Thoughts on reading bing Xin's prose

When we have accumulated new experiences, it is necessary to write an article about these experiences, so that we can constantly update our ideas. Then the question is coming. How should I write about my experience? The following is a collection of Bing Xin's essays that I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Bing Xin's Prose Collection Reading Experience 1 Bing Xin, formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in a naval officer's family in Changle County, Fujian Province. The May 4th Movement took part in the student movement and started literary creation. Her main works are Stars, Springs and Cherry Blossoms. I like reading Bing Xin's essay Bing Xin best, which records everything from childhood to old age.

It was raining outside the window, and in the room, I was reading Harmony with relish, as if I were communicating face to face with the author. I stopped turning the page when I saw the successful flower written by Bing Xin. I was thinking ... "Flower of Success" was awarded to China National Women's Volleyball Team by Bing Xin thirty years ago. Bing Xin praised and encouraged them. They won seven games in a row and galloped on the court, which made Bing Xin deeply moved and knew the price behind them! Their hearts are full of motherland and people. Their patriotism made our bright red five-star red flag slowly rise to the highest position in the world for the first time! This is all their success with hard work and sweat. From this, I thought a lot about us ... a bunch of flowers blooming in the sun; In the applause, smiling faces were filled with tears of excitement. All these achievements made me wake up at that moment: the flower of success is only envied by people for its present glory. However, from the beginning, her bud was permeated with tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice. This is the inspiration that flowers bring to me, and it is also a fortune that successful people give to our cross-century peers. How many times have we been infatuated with the singing of stars, yearned for the heroic spirit of world champions and worshipped writers-but we have forgotten all our aspirations for ourselves and should work hard silently. Meditation unconsciously reminds me of a sentence once said by Russian writer krylov: Reality is the other shore, success is the other shore, there is a rushing river in the middle, and action is a bridge over the river. This is the reason why we can't succeed. Are we afraid of being blocked by wind and rain? Are you afraid to leave the comfortable harbor? No, let me tell you that the storm is dangerous, and the quiet harbor is really warm. Change the ambition of Honghu Lake-don't waste a pair of wings towards the ideal blue sky! I think, a story always leaves some bitterness, which can be touching and beautiful. Isn't it? Edison, Bacon, Nobel, Madame Curie ... How many "tears of struggle" and "blood rain of sacrifice" they shed in order to cultivate successful flowers. Looking at the students who entered the campuses of Tsinghua and Peking University, their faces were full of smiles and satisfaction. Yes, behind them, there are more than ten or even twenty years of bitterness and sweat. Every step, they are struggling alone. Their efforts have brought a bright future. If we want to succeed, we must also experience storms and setbacks.

Reading "Flowers of Success" really benefited a lot! When the flower has experienced the tempering of darkness, the baptism of wind and rain, and the first flower blooms, we should praise not only the delicate beauty of the flower, but also the surging vitality and strong and brave quality after the flower. Friends and elders of the same age call us the flowers of the motherland, and we also hope to hold successful flowers-let's work together!

Bing Xin's Prose Collection Reading Experience Feeling 2 This winter vacation, I read the complete works of Bing Xin's children's literature, and I was deeply touched. ...

Every article written by Bing Xin makes people feel warm, delicate, warm, dull and loving. My favorite article is Little Orange Lantern, which was written by Bing Xin for China Youth Daily in June1957 65438+1October 65438. Some people think it is narrative prose, and many people think it is a children's novel, but it seems more realistic to say it is a children's novel. Through that short monologue, the little orange lamp, which really didn't shine far, suddenly lit up and became a bright light in my heart under the light of the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit.

Grandpa Ba Jin once praised Bing Xin: In the past, we were all lonely children, and we got a lot of warmth and comfort from Bing Xin's works. We know that we love the stars and the sea, and we will always relive our lost maternal love from those kind and beautiful sentences. ...

Anyone who has read Bing Xin's articles, even if there are only a few, will be deeply moved by her heart.

Bing Xin, an outstanding female writer in the history of China literature, her works will be passed down forever and shine in people's hearts forever!

Bing Xin's Prose Collection Reading Experience 3 Bing Xin is a writer at all times and in all countries. Her real name is Xie Wanying, and she has finished many works, the most famous of which is Little Orange Lamp in Bing Xin's children's literature and Bing Xin's prose.

Bing Xin's favorite teacher is Teacher T. In her mind, Teacher T is the most beautiful, peaceful and seductive female teacher, which can be described as "a cicada's head is covered with a moth's eyebrow, and her teeth are like scallops". When Bing Xin was a child, Teacher T thought she was fast and smart, and she became more outstanding when she grew up. But Bing Xin said, in fact, more than half of it is because of Teacher T. If she hadn't given herself a lesson in supplementary arithmetic, how could she continue studying in this class composed of students older than her? Although there is a saying that parents are the best teachers for children, there is no shortage of teachers on the road to growth. Even if parents are graduate students or doctors, they can't take the place of teachers to help and educate their children.

There are many attractive contents in Bing Xin's prose, which tell about Bing Xin's partner and family, as well as all kinds of experiences she has experienced. Bing Xin is so outstanding. In fact, as long as you persist and work hard, you can become a great writer like Bing Xin.

Bing Xin's Prose Collection: Reading Experience and Feeling 4. I like Bing Xin's collection of essays very much. Among them, I like the article A Little Bird best. A Little Bird tells the story of a little bird full of new ideas about nature. It flies to a branch and sings. Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile. Many children under the tree feel beautiful after hearing this song. Since then, the children have come to listen to it every day. But not long after, an unfortunate thing happened. One day, the bird is singing a beautiful song. Suddenly, a bullet came from below, and the bird turned over and fell from the tree. At this time, two old birds flew out of the jungle, caught it and took it to the nest. Its blood dripped from a crack in the tree to the ground. Since then, the children have never heard that song again.

After reading this article, I feel sorry for that little bird. We cannot hurt them, but protect them, because only harmony can create harmony.

The title of the article "A Bird" is about a bird. Its nest is on the highest branch, and its feathers are not plump enough to fly. Singing in the nest every day. His parents went foraging this morning. It was alone in the nest, so it got bored and began to sing again. The songs it sings are full of purity, lightness and beauty. Many people listen to this song as soon as they hear it. Birds also sing happily. In this way, birds come out to sing every day, and people come to listen every day. But some people just want to shoot the bird down with a slingshot when it is singing. On this day, when the bird was singing, a marble shot out from below. As soon as it turned over, it fell from the tree. In the oblique stab, its parents flew like bullets, caught the bird, took it to the nest, and licked the blood from the bird with their mouths. But the blood of this bird seems endless, and more and more blood flows along the trunk to the feet of people below. People still want to hear the clear, light and beautiful voice of the bird, but they can't hear it anymore. People regretted it and passed the day.

This article shows that we human beings are very selfish and destroy the happiness-happiness-tranquility of others for our own benefit. Humans! Don't ruin it like this again, okay?

Reading experience of Bing Xin's prose collection 5 I have been reading recently, but I like Bing Xin's prose collection The Garden of the Cross best. Bing Xin has always been one of my favorite writers. Her "Send another little reader" and "Little orange lamp" have always existed in my heart, like a twinkling morning star, guiding me step by step in the text. Perhaps my love for literature was originally due to these beautiful words. What concerns me most is her translation of some poems in Tagore's prose, Jitang Kerry and Gardener. I admire her talent and innocence.

It can be said that it is this collection of essays that really brings me closer to her. Bing Xin is undoubtedly happy. She has a happy childhood, a perfect family and a high education. She is unfortunate, because she is sickly and was born in wartime. Among so many of her articles, what moved me most was the memory of her mother's text "South Return", which was full of blood and tears and made people cry. Holding a cup of green tea, I sat on the sofa and wiped my tears while watching it, but the sad music that sounded at the right time pushed my mood to a climax, so I had to put down my book and bury my head in tears. After reading this article, I actually stopped several times, not because of anything else, but because of Bing Xin's deep affection and heartache. The deepest sorrow in the world is not that fish and birds can't be together, but that watching the loved one die, but you can't extricate yourself.