The feeling of reading "Half an acre of flower field"

Thoughts on Reading "Flower Field and Half an acre"

Default classification 2009-10-1921:52 reading 18 comments 0 font size: middle and small students accidentally passed the meridian letters of CCTV this summer, and they first knew that there was a sincere book called Half an acre of flowers. There was a beautiful girl named Wei Tian with a simple and strong heart.

The book "Half an acre in a flower field" mainly uses a very delicate prose diary to record Tian Wei's rational thinking about life after his illness. Reading through the book, it is not difficult to see that although the author of the book is occasionally frustrated, he loves life and cherishes life with an optimistic attitude. Tian Wei likes chatting with her mother and friends, loves beauty and has enviable love. He also likes listening to Faye Wong's songs and photography. He also had a "phobia of science" in middle school. No different from ordinary girls. The only and biggest difference is that they are obsessed with words and bear the load of life.

In the process of reading, sometimes I feel funny for her whimsical innocence; Sometimes, from her once interesting stories, I feel inexplicably kind and familiar; Sometimes, I feel heartache and sadness for her being hospitalized again and again; Sometimes, I really want to talk to her when I see a question mark in her article.

There are not many protagonists in Flower Field, such as Tian Wei, Tian Wei's mother, Tian Wei's good friend, Faye Wong and so on.

Coffee, umbrellas, trains, sounds, trees ... everything around you can be written at your fingertips, so talented; "Spring is clearly coming, how can you lock it out of the window?" What delicate and emotional words. "The pain is my own. And my mother bought my life with pain, but now she wants to buy my health and happiness with her own pain. She can't hurt me, but she melts my pain with love. I know that my mother's heart suffers more than my body. " "I'm afraid my mother knows that my foot hurts again, so I've been trying to hold back and pretend as if nothing has happened. However, every time, she can always find "what a warm mother, what a sensible, filial and strong daughter"; You (mom) said that you want to find a good man, not smoking or drinking, and want a family. I nodded, and I expected and longed for it. " "If you can. It just makes my right eye cry. The other eye makes her have a bright smiling face. "How much I love life." I will never forget who encouraged me when I was in the most difficult time, and who braved the high temperature to cross half a city to visit me in the hospital during the heavy study in Grade Three. All this time, I just moved quietly in my heart. "What a precious friendship." I became ugly. I'm afraid to see you. You said it wasn't ugly. You said Tian is the most beautiful, and no one can compare it. "What pure love.

I was deeply impressed by several articles written by Hua Tiantian, among which Two or Three Things with Books is one, which is divided into three parts: bestseller, middle school bookstore, beauty and book. This paper describes Tian Wei's dissatisfaction and disgust with bestsellers, his persistence in writing and his pursuit of writers' dreams. This impressed me deeply. Didn't I also have the complex of "middle school bookstore" when I was in middle school? Don't I go to Wen Hui every Sunday? Don't you often exchange bits and pieces of breakfast buckles for some physics exercise books? Why are you rich now? Now that all the hardware facilities are ready, you don't study as hard as before? Why can't I pursue my dream of hacking as she pursues her dream of becoming a writer?

Other articles are bitter, hospital, painful and disgusting conversations. These are philosophical reflections on life in illness. It is not difficult to see that Tian Wei's attitude towards unfortunate fate is not commensurate with his status. Is this optimistic, positive and open-minded, or is Zhuangzi-style life worth describing? Perhaps all the words that describe it are pale and powerless. There is no doubt that these articles deeply touched me and made me respect. At the same time, ironically, I used to be inexplicably afraid of getting sick.

If there is no me in this world.

So, what are the regrets?

What sadness?

Life is full of twists and turns,

Death is a quiet star.

Turn to dust,

Return to the rain and dew

There is no me in this world,

But I'm not everywhere.

I like this poem of hers best. Perhaps it is the best interpretation of her life.

Butterflies will eventually fly away, however, I can often find the shadow of butterflies.