用英语读后感8篇
阅读完一本书后,我深刻感受到了作者的思想和情感,不妨写篇读后感吧,在写读后感中,书籍里的每个细节都值得我们用心品味和感悟,下面是小淘范文网小编为您分享的用英语读后感8篇,感谢您的参阅。
用英语读后感篇1
"hamlet" about to complete in 1601. it is above all a plot of revenge tragedy of ups and downs, the most fascinating is that hamlet's "hesitation": his revenge delay action until the last minute plot development. dramatic beginning, there ghost of the kings of the things claudius murdered hamlet informed, ready to go on a revenge.
however, hamlet worried that this is "the devil" mischief, or the death of his father because of his depression caused by the sky, so the words do not believe in ghosts, but rather trying to view claudius of a "play within the play" a reflection of themselves to determine whether he is the culprit. he could at confession by claudius when he was killed, but out of religious considerations and do not want to start at this time, the other into heaven.
until he and leietisi fencing, his mother mistakenly drank the original claudius poisoned wine prepared for him to die, he was struggling to pichu sword of vengeance, and he eventually fell in bloody revenge.
用英语读后感篇2
the first time to open this classic as a fifth grade, then was only attracted by its tortuous plot, not very understand the concept of beauty and ugliness; it is not very different between the mind and appearance. the second time was watching the film, the actor's acting is really wonderful, but after all, it is " acting" out. in fact, the most important from the book to understand a vivid image, from the text to understand the beauty of the soul and ugliness.
hugo is the most shining star in the french literary world in the 19th century. he is a great playwright, novelist, and a flag bearer and leader of french romantic literature. this book highlights the " contrast of beauty and ugliness ". the characters and events in the book come from reality but are greatly exaggerated and strengthened. the whole novel is a beautiful and strange picture, forming a sharp. incredible goodness and evil, beauty and ugliness. the eternal sob of the river, the sigh of the wind, the record of the tragedy, open in the not.
the beautiful and kind-hearted girl eth, the cruel hypocritical notre dame choderlos de laclos and the ugly, the noble bell ringer quasimodo. eth was the darling of the stray in paris, who depended on the street entertainers for a living. she was innocent and sympathetic and helpful to the rescue, for she could not bear to see an innocent person being put to death, and she accepted the poet gan guo as her own husband in order to save his life. when she saw quasimodo endure under the scorching sun, only she would pity pity, although quasimodo had hurt her, but she did not care, and sent the water to the lips of quasimodo, who shouted at the end of her thirst. such a noble girl will be slander by the church' as " witch" " the murderer" and sentenced to hanging.
eth is the embodiment of beauty and good, her inner beauty, the external beauty, but suffered so hard, let us oil, however, a strong resentment against the feudal church and the royal power. in fact, beauty also needs to insist, need courage, think, how many people can always maintain a pure heart like eth, can risk to save a person who has hurt himself? she is holy, and does not allow any filth to defile. she is " beautiful "! " this noble feeling is hot under different conditions, and in your eyes, this humble creation is changed into shape, and small becomes great, and the deformity becomes beauty.
the other two distinct images - claude and quasimodo - have also made me more powerful. claude on the surface of ascetic ascetic life, but the heart desires debauchery, the worldly pleasures are full of envy. he is selfish, insidious, unscrupulous. and quasimodo, a hunchback, one-eyed, deaf and crippled freak, was born of discrimination and bullying in the world, where he first experienced the warmth of the hearts of the man, who, after this gross and barbarous character, sustenance all his life and passion in the body, through fire and water, and at the sacrifice of her own happiness for her happiness.
on the internet, i saw a metaphor for f and seamus, a literary grace, as follows:
one is a crystal vase, very beautiful, shiny, but with cracks, the water inside has all the light leak. one is ceramic vase, rough, ordinary, but reserved full of water. perhaps, doomed the beauty and the ugly blend can make this world become fierce, generous, stunning, let each reader's heart re-establish the value of " beauty ".
the charm of beauty is so, is to let us shock, hugo is relying on his romantic style to touch readers to wash the dirt of the heart, let the beautiful flowers bloom in the heart!
this novel is inspired by the beauty of human nature, has been emitting strange luster and infinite power for centuries!
用英语读后感篇3
closing the white cover of the book ’walden’,i just quite confused because so many new words that i can’t recognize. with the help of chinese version downloaded from the internet, after i catch the general idea, a burst of cold water pours into my heart, pure and limpid, clarify my shattered mind without any dirt existing. as some said in preface “walden is a book with loneness and solitude and a book with a single person.” when your mind is uneasy, you ha一ve no need reading the book. it requires you to e down and to be at leisure.
the book was written in the middle of the 19th century-a period that is a rapid development of capitalism. under such a background, most people would rather pursue benefits as possible as they can and try every means to ob一tain higher power and money no matter what it would cost. industrial civilization and noisy society was gradually corrupting the nature of the humanity. however, at this situation, a illuminati graduating from harvard university, carried an axe along with his lone single shadow. then away from the city he ran into the uninhabited walden at the edge of the mountain forest and settled down over here. he insisted on his own ways with a yearning for nature as well as set out the trace of the soul. at the land of the so-called walden” drops of god”。 he became unperturbed in space,lonely in thought.
he quietly uploaded the noise in the city. then he wrote down the solitude by heart. every time when people read his book, they definitely will be shocked. he fell into meditating about the life. it made people’s heart bee as clear as the pure water. i stand in awe of him, his life turned out to be such simple and meanwhile glamorous. it is rather than momentary but significant. his spiritual world is colorful even exquisite beyond pare. maybe in the world seldom exist such a sage like him.
throughout thoreau’s short lifetime, he attempted to encourage people to simplify the life and spare the time to go deep into the real life. at the same time, he let them enjoy it. he told people not to be confused with plicated life by his own experiences. in the direction of thoreau, they would not lose a flash of hope or lose their way in life. they should be a rudder of the life thus start on a new journey. he thought that if people were able to set the simple life by universe regulation, it would not arouse many anxieties which disturbed the inner peace of the heart. the so-called tomorrow would not approach in spite of the ending of the time. we regarded a flash of light as darkness. as we were sober, the first light of morning was going to break.
he calls on people live a simple life that is in order to make people experience something new instead of sa一ving money. maybe this is the value of a person. there’s not any pretence, only be surrounded with solitude and quietness.
at the shore of walden, the author exactly chased for depth, rather, it was pursuing the depth. in a lonely state of mind, he thought about the life and explored the real meaning. solitude inspired his profound thought. “do not give me love, money or reputation, please give me the truth.” this was what he was calling in his heart.
though we can’t live a life in woods around the mountain and walden has disappeared forever, it’s impossible to hinder us ha一ve a walden of our own. our heart need being clarified as thoreau has said that let your spirit set out to explore.
用英语读后感篇4
these days, i finished reading a book, called "oliver twist" "oliver twist" is one of the biggest british novelist, charles dickenss 1838 novel, is also one of his representative works. this book reflects the early 19th century british society at the bottom of the life, the hero oliver, let me very sympathetic to the sad. he was 11 years old, but in life, every day do not have enough to eat and wear not warm, and a few times go den, but he didnt and they together crime, would rather tortured colluding with them, and with a strong will to resist the bad bullying and temptation, later merry lady saved oliver, and took him in. after a period of time, and oliver lived a happy life. after read this book, my heart cant be calm once in a long time, the heroines age and i like big, but, compared with his, our life is how of happiness, but we still dont meet, meet a little difficult, give up, lack of willpower. i want to learn oliver, strong quality, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, to cherish everything now, study hard, become a useful person to society.这几天,我读完了一本书,名字叫《雾都孤儿》
?雾都孤儿》是英国最大的小说家——狄更斯在1838年创作的一部长篇小说,也是他的代表作之一。
这本书反映了19世纪初英国社会最底层的生活,主人公奥利弗尔悲惨遭遇让我非常同情。他才11岁,却过着非人的生活,每天吃不饱,穿不暖,并且几次误入贼窝,但他没有和他们一起犯罪,宁肯受尽折磨也不和他们同流合污,并且用坚强的意志抵制坏人的威逼和诱惑,后来梅里夫人救了奥利弗尔并且好心收留了他。经过一段时间,奥利弗过上了幸福的`生活。
看完这本书后,我的心情久久不能平静,文中主人公的年龄和我一样大,可是,和他相比,我们的生活是多么的幸福,但是我们却还是不满足,遇到一点小小的困难,就放弃,缺少意志力。我要学习奥利弗尔的坚强品质,克服一切艰难险阻,珍惜现在的一切,刻苦学习,成为一个对社会有用的人。
用英语读后感篇5
the cop and the anthem
o henry
on his bench in madison square soapy moved uneasily, and when soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near.
a dead leaf fell in soapy's lap. that was jack frost's card. jack is kind to the regular residents of madison square, and gives them warning of his annual call.
soapy realized the fact that the time had come for him to provide against the coming winter. and therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.
the winter ambitions of soapy were not of the highest. in them there were no dreams of mediterranean voyages, of blue southern skies or the vesuvian bay. three months on the island was what his soul desired. three months of assured board and bed and good company, safe from north winds and policemen, seemed to soapy the most desirable thing.
for years the hospitable blackwell prison had been his winter refuge. just as the more fortunate new yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the riviera each winter, so soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the island. and now the time had come. on the night before three sunday newspapers, put under his coat, about his feet and over his lap, had not helped him against the cold as he slept on his bench near the fountain in the old square. there were many institutions of charity in new york where he might receive lodging and food, but to soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity were undesirable. you must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of philanthropy. so it was better to be a guest of the law.
soapy, having decided to go to the island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. there were many easy ways of doing this. the pleasantest was to dine at some good restaurant; and then, after declaring bankruptcy, be handed over to a policeman. a magistrate would do the rest.
soapy left his bench and went out of the square and up broadway. he stopped at the door of a glittering cafe. he was shaven and his coat was decent. if he could reach a table in the restaurant, the portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. a roasted duck, thought soapy, with a bottle of wine, and then some cheese, a cup of coffee and a cigar would be enough. such a dinner would make him happy, for the journey to his winter refuge.
but as soapy entered the restaurant door, the head waiter's eye fell upon his shabby trousers and old shoes. strong hands turned him about and pushed him in silence and haste out into the street.
soapy turned off broadway. some other way of entering the desirable refuge must be found.
at a corner of sixth avenue soapy took a stone and sent it through the glass of a glittering shop window. people came running around the corner, a policeman at the head of them. soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of the policeman.
"where is the man that has done that?" asked the policeman.
"don't you think that i have had something to do with it?" said soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly.
the policeman paid no attention to soapy. men who break windows do not remain to speak with policemen. they run away. he saw a man running to catch a car and rushed after him with his stick in his hand. soapy, with disgust in his heart, walked along, twice unsuccessful.
on the opposite side of the street was a little restaurant for people with large appetites and modest purses. soapy entered this place without difficulty. he sat at a table and ate beefsteak and pie. and then he told the waiter that he had no money.
"now go and call a cop," said soapy. "and don't keep a gentleman waiting."
"no cop for you," said the waiter. "hey!"
in a moment soapy found himself lying upon his left ear on the pavement. he arose with difficulty, and beat the dust from his clothes. arrest seemed a rosy dream. the island seemed very far away. a policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street. soapy seemed to liberty.
after another unsuccessful attempt to be arrested for persecution a young woman, soapy went further toward the district of theatres.
when he came upon a policeman standing in front of a glittering theatre, he caught at the straw of "disorderly conduct."
on the sidewalk soapy began to sing drunken songs at the top of his voice. he danced, howled, and otherwise disturbed the peace.
the policeman turned his back to soapy, and said to a citizen:
"it is one of the yale lads celebrating their football victory over the hartford college. noisy, but no harm. we have instructions not to arrest them."
sadly, soapy stopped his useless singing and dancing. a sudden fear seized him. was he immune to arrest? would never a policeman lay hands on him? the island seemed an unattainable arcadia. he buttoned his thin coat against the north wind.
in a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar. he had set his silk umbrella by the door, soapy entered the store, took the umbrella, and went out with it slowly. the man with the cigar followed hastily.
"my umbrella," he said.
"oh, is it?" said soapy. "well, why don't you call a policeman? i took it. your umbrella! why don't you call a cop? there stands one on the corner."
the umbrella owner slowed his steps. soapy did likewise. the policeman looked at them curiously.
"of course," said the umbrella man, "that is - well, you know how these mistakes occur - i - if it's your umbrella i hope you'll excuse me - i picked it up this morning in a restaurant - if it is yours, why - i hope you'll -"
"of course it's mine," said soapy.
the ex-umbrella man retreated. the policeman hurried to help a well-dressed woman across the street.
soapy walked eastward. he threw the umbrella angrily into a pit. he was angry with the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. because he wanted to be arrested, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.
at last soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where it was not so noisy. he went towards madison square, for the home instinct remains even when the home is a park bench.
but on a quiet corner soapy stopped before an old church. through one window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist played a sunday anthem. for there came to soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him at the iron fence.
the moon was shining; cars and pedestrians were few; birds twittered sleepily under the roof. and the anthem that the organist played cemented soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends.
the influence of the music and the old church produced a sudden and wonderful change in soapy's soul. he saw with horror the pit into which he had fallen. he thought of his degraded days, dead hopes and wrecked faculties.
and also in a moment a strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. he would pull himself out of this pit; he would make a man of himself again. there was time; he was young yet. those sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. tomorrow he would be somebody in the world. he would -
soapy felt a hand on his arm. he looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.
"what are you doing here?" asked the policeman.
"nothing," said soapy.
"then come along," said the policeman.
"three months on the island," said the magistrate in the police court the next morning.
用英语读后感篇6
i have read a book the other day called the monkey’s paw which is written by w.w.jacobs.the story began on a cold and dark night.old mr white got a magic monkey pawfromhis friendmorris.morris who told him that the monkey paw could give three wishes to three people,but it couldn’t bring them happiness.however,old mr white still used the paw to make wishes without listening to morris’s discourage.finally, he got thirty thousand pounds but his son died.at theendof the story,mrs white almost became crazy.the whole family fell into sadness and fear.
this story is gripping and also a little scary.it is tragic and sobering.the plot is both unexpected and reasonable.although old mr white’s friendhad warned him,but he didn’t listen.at last it became a tragedy.what caused all this?it’s obvious that the mr white’s greed. he wanted to get the money with no pay,but that is impossible in this world.i’m afraid he’ll live out the rest of his life in regret. the three men who used the monkey’s paw all paid an irreparable price for their greed.
this short novel tells us a lesson that we can’t daydream.waiting for money and success comes with no pay is stupid and not realistic.we should work and study harder.chase the treasure on your own without regret or sadness.
用英语读后感篇7
osero is one of shakespeare's four tragedies. this is a very touching and shocking love tragedy. what was the cause that led to the tragedy? there are many reasons for this tragedy, both internal and external factors, and his inferiority complex is also a decisive factor. it was because of his inferiority that osero was used by iagu, credulous iagu, and he lacked confidence in his marriage and lacked trust in his beloved wife. what made him form this inferiority complex? osero's inferiority complex is caused by his social environment and his life experience, which is beyond his control.
and according to my humble opinion, the work of "osero" is an attack on some of the status quo of contemporary social marriage - no reasonable communication between couples, and no complete mutual trust. osero was a qualified warrior, but he was not a qualified husband, because he did not fully trust his wife, but he easily forced his wife to death because of the small provocation.
in the drama, osero experienced years of war, besieged and unexpected experiences from childhood. "the most terrible disaster... it is an inextricate danger, captured in the hands of an arrogant enemy as a slave, and through redemption. his experience showed that he was not a "roaming knight", but a representative of the african nation that had been conquered, enslaved, plundered and killed by white people in the historical period. after such a series of things, though he later became a general in the world because of his remarkable achievements, his tolerance was reduced, and a little setback would give them a heavy blow and make him feel inferior.
perhaps we need more causes to analyze, and perhaps we need more arguments to prove that this tragedy is just a private affair between a lost man and a woman who is a trapped woman. but we can't deceive ourselves. the darkness that is hidden in the sun, the deep desire in the deep, the dark eyes hidden in the middle of a layer of people, the hierarchy deeply folded in the inner structure of the society, that has never stopped at the beginning of the antagonism of innocence and eviction above the destiny of mankind. if all this does not constitute the great tragedy of human fate, if only a couple's estrus is just a war, if only a war, if only a resistance, if only simply the good and evil, then why should we sit here and listen to a thrilling cry after a great feast. why do we need to read this volume back and forth, but we still can't stop our anger and sadness. why do we need civilization, why we need the future? why should we talk about love?
osero and tess monna's love was pure, transcendental and enviable, but because of inferiority, osero became sensitive, became envious, became jealous, lost reason, lost his true love, and ended his life regretfully. but the mistake is not entirely in osero, because this kind of inferiority character is a pattern that society and experience let him develop slowly in his mind, a character that he has not been able to control, and can't change.
用英语读后感篇8
the novel is rich in poetry, symbolism and metaphor. it does not fit easily into a definite pattern, being neither a novel of "manners" in the tradition of austen, or a straightforward gothic romance in the style of mrs radcliffe. what charlotte bronte did was to create a work which cleverly blends elements of the two styles, and which remains uniquely independent of them at the same time, since it addresses issues which were at the time rather controversial.
the novel is written in the first person, and thus magnifies the central character - the reader enters the world of jane eyre and is transported through her experiences at first hand. this at once makes the work subjective, especially since we know that charlottes brontes own life and experiences were so closely interwoven with the heroine's. as well as this we learn only at the end of the novel that the events are being related to us ten years after the reconciliation with rochester - thus the narrative is retrospective (looking back) cb is clever in blending the narrative so that at times jane seems to be speaking as an adult with adult hindsight , while at others she she is "in the middle" of them, as a child or young woman. the indecision which is a central issue in the book, is heightened by this device. we never know, as readers, whether to be entirely trustful of janes actions and thoughts, because we are never sure wheher she is speaking impulsively or maturely.
this intensifies the readers dilemma as to what is "right" and "wrong" in the dramatic relationships which are part of je's life. can we believe what the heroine says, or is she deceiving herself? the novel is primarily a love story and a "romance" where wishes come true but only after trials and suffering. the supernatural has its place, as do dreams, portents and prophesies. the heroine begins poor and lonely and ends up rich and loved; the orphan finds a good family to replace the wicked one; all the basic ingredients of classic romantic fairytale are present.
the romantic element is present in two forms in jane eyre; the "family" aspect is dealt with in the gateshead, lowood and moor house episodes, which involve the exchanging of the wicked reed family for the benevolent rivers one; and the love romance is dealt with in the thornfield and ferndean episodes. both aspects are, of course linked and interwoven throughout the novel.