How do you feel after reading a famous book? It is necessary to write a reading note about your own gains. So can I really write reading notes? The following is a model essay that I carefully arrange for senior high school students to write reading notes every week for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
Every week in high school, I write reading notes: model essay 1, a cup of tea, a roll of books, drinking fragrant teas and reading the text carefully. In a trance, I seem to see the figure that lingers among thousands of blooming lotus flowers and refuses to leave. A white dress does not envy Li Rong. Beautiful and elegant.
After reading the works in depth, we will gradually find that there are various articles in the collection, most of which describe Mongolia written by "Father". The ancient blood runs through the whole body, but it is difficult to see the heroic and unrestrained homeland. On the grassland described by the author, there are rivers with rippling blue waves, thousands of wild horses galloping freely, sunsets under the red cliff and Jin Ge. All kinds of customs resort to pens. Most of them are excavated by the author with vague desire, following the memory of his parents, and with his heart rather than his eyes.
Memories of the past have been forgotten. The past that was covered by the dust of history was brought up again. Recalling the past, a beautiful picture remains in my heart. I can't help thinking of my past. As time went on, looking back, I found that I lost a lot. There is always a kind face with a smile in my memory, a tender face that was really happy that day, and it seems that time can't destroy it. There are also red brick and green tile streets and curved slideways in corner kindergartens when I was a child. Isn't this the unreachable plateau that the author said? Can only be buried in my heart, often thinking back.
There was a storm last night. The rain has passed in Mao Mao, but it hasn't fallen yet. What can we do when what we just experienced resurfaces? Regret or comfort. The author lists some of his own experiences, and his writing is plain and graceful. It seems that she just stands from the perspective of a bystander, and brings her feelings together to show us her heart, her nobility, her Zhuang Jie and her beauty. It is a pure land free from dust, just like a Bai Lianhua, standing proudly on the top of the snowy mountain, and its brilliance seems to remain unchanged forever.
At this moment, there is today's moonlight. If time is the boundary, this moment contains today's treasure. Xi Murong's language is quiet and delicate, and every word contains a kind of magic that seems to immerse people. Every grass, tree, flower and tree seems to have complicated feelings. It seems that he is telling you about the whole world, and you can see the smile on her face.
After reading the book, I saw the vast grassland, heard the powerful hoofbeat and smelled the flowers all over the mountains. Reading Xi Murong's words is like stepping into a blue lake and appreciating it carefully, but when you lower your head, you will find that after the ripples, you seem to reveal yourself. Although vague, there are too many similarities.
Time is gone forever, all we can do is to seize this moment, carefully fold up the dust of the past and last night, and treasure it in our hearts.
High school students must write reading notes every week. In the impression of teenagers, history books are always obscure. There is no ups and downs of novels, no meditation of prose, no eternal elegance of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and no love and hate of modern poetry. Traveling in the sea of books, such a history book accidentally caught my eye. It spreads the misty rain and dust of the old year on the yellowed pages, and the brushwork is understated, but it has a power to express the heart in an instant, arouse the feelings of home and country in the blood, and form a magnificent poem.
In that era of writing history books, the cloud of World War I has not yet dispersed, and when it was caught off guard, it ushered in the world economic crisis. The fascist regime, which was born in the silent place, caused great waves in Wang Yang. Such a magnificent poem, immersed in the cruelty of blood, cold bones. Starting with the smoke in the Far East, and then turning our attention to the fall of Europe, it reflects the tragic and desolate behind the Soviet-German war. Then it spread to the Pacific Ocean. In the sunset, the endless blue in the past was slightly reddish and filled with bloody gas. Later, the battle of Geller turned the tide, and the tug-of-war in North Africa ended with the recovery of the world map. The small country put away its ambition, but raised the white flag, which became the last stroke of the poem. A scuffle is over.
Although the layout of the world is grand, in today's peaceful times, it seems that only blood relationship has the deepest feelings for China. 1937, the Battle of Songhu broke out in Shanghai, which lasted from late summer to late autumn. The number of people who died of cold is shocking. Countless bloody battles, battles, breakthroughs and sacrifices have made "an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood" heroic, and the rampant Japanese army, known as "the death of China in March", is also chilling at this moment. Ruthless gunfire destroyed the prosperity of Shili foreign exchange gold powder and ended countless fresh lives. Where will you go, covered with blood all over the sky, has become a cruel dream that many people can't turn back all their lives. It is the heavy sorrow of "an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of tears" on the Chinese territory and the deep helplessness under the cloud of war.
Soldiers at that time, with the spirit as the blade, slaughtered the enemy's head; With flesh and blood as the backbone, Wan Licheng will be built. The oath of "but there is a breath, not an inch of land" echoes in the ear, and the determination of "singing rivers and mountains, flourishing China, standing tall in the East" burns in the chest. They also have parents, brothers, wives and children, which become the warmest existence in their hearts, but they put aside all their weaknesses and go forward bravely on the battlefield. The battlefield is ruthless. The comrades who once looked at each other in the smoke and hugged each other affectionately under the gunfire may fall in a pool of blood in an instant. There is no residual temperature in the body, leaving only endless cold to cut off their love for their comrades. However, these failed to win the battle of Songhu, and at the same time questioned the command ability of their generals. However, no amount of discussion is only wise after the event, which is an armchair strategist and can't save the war situation at that time. In the final analysis, sighs and deep thoughts turn into a kind of feelings of home and country precipitated in the heart.
The whole history of World War II is like a window, facing the grand pattern of the world map, the dust of the old year, the bloody rain in troubled times, the feelings of home and country that have been adhered to, and the beautiful hope under the cruel reality. This magnificent poem led me to the historical years, looking back, sighing and thinking, and finally became a passion in my blood and an obsession in my heart.
Remember history and national humiliation!
"As you wish, the prosperous times are full of joy."
-P.S.
I am a person who doesn't like history very much. I don't like those fragmentary dates, names and influences that are hard to remember, but turning to the Ming Dynasty, I have a new understanding of history.
I watched the second part of those things in the Ming Dynasty, mainly about what happened after the Jingnan War. After the war in Jingnan, Judy proclaimed herself emperor and began his brilliant speech, turning Daming into a rich and powerful empire, a behemoth standing on the top of the world nation. The characters in it, including loyalists, villains, emperors and civilians, made me really feel that this is not just a character described in the book, but a real, flesh-and-blood and lifelike person, just like he really appeared in front of my eyes. Judy's cruelty and Zhu Gaochi's honesty.
There are both Zheng He's feat of going to the Western Ocean and his ambition of seeking peace in the south. The Ming Dynasty experienced Judy's rebellion, social stability and turmoil after benevolent government. These events and people are wonderful.
What impressed me the most was that I was captured alive by the enemy in the civil fort and later framed by Ning. After experiencing a sandstorm in the Mongolian desert, he narrowly escaped from the butcher's knife and was tricked by Xi Ning. He was used as a puppet to ask Daming for a ransom, but he was still strong after a narrow escape. Although he was later rescued, he was regarded as a thorn in his younger brother Zhu Qiyu's side, and was put in prison after he came back. But he was satisfied. He hurried to the Nangong. He was the happiest man in the world when he opened the door. His wife can't see clearly because she cried herself blind during the long waiting time. When all the glitz is over, she will still wait for him here. This feeling can be transferred and will last forever.
Zhu Qizhen's life, from the prestige of using personal expedition, to being captured and abandoned by relatives, and then to the feeling of being reset. Nothing seems to have happened. Like if his life is like the first time, and the bitterness in it is something that ordinary people can understand? Due to the early death of his father Zhu Zhanji, he succeeded to the throne at the age of nine. When it comes to Zhu Qizhen, some people may hate him, but I think he is a good man, even though he is not a wise gentleman.
Another person I admire very much is Yu Qian, a famous loyal minister, who saved the Ming Empire by turning the tide in Defending Beijing. When he defended the capital, it was an invincible war. If he fails, half the country in the north will be gone, and Yu Qian can't afford to lose, and neither can Daming. I seem to see his arrogant back, unyielding backbone and determination to die. Scenes are repeated in front of my eyes.
History is not a broken platform, an ancient temple or a yellow scroll, but a mirror hanging in people's hearts, so that we can see through the long river of history and learn from it. History is not as boring as you think. The result is really great.
High school must write reading notes every week. Model essay 4 "Life is the most precious thing for people, and life is only once for everyone. A person's life should be spent like this: recalling the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing ... "
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A person's life is full of ups and downs, but in any case, don't give up the original ideal. Pavel Colta King, the hero of the story, was tortured by illness again and again, but he stood up again and again without much passionate words, only his unshakable faith and optimistic attitude.
If Paul is frustrated, he bows his head, does not fight, and is pushed around by others, then he is an ordinary person and has no power to attract us. However, in the face of any difficulties and hardships, Paul never lost the courage to fight. Instead, he turned it into a melting pot to sharpen his will, never flinching, and held his head high to fight the fierce waves. Therefore, in the journey of life, we should have the courage of "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" and remain optimistic about setbacks.
In my opinion, will is the bane of frustration. It was with this will that Gou Jian, King of Yue, realized his great ambition. It is because of this will that Hawking, paralyzed, finished A Brief History of Time. It is because of the will that the music giant Beethoven completed the world-famous Symphony of Destiny with complete deafness. It is also because of the will that a boy who has lost his arms can play the piano with his feet. How many people have suffered setbacks at all times and at all times, and how many people have overcome them with strong will? Indeed, few people are so strong, but for our dreams, there are some stumbling blocks on the way to our dreams. What can we not conquer? Rough roads can't stop people's progress, just like Pavel Colta King's repeated life and death tests and imprisonment, instead of killing his ambition, he tempered his iron will and made him go on more tenaciously.
Just like the snow lotus on the iceberg, despite the raging wind and the destruction of ice and snow, it still blooms sacredly after thousands of years of vicissitudes, how spectacular and shocking!
Although Paul is just an ordinary Red Army soldier, his resolute and strong personality and lofty aspirations shocked and touched us! We are still young, so we should learn to bear it: eat a failure, reflect, eat a shame, cheer up, don't regret wasting time, and don't be ashamed of doing nothing!
We should have a dream, but also a will. Will is like the courage of Jingwei to fill the sea; Will is like Kuafu's daily eternity. Let's fly into the blue sky like eagles and fight the sky! Meet the gorgeous rainbow after the storm ...
High school must write reading notes every week. Tagore is really an elusive poet. He sometimes listens in the Woods, sometimes sings in the valley, sometimes plays with birds in the sky, and sometimes hides at the bottom of the sea without a trace. What remains unchanged is that he will never be stingy with the pen in his hand and compose all the stories that touch his heart into beautiful poems. My favorite is the song "Birds and Fish".
"The farthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. One is in the sky and the other is deep in the sea. " Fish and birds are creatures in two different worlds, with almost no distance, but Tagore wrote in a poem. They are endowed with complicated feelings, and only when they have feelings for each other can they comment on the distance. What is the affection between fish and birds? We can only guess endlessly.
Most people will think that this is a love poem with beautiful vows and romantic rhythm. However, I think this is a generalization and sublimation of life.
It contains deep affection, just like The Distance between Trees. We are brothers born from the same root, but we can't support each other and snuggle up to each other. We just look at it from a distance, and we don't know whether it is blessing or jealousy in our eyes. Some even fight with each other, regardless of the feelings between brothers. Perhaps in their eyes, there is no blood, no brothers, no brotherhood. What makes these feelings fade away? Is it superficial or superficial heart?
Of course, there is also friendship in poetry, just like The Track of the Stars. However, this friendship seems to have been stranded. Originally, the two stars were intimate, but there was no "intersection trajectory". The reflection between the stars is nowhere to be found in a short time. Yes, in the vast sea of people, I really can't find a bosom friend, so I have to resign myself to fate. But in such a competitive society, who can recognize the real fate at a glance? Often this is the reason why people are confused and helpless.
Love is an eternal topic in poetry and the boldest and deepest emotion. Its sacredness makes people dare not offend, and its distance makes people hard to touch. Although I can't feel the sadness and pain of "I miss you deeply, but I can only bury it in my heart", I can't feel the helplessness and desolation of "I am infatuated with love, but I can't say I love you", I can't feel it, but I see sincere love from hysterical crying, and the distance becomes insignificant.
A song "Birds and Fish", a song of joys and sorrows, asked what is the farthest distance, I said, as long as there is love, there is no distance.
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