When a careful reading of a work, we must have gained a lot, it is important to record it, oh, come together to write a reading. Then how to write a good after reading? The following is my collection of the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower after reading, I hope to help you.
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower 1
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower, what an elegant and wonderful name! I couldn't help but open the book with the fragrance of flowers. "Ding Limei", even the author's name is so exquisite, no wonder the title of the book is so great.
I read one by one, savoring it, loving it. When I came to the article "Love to the point of powerlessness", I could not help but weep.
"My mother couldn't wait to stuff herself in a bag and bring me back to town so she could take care of me in every way." Every mother is like that, isn't it? How tired and rowdy they are for their children. You can't buy it in Nanchang." Either that or: "Ouch, how to buy so expensive? I buy cheap and good!" Wiping the sweat while busy, not happy. And we only say "thank you".
Sometimes we buy a little bit of good things to Grandma, Grandma will have to "read the scriptures", "ouch, buy so good things to me ah! I'm not sure how much it costs, but I'm sure it's a lot of money. I buy all to more than ten dollars a catty, you Nanchang certainly more expensive!" Grandma said with an embarrassed face. Every time this happens, my mom and I have to say, "What does it matter if it's a little bit of money? The body is the capital of the revolution, we will be relieved when you get well. Besides, you help us dry sausage, preserved chicken, etc. will have to spend money?" My mom and I will pretend to be very angry look, grandmother had to give in, but the heart is happy.
"My mother was so worried that she couldn't sleep at night, and asked everyone what to do with the child without eyes. It's almost like asking Mrs. Xianglin." I think of my classmate Tu Xin's mother. These days, Tu Xin had a high fever of more than 40 degrees, took more than a week's vacation, corneas are burned, to go to surgery, and is still in the intensive care unit. We do classmates heart are gripped together, can imagine, his mother must now be fidgety, tea and rice, day and night at the door, eyes will cry swollen to, live like a big goldfish. I think if her mother is allowed to make a choice, she will not hesitate to swap bodies with her son. "Pity the world's parents", I just hope Tu Xin can recover soon and return to us.
"I jumped into the kitchen to help, and my mother panicked and stopped, saying repeatedly, 'Get out, don't get your clothes dirty.'" Why wouldn't my mother say the same thing? After dinner, I thought of my own almost finished homework, want to help the tired mom to share a little, walked to the kitchen and enthusiastically said: "Mom, I'm almost finished with homework, I want to wash the dishes okay?" Mom was in a hurry and said, "No, no, no, I'll do it. You say peace of mind to write homework, review your homework, soon to be exams, you test well mom will be the most relaxed." I touched a nose, indignantly said, "Humph, the dog bites Lü Dongbin - do not know good people!" At that time, I felt self-interested, slammed my chair down, and flipped through the book in anger, thinking, "This mom is really too, just know that she wants people to study!" Now think about it, really ashamed.
"Mother is like an old tree, without realizing it, it loses its leaves, it is bare, and even the sunlight, which is as light as a feather, it can't carry it." Mom is really old! -- Some time ago, she was busy training for the students in the school games, and after the end of the day, she became very sick, and became weak, and would only absorb the grievances that I put out, and couldn't even accept a ray of sunlight shining on it anymore, she had given her youth for me, and she was really tired, and just wanted to take a rest.
"Mom" - the greatest person in the world. She has been paying for us all the time, and has used up her whole life to make us live a better life. Her love makes us hard to notice, but every moment we are around, even if the love to the powerless, but also to persevere. Let's care more about them, let the sunshine sprinkled all over them.
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower after reading 2Autumn night, once mentioned, always think of a wave of poetry in the ghost, it seems that it should have been with a bit of sadness, however, it is this kind of silent grief, the light of the quiet, in order to melt away all the hard shell, revealing the softness, and no one will find that the night curtain covered the window casement, there will be people quietly fall into tears. Into the night, the night is still quiet. At this point, perhaps to escape something. The strongest people will be indulged once, just once, not letting reason stop the sensibility.
This article about death, a star mentioned in the article is a life, not unheard of, do not believe, but not want. The sky of the big city, can find one or two will be happy for a long time, but on the ground as much as the life of the sand how can these few? The concept of death, as in "a star falling means a life is lost," is something I didn't come across until I was older. I saw the so-called "death" earlier than the average person. I was four or five years old, being dragged by my aunt and uncle, licking lollipops, not understanding why people around me were wearing white flowers and black veils, not understanding why my mother was crying so hard, and why so many people were so sad around my grandmother lying in a glass box. Then someone told me that Grandma was dead, so-called dead, that is, Grandma can no longer sleep with me, can no longer amuse me, when I play the guzheng, there will be no one to sit back and listen to it in rapture, when I play in the garden and pass by the rooftop, there will be no one to smile and wave to me in a group of square dancers, it was very difficult to hear all this, and the lollipop was no longer sweet, and cried to call the "sleeping" grandmother. "I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it.
The lollipop, after all, did not finish.
The last time I saw my grandmother, I was looking at a wooden box in my uncle's hand, heavy, and warm.
By the time I was in elementary school, I had read a lot of books, and my heart was sometimes mixed. Look at the autumn rain will be sentimental, look at the autumn frost will sigh. I always thought I was mature enough, and even solemnly proclaimed: I live to be more than forty years old in this life is enough. I did not tell my mother, because I always vaguely feel inappropriate, but at that time the class responded to my declaration of quite a few people, a group of "do not know the taste of sadness" of the children, as if when this is something to be proud of. When I graduated from elementary school, the pace of life became faster and faster, and there were more and more problems, so I was much more tired than when I was in elementary school. But I realized that I don't want to die at all, I want to live, one more second is a thing of happiness.
Death is a permanent tranquility, is to give up everything in exchange for no disturbance, a dream long sleep, the tranquility of the autumn night is closest to this feeling. Sitting on a stone bench, imagining the feeling of death, slowly merging with the surrounding. In the autumn night, with the fragrance of osmanthus, the autumn of one person is strong, and the autumn of two people is warm. In the article, "he", not much to say, a "we live well", touched! Commitment does not need to be big and heavy, the smallest promise can also achieve a lifetime of the happiest eternity. What will be gone, the passage of life is just a deprivation, the side of everything, stripped of cocoon deprivation, a person's road or have to walk alone. In the lonely autumn night, a sentence "with you" is a great warmth ah! Lost in the journey, a "we go home" is a great redemption ah! I hope that in the future, I can also receive such a promise.
The quiet autumn night, the heart slowly quiet, like a leaf, a flower, as a gift, into the heart. The future is a long way, when encountered bumps and difficulties, do not need to panic, as long as a pool of tranquility, the quiet of the autumn night, flow, injected into eternity.
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower after reading 3The wind in March is gently drifting, along with the cold air, we usher in the opening season. In this season of recovery of all things, we together sow a grain of classical seeds, go to the book to find the true meaning of education, the school recommended reading the national famous writer Ding Limei by "the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower".
Turning to Ding Limei's The Wind Remembers the Fragrance of a Flower, I gave my mind a vacation and immersed myself in the simple and soft words, smelling the fragrance of the flowers and feeling the love of the world. Getting this book, I made a reading plan for myself: I will set aside an hour to read it before going to bed every day, and at the same time, I will make good reading notes, and I will accumulate the beautiful sentences in the book, so that I can use them for my writing in the future.
The whole text is divided into three parts, describing three ordinary small things: because of the tiny change in the environment and distracted, and do Gongyan cinnamon cake between the old man's memories, was sold by the woman who remembered the miscellaneous grain cake and surprised, reflecting the author's thinking about the ordinary and unusual.
In the book, many of the statements that I remember: "A person's existence, in the end, who is the most important? In this world, there are always some people will remember you like the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower. There is nothing more important than this." In just a few short sentences, the author's attitude towards life is heartily admired. Ding Limei's words are like this, like the fragrance of a flower blown by the wind, not too strong and not too light, but with the spontaneity of the wind and the elegance of the flower, with the breath of life. I can't help but recognize that this is the best collection of essays I've ever read, and it actually made me unable to sleep for a long time!
In the past, I was very lazy in reading books, but I read Ms. Ding Limei's book seriously. This time, so that I really believe: books, can change your life. Many things, it is impossible for people to practice, so that people really experience, and not with you to say, a short chat you can be engraved, and Mr. Ding Limei's. This book is not that simple to say a few words, but the book is not that simple to say a few words. This book is not that simple to say a few words, but with her own "passion" to create. Every title and every sentence in the book is the result of Ms. Ding's deliberation. You see: those vicissitudes of the old man, crouching on the wall, painfully sobbing, those authors feel one by one, love ...... all one by one in front of my eyes, her pen tip, has been full of the essence of this mortal world.
I was also impressed: Ding Limei said in the book: "two people who are not related to each other gathered under one roof, day by day into a reluctant. This is the affection, like jasmine flowers, like the fragrance, lingering love. I like and envy this kind of life." Indeed, sometimes affection is like jasmine. There is no rose-like intensity, because affection is not as hot as love; sometimes affection is like magnolia, not as elegant and noble as the lily, because affection needs to be a family of mutual tolerance and love, there will inevitably be stumbling. Affection, is a touch of light fragrance, seemingly nothing but lack of. It filled in our body, wrapped around us, every minute, every second, we breathe it, enjoy it, rely on it. This strong fragrance of flowers has been around us, fragrant in all directions. Perhaps we have gotten used to this kind of love, because this is the love, it is not earth-shattering, but shaking their hearts, so that they are in a little bit of growth, harvest. This is also the greatness of affection, it moisturizes your heart, enriching your inner world, this silent love, has been y engraved in your heart.
In front of me, a large swath of golden rapeseed flowers swinging with the wind. The wind is blowing again, the breeze, I smelled the endless fragrance of flowers has been floating with the wind, just like we have been walking between the cycle of love.
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower after reading 4
In my spare time, what I hold up is no longer the novels or history books that I was once obsessed with, but the beautiful prose under the pen of Ms. Ding Limei.
I happened to see the book "The Wind Will Remember the Fragrance of a Flower", which was very attractive by its name, so I casually flipped through it, and was instantly attracted by the words of the book.
In fact, the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower>, this is one of the articles, and today I am going to write after reading is not about the book, but about this article.
Author Ding Limei, pen name Plum, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, likes to use music to cook words, published works are "walk slowly, slowly love" "your light and shadow, my flow of years", "we are imperfect people", "meet you in the 10,000,000", "every grass will bloom", "you have cranberries, I have papayas", "running toward the good" and so on more than 40 parts. Many articles have been set as reading comprehension questions for the Chinese language examination and the college entrance examination, and some articles have been selected as Chinese language textbooks and language teaching materials for universities and colleges, and have been praised by readers as the most heart-warming writers.
This article begins with an introduction that talks about how important a person's existence is to who? There are always some people in this world who will remember you, just like the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower. The wind remembers the fragrance of a flower, and the wind remembers the fragrance of a flower.
The wind and flowers are all things of nature, the wind is invisible and can not be touched, it will brush the face of each object. And the flower has a fragrant aroma, there may be millions of flowers that are only similar to it, but there is no one and it is exactly the same, and its flavor will always remain in the mind of the wind.
This article is divided into three parts by the author, talking about some ordinary and common people, but they left the deepest impression on the author's eyes and mind.
The first part is about a couple who rented a room in the author's house, the man is a doorman of a company and the woman is a street cleaner, they go out early and come back late, they have never met the author, but the author can hear them talking, thus presenting the couple's love.
The beautiful let the heart grow water plants to my heart cast joy to the author every time to pay attention to their every move, even if you look at did not see their slippers, will make the author's heart presents a small ripple.
In the second part, the author mentions an old man who makes palace osmanthus cakes. The old man is very thin, always wearing a navy apron, he may not be so tall and powerful, but in the eyes of the author is the deepest impression. Under his hands, snow-white rice flour was loaded into a small bath, decorated with osmanthus points two or three points, put into the steamer in a short time, a sweet osmanthus cake is made.
The old man's ancestors are doing this, he will be on the roadside every day, behind him is a kind of abandoned wall, but this does not prevent the fragrance of the osmanthus cake, and does not affect the author's memory of the old man. And at the end of this paragraph the author also thought of the old man in his hometown in the ancient street, the hemp master's burnt brine cake, but also the most beautiful memories of the author's childhood.
The third part of the story is about a woman who sold miscellaneous grain cakes and would set up her stall in front of the school where the author worked as a teacher. The two-dollar miscellaneous grain cake, which has now gone up by a dollar, tasted great. I read the article and thought it must be delicious.
The author and the woman got to know each other well, and they always nodded and smiled, greeted each other with a wink, and had some short conversations, and maybe the woman would forget the author after a while, but the author remembered her.
When a person's existence in the end to whom the most important? In this world, there are always people who remember you, just like the wind remembers the fragrance of a flower.
In this world, there may be some people who will forget you, but they will leave you with so many deep impressions that you will not be able to forget them in this life.
The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower after reading 5In the blink of an eye it is spring again. Endless rapeseed flowers bloomed all over the vegetable fields. The light wind blew, the fragrance of flowers, refreshing. The wind, a little greedy, rolled away the fragrance of flowers, drifting to the far side. The flowers bloom and thank you, spring and spring again, between the mortal and the dust, the wind, will remember the fragrance of a flower?
Ding Limei's The Wind Remembers the Fragrance of a Flower gives the mind a vacation, immerses itself in the simple and soft words, smells the fragrance of flowers, and feels the love of the world.
I have a deep impression of such a detail: I always like to look downstairs when I have time to look at the couple living in a small house, the door of the small house is always placed in the couple's slippers. There was a time when the slippers disappeared. I was endlessly worried and lost. When I saw the slippers again, my heart was overwhelmed with surprise and relief.
See here, do not feel a trace of warmth. The so-called hanging on to it is just like that, right? That couple for me, just a passer-by in life, I silently care, quietly waiting, perhaps just to let themselves live in peace, because I have long been accustomed to see the two pairs of slippers representing life and love, over time, it became a couple of care. This kind of love, from the heart, perhaps not even aware of their own. Similarly, even though the couple did not recognize themselves at all, I was still immersed in it. Perhaps some love in life does not need a reply at all, and one party always gives willingly and silently, and in return, one's heart is endless comfort and peace. Just like flowers, silent bloom, the fragrance of the flowers to the world, but the sadness of the earth to themselves. Suddenly, I feel that the couple is very lucky, because behind them, there is always someone who is holding them, sad about their sadness, happy about their happiness.
Also read an article about jasmine in The Wind Remembers the Fragrance of a Flower. Jasmine placed in the home, the fragrance lingering, actually let the body full of dry heat gradually fade away. The elderly mother-in-law watered the jasmine, and asked curiously: what kind of flower is this?
I answered: jasmine.
The next day, my mother-in-law watered the flowers again and asked: what kind of flower is this?
I answered: jasmine.
Ding Limei said in the book: two people who are not related to each other gathered under one roof, and day by day, they became inseparable.
Ding Limei said in the book: two people who are not related to each other come together under one roof, and day by day, they become inseparable. I like and envy this kind of life. Indeed, sometimes affection is like jasmine. There is no rose-like intensity, because affection is not as hot as love; there is no lily that elegant and noble, because affection needs to be a family of mutual tolerance and love, there will inevitably be bumps and bruises. Affection, is a touch of light fragrance, seemingly nothing but lack of. It is filled in our body, wrapped around us, every minute, every second, we breathe it, enjoy it, rely on it. Perhaps we have been accustomed to this love, because this is the love, it is not earth-shattering, but humming their own hearts, so that they grow in a little by little, harvest. This is precisely the greatness of affection, it moisturizes you, this love, has long been y engraved in your heart.
The blossoming and falling is another season. Like jasmine fragrance lingering, sometimes also covet the lily of the valley, more eager to roses strong enchanting. The wind takes away the fragrance of the flowers, taking away every trace of bloom belonging to the flowers. From the soil out of the flowers, there is always someone will love them. Just like my silent vigil; there is always someone who will accompany them, just like my unrequited affection with my mother-in-law. The wind, which remembers the fragrance of each flower, just like we love someone, have loved and been loved several times, in fact, we have always just walked between the cycle of love. Just like those words in the book: to whom is a person's existence important? In this world, there are always some people remember you, like the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower, where to dust, not so.
In front of me, the golden rape flowers swing with the wind. The wind is blowing again. In the light wind, I smelled the endless fragrance of flowers has been floating with the wind, just like we have been walking between the cycle of love.