Reflections on Half-acre Flower Field

After reading a work carefully, there must be a lot to share. Why not write a review? So how to write a post-reading feeling is more infectious? The following is my comment on "Half an acre in a flower field" (general 10), which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

After reading "Half an acre in a flower field", I felt 1 wandering and browsing among the books, and my eyes paused slightly, falling on a book called "Half an acre in a flower field". The cold and warm covers caught my eye. "If I have never been in this world, what regrets and sadness is there? Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a quiet star, belonging to dust and rain. There is no me in this world, but it is everywhere. " Such a poem captured my heart. This is the first time that I met "a half acre of flowers" and also the first time that I met Tian Wei.

Half an acre in a flower field is a diary, and the prose-style article made me affirm my original idea. The words in the flower field are not the real wonderful life that Tian himself said, but the loneliness floating in mid-air. I love loneliness as much as I love the author of this book.

Tian He and I live in two completely different worlds. When I was coquetry in my parents' arms, she was already struggling with the disease, as if two people would never meet, but after many years, they met in the way of predecessors and successors. I have the same hobby as her-reading. In the quiet afternoon, it is great happiness for book lovers to find a corner in the bookstore and slowly finish reading the books in their hands. I often wonder: will Tian like this afternoon, too? No one told me the answer, but Tian found peace in the noisy world.

Tian is a great man. You know, people who always look at death calmly are worthy of respect. Her lonely thoughts gave birth to her poetic words. Pure spirit's words were easy to get, but they crashed into my heart deeply. That half acre of flower field broke my heart. Tian left his smile to the people around him and his tears to himself.

Tian is innocent, Tian is lovely and Tian is lonely. It doesn't matter when life begins or ends. In this pure white clearing of life, Tian used his pen to compose the next song of life, a solo dance of life. The girl who loves gentian flowers, the girl who looks like gentian flowers, will sleep forever in that half-acre flower field.

"Half an acre of flowers" made me understand: "We should dare to face life and destiny. We come from accident, and life is our most precious gift. " The pen fell, and the light blue sad girl looked at me shallowly with a quiet smile on her mouth. Tian, I wish you all the best.

After reading a flower field and half an acre, 2. A beautiful girl's life is a swan song. Cherish time and life ... don't let us have regrets in time. Since I saw half an acre of land in a flower field, I have started my life goal.

A Beijing girl named Wei Tian was terminally ill at the age of 15, but like stephen hawking, she didn't complain, but was happy with what she had. She didn't give up the last days of her life. She began to write and asked about the meaning of life and youth. The article is full of love, gratitude, persistence and sincerity, which deeply inspires me. Although her life is short, it is full of flavor. As Grandpa Ba Jin said, the meaning of life lies in dedication rather than enjoyment. She also has the advantage of being helpful. On August 6th, 2007, Tian Tian passed away, but she was still writing. Leaving a movie "Half an acre of flowers" touched and inspired me. ...

Life is like a garden with many gaps, and these gaps are regrets. One can't live without regrets, and neither can Tian Wei. Behind those sad words, this teenage girl still hides countless regrets that she brought to heaven-endless tears of her mother, sadness and loneliness, silence and drunkenness of her father, how much she wants to wear a white wedding dress before going to heaven ... but she is not pessimistic.

Occasionally I will lie in bed and think, maybe we are too delicate and not strong enough. Look at those people on the internet who choose to avoid problems and commit suicide every day. Do they know how to cherish life? Do they know how to be grateful to their parents who gave birth to them? Life is like a flower. Flower of life is gorgeous and fragile. If you don't cherish it, it will wither and wither. Since a person's life is full, we should know how to be grateful and cherish, so that our life will be full and meaningful.

Half an acre of flower fields; 3. I recently read Tian Wei's book "Half an acre of flower fields", and I feel that the fields are very strong.

She is such a kind and touching person. After reading her book, I feel that there are so many little lives in life trying to grow up. Her mind is really clear, just like transparent water, giving people a comfortable, quiet and infinite imagination. It's a pity that God loves her so much that he can't bear to let her suffer from illness on earth and take her away from others.

"20 1 1 The Most Worth Reading Book" mentioned Tian Wei's "Half an acre of flowers". On the Internet, Ziyou is another person who dares to face death after Lu Youqing. At the end of her best junior year, her illness ended her life as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade.

By collecting Tian Wei's paintings, photographs and poems. It can make you gradually realize that behind the detailed description of daily life, she reveals helplessness with a little sadness, and also feels the smile soaked in her tears. ...

Half an acre of flower fields. Half-acre flower field-a beautiful girl's life swan song. Her name is Wei Tian, a strong and beautiful girl. She 15 years old was terminally ill and began to write a blog to pursue the meaning of life and youth. Her lines are full of love, gratitude, persistence and sincerity. 18 years old, she was admitted to the Chinese Department of beijing language and culture university, and her blog was widely circulated among her classmates. On August 3rd, 2007, Tian Wei passed away at the age of 2 1. The day before her death, she was still writing, leaving a field of flowers and half an acre written with her life, which touched and inspired countless people. Wei Tian is a typical post-80s girl, but not as impetuous and impulsive as the post-80s youth. She told us in beautiful words: be grateful and be kind to life. She wrote in the book: "Live with gratitude.

We come from accident, and life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don't resent and grieve because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile, because there is love and we should not be afraid. Suffering from a terminal illness, she has no resentment or sadness about the world, but uses her only time to thank people around her, life, society and the whole world. It is such a strong and optimistic girl who wrote: "Mom said it would be great if you could get pregnant again. You seem to hate yourself and make me sick. Mom, I will always thank you for giving me life. Although this body has many disappointments, life has always been a unique and most precious gift. I am grateful that I am your daughter in this life, and thank you for snuggling up to you and opening it in your palm, mom. Unfortunately, we share the same fate.

Happiness is a deeper theme. Han Ranfei said: "The impetuousness and noise in this world cannot be added together. However, watching "Flower Field and Half an acre" made me feel the clear beauty of life. Classic works of art should have such a sense of construction. " This book has no clear theme, but I think its theme is: being grateful for all the beautiful things in this world. At present, when we mention the word "gratitude", most people will only think of gratitude to their parents, family and friends. Few people think of gratitude to society and all those who have helped you, and few people think of gratitude to all those who have hurt you. Of course, all this gratitude comes from gratitude to your parents-starting with those who are closest to you and have given you the most. As parents, of course, I hope my children can learn to be grateful and raise themselves. This reminds me of an incident last year-the 23rd day of the fifth lunar month is my mother's birthday. I used my savings to buy 36 carnations and wrapped them in a bundle. When my mother blew out the candles, I held this bunch of flowers from behind. My mother was shocked. I smiled and said loudly, "mom, thank you for your care and love over the years." I bought a bunch of flowers with yours. My mother hugged me and cried excitedly.

Say in my ear: "The child has finally grown up, grown up!" Afterwards, my mother raised 36 flowers with water. It only bloomed for a week or two, and under the careful care of my mother, it lasted for a month, perhaps moved by this love. In this impetuous era, many people forget to be grateful. A few days ago, there was a scene at the school gate: a mother rode a battery car behind a child and "begged" and said, "Son, get on the bus. Don't go. Mom is still very busy today. Get in the car quickly. Mom will do business after taking you home! " The child didn't appreciate it at all: "You go, you do your thing, I'll walk home myself, I won't see you off, you go, don't follow me, put on airs!" " "A pair of aggressive appearance.

His mother stood there motionless, and the parents, students and pedestrians beside her accused the classmate: "How can this be?" "It's wicked!" "Too much!" How could this happen! "... yes, no matter whether your mother earns money or not, how can you do this to your mother-a person who raised you with a runny nose and tears! Mom, give you life, give you spiritual needs, give you material needs, how can you treat your mother like this, let alone be grateful, and even love your mother! That's too much. In such an era, should we reflect on whether we don't understand our parents, whether we love our parents from the beginning of helping them share a housework, and whether we are grateful to them? Gratitude doesn't have to be vigorous. Sometimes, a touching smile, a loving hug and an understanding word can be regarded as gratitude.

Grateful, starting from physical labor bit by bit. Life is wonderful because of gratitude; Life is wonderful because of gratitude! Learn to be grateful and let us grow up in gratitude!

The moment I got the book, I didn't rush to open the title page and write my name as usual, but looked at the ink painting on the cover as the background. That line was fluent and impeccable, and it fainted into an ink mark in my noisy mind.

Heart, suddenly quiet a lot, open the book, turn page by page, read word by word. Tian Weijuan's calligraphy surprised me. When I look at her photo, I can't describe the pain in my mind. This is a sunny, optimistic and lively woman. Her smile is bleak, and her bright and clear eyes seem to be wittily saying something to me. What a lovely woman this is. Why did God want to take her life so badly? She is all smiles, she is so vivid!

Her writing is beautiful, unpretentious and full of warmth. On a boat, I quietly enjoyed the scenery she painted with the long river of time. She said: "We should live with gratitude. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile. Because there is love, we should not be afraid. " There seems to be an emotion coming up, warm and spreading all over the body.

Continue reading, tears gradually blurred my eyes. I seem to see a Wei Tian in a floral dress, standing in the bright spring and smiling at me, her eyes shining with soft light. I want to go up and hug her, but she is too far away from me, even if I run with all my strength, I can't catch up.

It can be seen that she is a pure and kind girl, just like her favorite gentian flower, with a little pink in pure white and infinite shyness. Even though the magic of pain made her ache all over, her writing was still so sunny. She told us: "I must be optimistic and strong, so I refused embarrassment and sadness." Although I shed tears, it was because of pain that I felt like a skin, because I loved too much. "

I couldn't help but burst into tears several times in the middle. I watched and listened quietly, feeling her sadness, enjoying her happiness and hurting her pain. It turns out that the gray heart has also become full of hope, but there is too much melancholy and too much helplessness. I don't want to watch her gradually have words and fly to heaven with open arms and a smile. But at that moment, time stopped, my heart suddenly tightened and my chest ached. The words "mourning for Tian Wei" stung my eyes.

Why, one second you were smiling at me, and the next you left quietly? Big drops of tears hit the table, but it was so sad and painful. I can only stand on the shore and watch her go away, but there is nothing I can do. In the darkness, she smiled again with a shy smile. She patted me on the shoulder and whispered to me, "When life finally got away from glitz, I finally got peace. Please don't be sad, ordinary is for the most beautiful-"

I covered my eyes and dared not look any more. At this moment, the sky is gray. The wind continued to lament my sadness. I think, you must have never left me, you must have never,

So I spent my life in silence with the person I remember. "Your words, like a meaningful song, are familiar and unfamiliar. On the winter night when you no longer howl, let my gray heart wander happily in your world, sing repeatedly in my heart, and the melody you give. "

After reading "Half an acre in a flower field", I recently saw a book "Half an acre in a flower field" recommended by my friends in the poetry club. I don't know if you have seen it. My feeling after reading it is that when a work is about life and death, readers will be moved by it.

This is a masterpiece. I thought I didn't understand. I flipped through a few pages, but I became interested in it. My interest in reading is out of control. Her words are slightly sad, mostly pale, gray and pure white, and there are also blue narratives, such as: blue school, blue school uniform, blue sky, just like white, and blue gives people a feeling of sadness. There is a preface to this book. Are you afraid of getting sick? Why are you so sad? But after reading it carefully, it is full of her sighs about several lives, and finally I understand why so many people shed tears for her, perhaps because of the shadow of death, but more because of her respect for life and delicacy of life. She said that she likes delicious food, and so does she. Liang's evaluation is full of articles without any abridgement. How exquisite! I admire her handwriting, which is close to imitating the Song Dynasty. I can only think of "roughness". Since primary school, I have been called "the king of carelessness". I don't know whether to be happy or shy. It should be the latter.

I have been immersed in Nalan's words. It's time to take a look and thank my social friend. Hehe, his strong recommendation made me interested in this book. After reading the preface carefully, I know that "half acre flower field" comes from two places: first, half acre flower field has a very good response in her blog; Second, it is taken from the half-acre square pond of Zhu's Thoughts on Reading in the Southern Song Dynasty. When the sky is high and the clouds are light, there is clearly a source of running water. I should have thought of that. Forgive my ignorance.

Although I haven't finished reading the book, the fragrance of this woman's book has been printed in my mind. I cherish every minute, and I can see the nuances of daily life between the lines. Is it just because life is about to die? I think it's more than that, but personally, I haven't been able to think deeply.

My feelings stopped. If I look closely, I will think!

Tian Wei, a name that can only be called from the bottom of my heart; Flower field, full of poetic imagination; Half an acre of flowers, with 500,000 words, a faint blue cover and a beautiful bookmark of gentian flowers, is a book that needs to be read in the palm of your hand. Holding it in your hand is like folding a delicate flower, afraid to shake off the petals, and like holding a sleeping baby, afraid to disturb his sweet dream.

I met Tian Wei by chance. One day, I went down to the village, sat at my desk, and leafed through the "Flower Field and Half an acre" on my desk. Wei Tian, a girl with big eyes and a sweet smile, is so pure and calm, and the words that exude the brilliance of human nature gush from the bottom of my heart. In her works, early morning, dusk and rainy nights are fascinating, while green hills, rain, snow and beaches are all fascinating. There is no false ugliness in life, only truth, goodness and beauty, and people can't release it. I think this is a strong girl and a person who lives with her heart.

Maybe you won't know, it is such a terminally ill girl. She loves life so much, and God is unfair to her. She has only a short period of 21 years. But in the face of death, she didn't blame others and gave up on herself. She always keeps silent, beyond her age. With her own pen and heart, she recorded the beauty and brilliance of life, which made people sigh that life is the most beautiful thing in this universe, and life is so awesome. "Butterfly flies away" reads the words in the preface of the famous writer Liang, such as drowning in the throat.

"Stand with a smile", "Meet all the arrangements, don't complain or be sad, be calm and calm". I can't imagine that such a young life has such a profound literary foundation and is so calm and calm in the face of death. Maybe God is fair after all. Gave her a sick body, but gave her a quiet heart, an understanding heart, expressive brushwork, so that she left such a touching life swan song. Twenty-one-year-old Wei Tian's life came to an abrupt end, but the flower field has been gorgeous!

Hold "half an acre of flower fields" again, and wish all the fields in the sky are good!

After reading "Half an acre in a flower field", I will read "Half an acre in a flower field" first. I happened to see an article about Tian Wei in the reader in the chaos of senior three. At that time, it had been more than two years since her death. Although I have never met in the best years, I am deeply grateful to have the opportunity to read her words.

It has nothing to do with commercial interests or novelty fascination. It's just a diary of a terminally ill girl's mood in the process of fighting her fate, but it's far more than that for me.

Because this is an anthology of blog articles compiled by David Honda's parents and friends after his death, covering the affection, friendship and love that Tian Wei met in his short life. No deliberate moaning and complaining. Even if you are often tortured by illness and can't sleep, you can't go to school like a normal child and you can't run briskly. Tian is still optimistic: I want to be happy, I just want to be happy. I have never looked directly at the approach of death, and dare not say that life and death are meaningless. In Tian's eyes, I see the magnificence of life, but I still can't understand the quiet beauty of death. Life is full of ups and downs, life is full of crises. Tian, I also want to be happy, and I want to believe in happiness.

An article that has been turned over countless times was written on Tian's mother's birthday the year he died. Parents' hearts are the softest in the world. More than 20 years ago, it was Tian's mother's insistence that gave Tian a chance to walk in this world and linger on an unfinished trip. For more than 20 years, in the face of her sickly daughter, my mother has never stopped blaming herself in her heart, only hating that she can't bear this heartless disease for her little daughter. Tian said, "Mom, unfortunately, we share the same fate, but happiness is a deeper theme." Is that so? I am so closely linked to your destiny that no one can feel each other's pain more deeply than we do. Many times, reading Tian's words about mother reminds me of my mother. How lucky I am, as your youngest daughter in this life, I can cry in your arms when I am wronged, but I have your gentle but firm support when I fail. You are like Tian's mother, too. Every time I get sick, I will blame myself and deeply blame myself. I just want to bear all the pain for me. However, how reluctant I am to let the years carve wrinkles on your face and steal your natural smile. Therefore, I secretly swear here that I want to have a healthy body, a stable life and a future that I can travel with you.

I think, because of this unforeseeable future and inevitable death, Tian must have a beautiful love that he never dared to expect. However, I met a warm and generous bear after all. Tian, I guess, he must have generous shoulders, bearing your thoughts and worries. I guess, he may not have the appearance of Jian Xing, but he always has a smile, which can make you feel that all the pains and difficulties can be overcome, because you must be eager, so eager, to build a small family for your wife in this life? I have seen the beauty of love, and I was willing to restrain all my abilities for one person. I also want to watch the lonely world side by side with a person, drink a glass of wine that can choke tears under the dim light and sing an unbroken poem. However, this vast world and confusing time have kept us thinking and thinking. However, maybe nothing can be saved. Drink this cup and forget. Miss this life, maybe just for the reunion in the afterlife.

You also wrote about friendship, Jing and Zhu Zhu, and Liang, and those patients who are also fighting various diseases in the hospital. Those people who play in your life one by one are like jumping partners in my youth. You may have a little temper when you write Zhu Zhu with round glasses, but there are no secrets from you. You also wrote gentle silence, and you always hoped that she would not be hurt. Your babbling and dreams with the deer shine with warm light in the ordinary and vulgar life. You wrote well, too, and shared some other ideas with you. More or less like this, my she, my he, and my she and her. We met and stayed together in the most beautiful and innocent years, sharing the different agitation and joy of growing up. Youth is a tune played by the blues harmonica, which carries our memories and hopes and floats to the deeply polished sky. So I began to be as pious as you, with my fingers crossed, praying deeply for my friends around me, the bright future of distant, past, present and happiness that will never expire.

You and I are so similar, we love words, music and life. We have too many similar preferences, but we have different twists and turns. After all, I am luckier than you. I have a healthy body. Even though life often drives me into a corner, as long as I live, I am deeply optimistic. You said, "I no longer exist in this world, but I am everywhere." I think so, because I always feel that you have never left.

After reading half an acre of a flower field, I feel 9. The light blue cover is printed with Wei Tian's favorite gentian flower, and there is a line of small print: the last song of a beautiful girl's life. It is also light blue, calm and serene.

Wei Tian, a Beijing girl, is terminally ill at the age of fifteen, but she is still cheerful and optimistic. At the age of twenty-one, she quietly left, leaving only half an acre of flower fields. I can't imagine how a weak girl can write half an acre of flowers under the torture of illness.

This is a brick book, very thick and heavy. I know, it condenses the girl's perception of life and the peace of standing in front of death. I know she is not afraid of death, but she is resisting the invasion of disease with love, kindness and courage, and dancing alone with a broken life.

There is a sentence on the title page: No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile, because there is love, we should not be afraid. This sentence appeals to me very much. After reading it again and again, I suddenly understand that it is love that supports Tian Wei's strength! She said: "The words in the flower field are not the real excitement of life, but the loneliness floating in the air." I just read a few pages, and the author's beautiful words gave me a great shock. I like this kind of writing, so "Flower Field and Half an acre" became my pillow book, and her shallow smile was in my dream. I call the article in the book "diary prose", which records a scene, a person, a dream, a past event or a "broken thought" in life.

Wei Tian mentioned in an article that when she was lying in a pale hospital, lying in a pale hospital bed, covered with a pale sheet, facing the pale wall and her mother who was pale with grief, she didn't cry. Instead, she resisted the pain, forced a smile to comfort her mother, and held her thin hand tightly ... When I saw the word "forced a smile", I felt that something had caught a corner of my heart and I couldn't let it go for a long time.

This is Wei Tian's youth. I was moved by her, by her regretless youth, and by half an acre of flowers. Wei Tian is like a gentian flower with white powder, pure and uninhibited. She is a butterfly living in the wind and rain, enduring the wind and rain, but giving people the most beautiful smile.

In the half-acre flower field, the gentian flower has withered and the butterfly has flown away, but the once gorgeous flower and the butterfly that once danced around Wei Tian will always live in people's hearts and warm the hearts of countless people.

After reading "Flower Field and Half an acre" 10 "Who said that life is a pure white clearing? Lonely people linger repeatedly. This pure white makes me laugh and cry, and it also makes me understand the truth of the world a little bit. "

There is a girl who almost stubbornly likes simple and beautiful summer, likes gentian flowers, keeps warm by writing, and her writing is fresh and elegant, but she suffers from a blood disease similar to that of hematologic cancer in the second day of junior high school. When her "half-acre flower field" brought comfort and warmth to people, she had flown away like a butterfly and was silent in heaven.

This girl has almost the same fate as Kitō Aya, the heroine of A liter of tears. It seems that God can't see beauty. Flowers in bud are always told when they will wither prematurely. But she is undoubtedly strong and forbearing, and she is pregnant with great strength under calm-smiling all the time, only vaguely shedding tears, but Biya is stronger. Although Leah once said, "I can't move, but I want to live", she couldn't help but say sadly, "At least one liter of tears should be shed before I decide to give up these things". However, in the face of the unkind word "live well", Wei Tian said, the snow will eventually fall, and I won't cry. She understands that death is not the antonym of life, but a part of life. In the book "A Half-acre Flower Field", she has a longing for affection, friendship and unfinished love. She said: "I am not a woman who can dissolve love in silence after all."

Some people say that it is very lucky to meet a predestined relationship book in the vast sea of books. Fortunately, although Wei Tian is gone, she can still touch me-at least, we still have "half an acre of flowers". Her true feelings are revealed between the lines, which is so valuable in this society that advocates narcissism, fashionable writing and moaning without illness.

I still remember someone asking her, "Why are you alive?" Tian said "attachment and reluctance". Should we be thankful that at least we are alive? ! Living in the present is a gift of life. It was Tian Wei who gave us a glimpse of the beauty of life before we died. When we think of Tian Wei, why don't we live a good life?