Feeling after reading Altay.

After reading a classic, everyone must have a lot of feelings. It's time to write a review and record it. But what are the requirements for reading? The following is my collected model essay on Altay's post-reading feeling, for reference only. Let's have a look.

My Altay Post-reading Model essay 1 The original intention of life is to survive, to live. Some people say that life is to live for survival; Some people say that life is to live comfortably in the world. I think life is not only for survival, but also for material life. Living is more meaningful and valuable. Although life is short, it is not worthwhile to go to the world.

There are many examples of loving life, but we lack a pair of spiritual eyes. Helen Keller, an American writer and educator who is blind and deaf, was deaf and blind due to illness at the age of one. She was not knocked down by difficulties. With the help and guidance of the teacher, she overcame all kinds of difficulties, learned to read and speak, and gradually mastered five languages, including English, French and German. She used what she learned to write a series of famous books such as My Life Story and out of the dark, and gave speeches and reports all over the world. She set up a charity to help disabled people like her. Her love action has been recognized and endorsed by many people. At that time, Time magazine selected her as one of the top ten hero idols in the United States, and she also won the Presidential Medal of Freedom and other awards. Helen Keller was a poor child since she was a child and did not enjoy the childhood life of a normal child. She has never thought about how to live a comfortable life in her life. Although she is physically disabled, she is not disabled. She is preoccupied with how to help more people and make more contributions to the poor. Such a life is a valuable life.

Li Juan's article My Altay is a true portrayal of the author's love for the motherland. This book is written with her life story in Xinjiang. Li Juan grew up in Xinjiang. At that time, Xinjiang was very backward, with a vast territory and few people, and there were no roads. It is inconvenient to go out by car, and the only phone used is satellite phone. This kind of telephone is not only expensive, but also has poor voice effect, so it gets stuck in rainy and windy days. The climate in Xinjiang is changeable, with drought when it doesn't rain and flood when it rains. There is hail in summer, snowstorm in winter when it is cold, and there are often locusts. But in spite of this, Li Juan chose to live here, mainly because she loves the land and life here!

Romain rolland said: "There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the person who knows life and loves it." Seneca once said: "A life full of content is a long life, and we should measure life by behavior rather than time".

Life is like water, indifferent to simplicity, indifferent to fame and fortune, indifferent to painting, indifferent to honor and disgrace, indifferent to temptation, quiet inside, clear and transparent; Life is like tea, half a cup of tea, watching the ups and downs of life, a quiet mind, watching the cool world. If you really want to love life, you must know its taste.

The book I received this week is My Altay, which has three series, among which my favorite is My Horse, the first series. This article is about: a person owes a lot of money to the author's family, but when this person dies, only his relatives can pay it back, but his family really can't afford it. Then the author's mother called the author and told him about it, which reminded him that he wanted to buy a horse at home two years ago, because at that time, the author's family had not dug a well and had to go to the Ulungu River two kilometers away to pick it. Summer is fine. In winter, the river freezes into thick solid ice, so we have to carry the water out with a pole and an axe. Carry water every day, break the ice every day, and the ice hole that breaks the ice on the first day will freeze again overnight. The author's mother thinks it would be nice to have a little donkey without a horse.

That summer, I praised a lot of hay, crushed it and packed it in several sacks. But the horse didn't develop in the end. We dug a well in the yard. The author imagines that he has a horse's head. He has to move first, build a house in a suburban field and enclose a big yard. Around the yard, a large area of land should be reclaimed and planted with deep and dense forage. You have to marry someone who is also willing to keep horses. It is best that he has a lot of experience in raising horses. Children in the future will also like horses. In this way, I will stay for the horse forever, forever. ..... That is to say, unless I really love Altay and decide to live in Altay forever, I will never have a horse.

After reading this article, I have many feelings: I think we are born blessed, because it is so difficult for the author to buy a horse at home, but now we don't know how to cherish it. Before thinking, the author will plan what to do after having a horse. I think we should learn from the author's habit of planning everything.

I recommend you to read this book.

My model essay "Thoughts on Altay 3" attracted me to open this book at first, and it was its name-my Altay. It is with deep love that we dare to declare to all of us: beautiful Altay, this lonely and beautiful land, is my Altay; This is mine. Through the author Li Juan's fresh words, from her mouth, I finally learned that there is such a place in our country, where there is loneliness and where there is the simplest existence. However, no matter how we explore this place, only they know it.

You can't see too many gorgeous words, let alone obscure words or ideas. It's like just seeing a very ordinary person sitting opposite him in bright clothes that have been faded by the wind and the sun. A little shy, calm, telling her life. Her tone is so gentle, and her description contains so much pride and joy. She sincerely took my hand and walked to the place where she could not leave. It turns out there is such a place in the world. In that place, even the crazy sandstorm on the Gobi has its own style.

She is telling, she is describing, not deliberately trying to show anything, but simply can't help but tell them what she knows about this place. This place belongs to her and it doesn't belong to her. She doesn't care. She was glad to find that she knew this existence was different from any other place. What she sees, her life, only she knows; People there are walking around, busy, happy and lost, and only they know their disappointment and love for that land.

I finally know that she has the horse that someone has paid off her debts, a motorcycle that she rode all day, one year she went to the forest to pick fungus, and some interesting little people who always call home from her shop. I feel so interesting and warm after reading it every time. On the way with her uncle, the motorcycle ran out of gas, but passers-by generously poured oil for them. In that place where the sky is so blue and the wind is so urgent, there are the most simple and lovely people. They will complain, they will be disappointed, they will be busy making a living, and they will seize the opportunity to enjoy it. They are so different, but so real, even more real than the people around us.

How carefree that should be! Riding on the road, free and easy! Standing in the middle of infinity and infinity, shouting loudly, I don't know who will hear, maybe no one will hear. But who cares! It turns out that I only have a little in this lonely and distant land, and I insist on shouting it out. Happy! Yes, the world is big, the time is long and the people are small.

But I won't. No matter what I know from her mouth, I can't really know, see and understand that place like the people who live there. Even, I can't find it after searching hard, because it is difficult for our hearts to integrate with the purity, sincerity and frankness there. They are honest with good and evil, honest with themselves, honest with others, and more honest with the sky above their heads and the ground under their feet. When we go, we can't see what it really looks like there.

There really is a place only they know.

After reading My Altay, I read Li Juan's My Altay, as if I had been brought into a world where the sky is like a vault and the fields are covered in cages: the sky is boundless, the earth is vast, and heaven and earth are connected, and a group of simple and kind people between heaven and earth live happily. The author's language is true, natural, simple, clear and natural, with sadness in liveliness, loneliness in liveliness and vicissitudes in clearness ... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, which makes me want to stop, and I can only sincerely sigh that Li Juan is really a genius.

The book describes ordinary little things in life, which is very simple, but you find it interesting to read. "If I get sick in Tu Tu," vividly describes the process of the fat doctor treating people and his funny behavior, which really makes people worry about the patients. "Bird" brand cigarette is about my mother selling department stores in her unique way, which is easy to understand, humorous and interesting; The "bad boy" of Amak's family in "Amak's Little Son" loves to play pranks. I talk about business over and over again and it's "bad" to the extreme, but when I go to his house to pay the rent, he treats us seriously. It's ridiculous. About Alcoholics describes the scene of alcoholics drinking and their funny behavior after drinking ... what a simple life. In the backcountry where the wind is urgent and the sky is high, people are so simple and kind "I" and my uncle were halfway, and the motorcycle ran out of gas, but passers-by generously poured oil for them. Someone went to my grocery store to buy things, but I met him all over the mountain. That man waited patiently at my house to watch the shop for me. Herdsmen are honest and kind, and they have faith. If drunks drink too much, they won't break the contract. Even strangers "we" allow credit ... my heart is deeply touched by the warmth of the ground.

Li Juan's writing style is unpretentious. Let people understand at a glance and never have to guess. She described the process of camel eating leaves: first, she grabbed the root end of the branch with her mouth, and then rolled all the way along the branch to the top-in this way, all the leaves on this branch entered her mouth, neat and beautiful. The fat doctor took the key and opened the lock. "At an incomprehensible speed, he inserted the key into the keyhole in the middle drawer of the desk." He "has a pair of big hands like cattail leaf fans, holding such a small key and opening such a small lock." Because I always can't aim at the keyhole, my breathing is getting faster and faster. " "I really want to rush up and grab the key and open it for him." Her language is extremely precise and subtle. The moon on the grassland "floats quietly on the other side of the sky, with thin and sharp edges." It's too cold on the bus. "It's too cold to move. They feel that when they move, they leak out in an instant, so that the embattled cold can seize a loophole and suddenly hollow out the warmth hidden in the deepest part of their bodies. " Her language is humorous and interesting, and the porridge is too thin. Grandma marveled, "God, the soup is sparse, and I have to roll up my trouser legs and jump down to get a few mouthfuls of food." The fat doctor in Kautu "How can he be so fat?" "One leg of his trousers is enough for me to change a dress." Her language is full of poetry. Her Xinjiang is "unfamiliar with grain in the soil, unfamiliar with footprints in the road, unfamiliar with wells in water, and unfamiliar with coal in fire." The shower girl in her eyes is "tall and weak, and every ups and downs are the only ripples that refuse to stop after the water waves are still."

Li Juan's heart is strong. In this clear and transparent text, it is her strong and optimistic attitude. In such a remote corner, Li Juan, his mother and his 88-year-old grandmother followed the herdsmen to make a transition and piled up their own tents. The cold, strong wind, heavy rain, hail and darkness at MINUS 42 degrees were awakened by the rain in their sleep, chasing the roof that was swept away in the strong wind ... The inside story of life is heavy desolation and loneliness, but because they have a pure and transparent state of mind like children, they always maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, without complaining or complaining. Lonely "we" take cats and dogs for a walk in the wilderness. After the Spring Festival, we bought firecrackers to amuse ourselves and enjoyed the "illusory beauty" of fireworks in a "very deep corner". In the hard days of following the herdsmen's transition, "we" have fun in pain and tears in laughter. In the middle of the night, "we" ran out to chase the roof that was torn off by the strong wind. It rained heavily and the tent leaked everywhere, so we invented the plastic bag water receiver. The tent is covered with "bright and bulging plastic bags", which are filled with pots and pans filled with water. As long as it is accidentally kicked over. I really can't live any longer, "but such a day is still interesting, because there is no roof, a warm and solid bed, no washing machine, and a clear and wonderful river. As long as you are willing to endure hardships, you can earn money by picking fungus and repairing shoes, and even repairing shoes can "make up" the fun of life. ...

I understand that happiness is a state of mind, a pure and transparent state of mind like Li Juan.

I read Altay's model essay 5 "My Altay", which mainly tells the author's childhood in Fuyun County, Altay region in the northernmost part of Xinjiang, a small county with Kazak as the main population.

The author Li Juan is an ordinary girl of Han nationality who has not received formal higher education. Her writing style is very natural, simple, true and moving, which is a fresh wind of impetuous life.

First contact with the author's words. As soon as I read them, I felt like I was a child again. Because she describes the feeling of childhood, she is so sensitive to every detail around her.

There is no stale chicken soup for the soul in this book, and there are no tips on how to make money. There are a lot of facts here. It seems dull, but it is a real simple taste.

I seldom have time to calm down and read a book quietly, which surprised me. I can't believe that in such a society full of PM2.5, there are still people who write and write such clear and pure words. If I were to compile a textbook, I would definitely select Li Juan's characters into the Chinese textbook, which is applicable from primary school to high school. The chicken soup for the soul is too fake, the Buddhist scriptures and the Bible are spiritual in space, and Li Juan's words are so free, leisurely and simple, which makes people unconsciously immerse themselves in it and feel so comfortable.

I like books with simple and solid words, and stay away from those mysterious, showy, condescending and self-righteous books. Reading Li Juan's book and my Altay, especially after reading it, will make you feel relieved. It's like waking up from a distant story, a distant self