality as jade. The mismatch of time and space makes a heart that is already as quiet as water in a deep pool dance on the chaotic road of warmth and coldness. Treat it as pain and happiness when enduring the pain of longing, and treat it as an anvil to forge a noble soul by sacrificing yourself to fulfill others. But what are the worlds on the paper and the tears hidden in the poems? Transcending emotions is a noble state, and it is also a pain that cannot be expressed in the heart.

After a shocking encounter, fate and debt are inseparable from the magic wand of fate.

A flower opens in the most graceful manner inadvertently. Don't sigh that the flowering period will be missed in this life. Just for the moment of looking back and gazing, you are willing to abandon all shyness and reserve, and you are willing to bloom all the beauty and charm, just in one second. lifetime.

Meeting and falling in love always seem to be surprising. The distance between eyes and heart can be light years away, but at this time, it is just a blink of an eye. The love above admiration is like a river with a deep source and a vast land. Giving without regrets is the most kind and compassionate feeling. The eldest sister said that she was plowing through the territory of her heart with a pen like a plow. What a profound metaphor this is. Farmers work hard and hope for a good harvest is their life. A year of hard work, a year of harvest. And just for the hope of being together in the next life, the eldest sister's plow turns all the love, sows countless thoughts, waters it with tears, harvests it with understanding, carefully stores it within the fence of this life, and brews a drunken life. of nectar.

The eldest sister has a deep knowledge of ancient Chinese literature, so the poetry collection contains many ancient poems. The gorgeous and colorful words and sentences make the flowers of longing emit bursts of fragrance. You can't smell it, but it seems to permeate all around you, making your mind and body intoxicated. Because my literary accomplishment is shallow, I can only look at words and expressions, and I cannot appreciate the charm of my elder sister's ancient poems. I still like to read the modern poems in poetry collections the most, because I can feel the emotions more directly.

I really like the song "Shaking Down the Flowers of Life". The rhythm is bright and natural, the language is lively and pretty, and the emotions are coherent. It is like a little girl in love, although shy, but determined. "I want to shake off the flowers of life and temper myself again in reincarnation. If I can be shaped into something you like, I may have the opportunity to be my childhood sweetheart with you..." After reading this paragraph, I was speechless. If you cannot hold your hand in this life, you must cherish every minute and every detail in the next life, life and death together. What kind of infatuation, what kind of helplessness, what kind of heartache are carefully hidden in the smiling words, lest one inadvertently overturn all the worries, and no longer be able to stop the indiscriminate flow of tears.

The sincere and passionate feelings of "Face You" can melt the hardest glaciers in the world. The charm and gentleness of a reserved woman in front of her lover are like the warm breath brought by the willow branches in spring. Love is a heart fragrance that blooms quietly and brightly for someone somewhere.

A deep love is a big and lush tree that bears fruits of five flavors. Joy, happiness, sadness, heartache, helplessness. At the intersection of love, should you go left or right, take or leave? I love you, so I left you! "My love is terminally ill", distance is the only "salvation". Even in "Departure", there should be a burning "Lonely Fragrance" where "The Hedge is Deep".

"The road to earth is far away", "I am a Poplar euphratica", far away at the intersection where your eyes pass by "Watching", "Waiting", "Your voice", "Listening", "The true meaning of benevolence" 》. But the distance has deepened my longing, "When Nothing Happens" and "The Night I Suddenly Teared Thought of You". "A Deep Feeling" was condensed into "Missing at Fingertips". When I "missed you so much that I melted away", I was "willing to be buried by words".

A long time ago, "I lost myself when I looked up to you". I was afraid of "how to control the depth of love", so I had to "hide in poetry and cry". For many years, I "dare not be sad" and use words to "find happiness". Now, I have become an "eternal spectator" and my heart is temporarily in "So Far So Far". You are my "big tree in the distance", injecting infinite power into my wandering soul in my "season of life".

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There are too many feelings, but I cannot express them due to the lack of words. I connected the titles of several poems written by my eldest sister together as my understanding of this story.

The wind blows, and my heart is filled with waves. The wind blows, leaving deep scars in my heart...

Lin An and Maizi are two middle school students. Because they are often bullied by gangsters outside the school, the two children are obsessed with learning martial arts to defend themselves. Due to an accidental reason, the two children came into contact with Taekwondo and were immediately attracted by the simple and powerful moves and cool and neat movements, so they decided to learn the art from a teacher. In the end, can they learn Taekwondo well? Author introduction: Yi Ping, whose real name is Zhao Yiping, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. Many works have been selected into various versions of "Annual Anthology of Chinese Children's Literature" and "Selected Children's Literature". His works have won the National Outstanding Children's Literature Award, the Press and Publication Administration Book Award, the Beijing 60th Anniversary Literary Works Excellence Award, and the Shanghai Outstanding Children's Book Award.

Recommended information "Unicorn Book Series" consists of four works: "Five Heads of Garlic", "Wind Passing", "Void Fox" and "Good Morning, Taekwondo". He is a famous contemporary children's literature writer A set of works dedicated to children by Chang Xingang, Zhang Pincheng, Xue Tao and Yiping. This set of works holds high the banner of bravery, tolerance, and idealism, and covers youth memories, teenage friendships, growth insights, life feelings, etc. It aims to demonstrate the power of masculinity and attempts to show the spiritual growth history of contemporary children and adolescents. The style of the works may be bright and uplifting, or full of poetry, or full of humanistic care. It is an excellent set of children's literature.

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