Reflections on Lao She's Works

Today, we learned the text Grassland. The grassland written by Lao She is really beautiful. "The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings only render green without ink lines. Green is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. " This sentence describes the soft and green features of the hills, and compares the hills to Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. No wonder Mr. Lao She wrote: "In such a state, even the old cow and the good horse can't stand." Yes, even the old cow and the fine horse are deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of this grassland. How can they not make people feel relaxed and happy and linger? If I were a singer, I would make the most beautiful songs reverberate in the vast grassland; If I were a photographer, I would shoot this picturesque grassland with the highest technology; if ...

The scenery on the grassland is beautiful, and the enthusiasm of people on the grassland is even more touching. "I don't know how I got into the yurt, but the milk tea fell and the milk tofu was placed." I also brought the most famous hand-grabbed mutton. The Ewenki girls are singing and dancing, expressing their friendship and welcome to the Han nationality. "Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language." When I read this, I can't help thinking of a song: 56 nationalities, 56 flowers, 56 brothers and sisters are a family; Fifty-six languages, summed up in one sentence, love my China, love my China, love my China ... No wonder Mr. Lao She sighed at the end of the article: Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese?

The article "Growing Flowers" describes in detail the bitterness and joy of Grandpa Lao She in his flower growing work, and fully expresses his love for labor. After reading this article, I have a deep understanding of the ups and downs in childbirth. "If the weather changes suddenly, you have to mobilize the whole family to save flowers and plants, regardless of whether your back hurts or your legs hurt." How can labor be sweet without suffering? There is no happiness without labor, and there is no labor without pain. Isn't Lao She's grandfather's experience a strong proof? Labor is bitter before it is sweet. Shouldn't I also rack my brains and think hard when I write my composition? How sweet it is to see your satisfactory composition after suffering! "It's not a bad thing to gain more knowledge." How well you speak! However, if you want to acquire knowledge without labor and pain, how can you do it? How can I be happy and sweet? People who can't eat bitterness will never be invited to swim in the ocean of knowledge. I used to study hard and wanted to learn my lessons well, but I couldn't get rid of the habit of playing and sleeping. After the education of teachers and parents, I finally understand the truth of "study hard" Now, I have given up playing too much, seized time to study hard, mastered more and more solid knowledge, and finally tasted the sweetness of learning. "If you don't work, you can't keep a flower alive. Isn't that the truth? " What a philosophical remark! Grandpa Lao She not only expounded the importance of labor, but also revealed the truth of doing things for people. This sentence will always be my motto: only labor can create a better life. I want to ask, what can I do without work? I can't help but think of the scene of making my own model airplane: in the hot summer, the scorching sun, the burning people and the mosquito "army" are even more annoying, but I still concentrate on assembling, which is quite difficult and the parts slide to both sides; The strength is small, and the adhesion is not good. It is also difficult to glue evenly. I didn't lose heart at my first failure. I will try again. I spread the glue evenly and held it firmly in my hand, never relaxing. One second, two seconds ... one minute, two minutes ... my hands are sweaty. My hands are sour and painful, and I keep pinching them, even if the acute angle of the parts cuts my hands. Finally, an exquisite small plane model was born in my hands. I thought happily: although I suffered some hardships, it was worth it! After reading the text "Planting Flowers", I deeply realized the true meaning of labor: after tasting bitter, spicy, sour and salty, there will be endless sweetness. I must always love labor!

Reflections on Reading Beijing Spring Festival

Just after the exam, my parents asked me to preview the content of next semester. I am very unhappy. It's almost the Spring Festival. I just finished the exam and didn't let people rest. Too "fascist".

Turning over the book mechanically, I thought of the Spring Festival, and actually saw an article "Spring Festival in Beijing", not wanting to be attracted.

It turns out that the Spring Festival is so lively. According to this date, it is time to prepare for the Spring Festival. In the past, the Spring Festival in Beijing began on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month: people cooked laba porridge, soaked laba garlic, bought new year's goods, and celebrated the Spring Festival ... to make full preparations for the Spring Festival.

But what about now? No festive atmosphere, no fun, alas. Nowadays, people's ways and habits of celebrating the New Year can't be found in Mr. Lao She's eyes. Laba porridge, sesame sugar and jiaozi, I seldom eat them, or even have never eaten them. What I used to eat during the Spring Festival was supposed to be delicious, but I didn't. Now I eat hamburgers, French fries and coke. Sure, it tastes good.

I really want to go back to study camel Xiangzi.

This novel takes the life of Beijing citizens in the late 1920s as the background, and takes the bumpy and tragic life experience of rickshaw driver Xiangzi as the main plot, which profoundly exposes the darkness of old China and accuses the ruling class of its deep sympathy for the working people.

It shows a true picture of old China, full of life, with distinctive national style and local characteristics. Xiangzi, who was competitive, wanted to be a "free foreign driver" and married Tigress, the daughter of Si Liu. Tigress died in childbirth soon. Joy, the daughter of Er Qiangzi, the driver, has feelings for Xiangzi, but because she is poor, she can't combine. When Xiangzi, who was full of hope for the future, came to see Xi 'er, Xi 'er was dead. The competitive Xiangzi was finally swallowed up by a cannibal society.

I seem to see the overpass, the Drum Tower and the White Pagoda, which are archways, streets, car factories, painting academies and bustling crowds. This is old Beijing decades ago, but there is no idyllic happiness here, but Xiangzi's big feet keep running across the streets and alleys. Under the scorching sun, there are his difficult figures everywhere in the rain and snow. The whip of soldiers and bandits, Mr. Yang's exploitation, his scolding, the robbery of Detective Sun, and the indifference of foreign doctors, this is a real hell! Finally, Tigress died tragically, Joy hanged herself, the old horse's head fell to death in the street, and Xiangzi finally fell down and disappeared into a city gate hole ... This was the life of the working people at the bottom of Beijing in the 1920s. This vivid description made me realize the insurmountable tragic fate of rickshaw pullers, and let me deeply understand what it was like.

Xiangzi's tragedy is the product of his social life environment. By describing the characters and interpersonal relationships around Xiangzi, the novel truly shows the life of that dark society, the ugly faces of warlords, spies and car factory owners, and the distorted reflection of the oppression and oppressed relationship of Xiangzi by their ruling network. Go ahead, have a big meal and have a good time. It used to take a month for the Spring Festival!

Written by Mr. Lao She> Thoughts after reading an article.

It is written in the article that Mr. Lao She hated hens at first because it was endless.

He cried loudly, but later he changed his mind about hens because he found them.

He is very responsible, caring, hardworking and great, so he not only stops hating his mother.

Chicken, thought it was a hero.

After reading this essay, it reminds me of my mother. I hate her,

Just as Mr. Lao She hates hens. Because she talks to me all day.

Talking, sometimes even hitting me and scolding me, I not only hate her, but also. I object to it.

Read the sentence of this article repeatedly: "Mother must be a mother."

Heroes. "I began to remember my mother slowly and carefully.

My mother's kindness to me began to appear in my mind like a movie.

Flash, which one is nagging? She was afraid that I would be frozen and hungry, and wanted to know me.

What's the situation at school? That's why you ask me this and that. She hit me and scolded me because

I made mistakes again and again and broke her heart again and again. I know, she

Is hate iron not to produce! The more she hates me, doesn't she love me more? When I was born

When I was ill, she stayed up all night watching me. In my life, she never lets me worry about eating.

Worried about wearing; In study, she helps me solve difficult problems. Besides, she also taught me how to tolerate others and how to help others.

How to be an upright person?

After reading this article, I don't hate my mother anymore. Mr. Lao She was right: "Mother must be."

A hero. My mother is no exception.