Impressions after reading "Flower" 1
Flowers give people the feeling of being beautiful, because they are gorgeous and delicate, which is breathtaking. But even so, flowers cannot escape the arrangement of fate - from budding to stretching, from blooming to withering - flowers have withstood countless winds and rains in their lives, and have been tested by time... A flower's life may only bloom in A beautiful moment...
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In the article "Flowers", although fake flowers are a hundred times more beautiful than real flowers, fake flowers are still fake flowers, they will always be Not comparable to real flowers. On a sunny day, artificial flowers try their best to show people their beauty and show off their gracefulness. But when the fateful downpour falls, the artificial flower is vulnerable. It can only rely on fate and beg God to stop the heavy rain quickly. Although real flowers are delicate, they can withstand the attack of violent storms; while those fake flowers that have a false reputation and only look good are defeated in the rain: their petals are soaked by the rain and are thrown away as garbage. In the yard...
After reading this article, I thought, not just flowers, but people too. In life, those who are truly talented and capable are often more likely to win the favor of others, be valued and promoted; and those who are talented can withstand the "winds and rains", difficulties, setbacks and failures in life. Just like what is written in the text "Mahogany", "People who live in uncertainty can better withstand the test of life and will develop an independent heart." Real flowers are like those who have strength, They will not be afraid of "rain", but face it with a smile; and fake flowers are those who have no real talent and learning, just like dependent saplings, "the roots will float on the surface and cannot penetrate deep into the ground."
Fake flowers are neither as colorful nor as fragrant as real flowers. Their beauty lies on the surface and lacks connotation. The real beauty is the real flowers growing in nature. Even if they bloom in the wind and rain, they still look so natural, so spiritual, so full of vitality... Thoughts on reading "Flowers" 2
During this time, I read "La Traviata", the representative work of the French novelist and playwright Xiao Dumas. This is a French literary masterpiece. Since its publication in 1848, it has generated strong social repercussions and has become a widely praised work. 's writings. Alexandre Dumas is the illegitimate son of writer Alexandre Dumas. Alexandre Dumas recognized him as his son when he was 7 years old, but still refused to recognize his mother as his wife. This painful situation had a profound impact on his life. After he embarked on the path of literary creation, he took the exploration of social moral issues as the theme of his works. Dumas' famous work is the novel "La Traviata". It describes a woman's love tragedy. It is based on a true story of a woman in Paris at that time.
I think Margaret is a snow lotus blooming in the darkness, flawless and white, shining with light, but the light is so weak and indistinct. In the end, she was swallowed up by darkness, such a powerful force. She was also a bow. Her appearance was devoured until nothing was left, but her heart was strong and holy. But in order to be able to shoot the arrow farther and more accurately, she kept exhausting herself until she was destroyed. Margaret is a woman. Although she gave up everything, she still cannot change the reality. No one there can accept, let alone believe, that a woman can be a good person. She will always live in the shadow of women. In the end, it was for Armand that he fell again. But also for his sister.
Marguerite, the protagonist in "La Traviata". Gautier's courageous pursuit and selfless spirit left a deep impression on me, and I learned a lot about life principles. I really benefited a lot! Thoughts after reading "Flower" 3
One afternoon, looking at the scorching sun outside the window, I sighed lazily and decided not to go out. I walked towards the bookshelf with nothing to do, and my eyes were suddenly attracted by a book. I don't know where the interest came from. I took down the book, poured a cup of green tea, and started reading in the quiet fragrance of tea.
I have heard of the title of this book "La Traviata" since I was a child, and my impression is that it describes a beautiful woman who is contrived and bohemian.
But after actually reading, I realized that what I had in mind was just a surface, and the real Margaret (La Traviata) was waiting in the dark, waiting for me to gradually discover it.
The story takes place in the beautiful city of Paris, France.
The handsome young Armand? ; Duval once met Marguerite, a courtesan who was like being praised by the stars, at the entrance of the Suss store on the Place de la Bourse - a high-end and famous fashion store at that time? ; Gautier, fell in love with her at first sight, and kept asking about her situation. A few years later, they met again, and this time everything changed. Armand fell in love with Margaret regardless of his status or even everything, and the courtesan also gave up the material life of red wine in Paris for Armand, an infatuated young man without property and a generous annual salary, and started a new life with him in the countryside. Had a wonderful time. But this beautiful and lovely scene didn't last long, Armand's father came to the door. For the sake of his son's future and his daughter's happy life, he ignored the opposition of the lovers, no matter how deep and true their love was, and coaxed Margaret to leave his son behind Armand's back. A few years later, Armand returned to Paris again. He hated this poor woman because of his love and used cruel methods to avenge her departure. When everything became clear and the infatuated young man realized that La Traviata still loved him deeply, everything was over. After the smoke dissipated, Armand was left with deep regret and guilt.
What moved me the most was the passage in which Armand’s father persuaded Margaret to leave his son. The father said that Armand's brother-in-law-to-be despised his eldest son for being ignorant and deeply in love with a woman. He hoped that Margaret would leave his son, give his daughter happiness and give his son freedom. Margaret listened to this seemingly sincere request, looked at the old man's vicissitudes of face, and felt the love that belonged to her father. The pure kindness in her heart was deeply touched. She agreed with tears streaming down her face, but her heart felt like a knife. Seeing this, I stopped and sighed deeply.
Margaret is beautiful and smart. Although she has fallen into the dust, she has emerged from the filth and still maintains a pure and noble heart. She is different from ordinary fireworks women. She is loving, kind, hopeful, and dreamy, and she even shines with a holy light. She is more pitiable and loved than the lady Xiaojiabiyu.
Margaret is undoubtedly passionate because she has been pursuing true love in this world. When she met Armand, she decided to change everything about herself for him. She paid for him, shed tears for him, and even broke off contact with the duke and count, losing the money to pay off debts and hundreds of thousands of francs for annual expenses; she sold the luxurious carriage and exquisitely crafted cashmere shawl for him and pawned it. Isn’t it proof enough that she didn’t want Armand to bear the heavy burden of expenses for those coveted jewelry? Margaret's love for Armand is not a trick or a trick, but a true feeling.
Margaret is even more kind. When she learned that she and Armand could not be together and her hope of pursuing love was shattered, she chose to give up and leave. She sacrificed herself and exchanged her departure for the happiness of Armand's sister and a possible successful future for Armand, but at the same time, she lost her true love and her last happiness. How many of us would choose to do this? So sacrificing yourself to help others, so willing to torture yourself just to make more people happy, so decisive and resolute even though your heart is cut by a knife? How many people can do this?
Now I can’t help but admire Margaret Gautier. Maybe she still has a dissolute side, maybe she is not worth the sacrifice, but how can we deny her? Of her courage, kindness, love, beauty, and wisdom, is there anything that doesn't make us sad? The three words "La Traviata" should not be a symbol of debauchery and debauchery in people's minds. Instead, they may still retain the glory of holiness, because La Traviata has a pure, noble and tolerant heart and a kind heart.
Let us praise Margaret Gautier, La Traviata!
Let us all have a kind heart like Margaret Gautier! Thoughts after reading "Flower" 4
Lotus has a beauty that makes people fall in love at first sight; it has a fresh and elegant fragrance; and it is colorful and beautiful.
The article "Lotus" not only writes about the beauty of lotus, but also writes about the author's homesickness. "The first time we met, we fell in love at first sight and couldn't bear to leave." Feelings, how could we not have them? That kind of purity, as if the lotus is like a fairy, very sacred.
After reading this, I feel that the lotus is very happy because it has made a contribution and brought people a happy mood and a beautiful environment. I also thought of rivers, birds, bees, chalk and fallen leaves. They are also happy when they make contributions to people.
The happiness of rivers lies in providing water sources, generating hydroelectric power, and transporting them to thousands of households. Wash clothes and bring a better life to people. So, the river runs forward happily.
The happiness of the little bird lies in singing happily every day, eliminating pests from the big trees, and bringing vitality to the beautiful nature. So, the birds sang loudly on the branches.
The happiness of chalk lies in allowing teachers to write clear handwriting on the blackboard, allowing students to gain more knowledge. So, chalk and blackboard talk.
The happiness of fallen leaves lies in falling into the embrace of the earth when the autumn girl comes, turning them into nutrients and nourishing the big trees. Therefore, the fallen leaves sing happily in the wind.
The happiness of bees lies in working hard every day to collect pollen and brew sweet and delicious nectar. So, the bees danced happily among the flowers.
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So, happiness does not lie in acquisition, but in dedication. Dedication makes the soul full and fulfilling. We should learn them and make selfless contributions to others in our studies and life, so that we can make ourselves happier. Thoughts after reading "Flower" 5
A thin book and a beautiful name immediately make our educational life beautiful and lively. According to the author, the name of this book comes from "Fengzi Huazhuanshu" - an aesthetic classic. The posture of the wind should be conveyed by the flowers in the wind - then this "Teacher Huazhuanshu" is an expert teacher The graceful flower of the educational concept of growth spreads from the heart of the author to the hearts of all teachers.
Although I have been teaching for more than 20 years, I am very ashamed that I have never conducted in-depth and systematic research on the teaching profession. I just mechanically teach students the knowledge I want to impart, although I am also practicing it. I have gained some experience, but I still don’t understand where the professional growth of teachers lies.
I have heard many wonderful open classes and high-quality classes. When these classes are mentioned, many teachers sneer and think that most of them are just for show. Some even say that these demonstration classes are "everyone is supporting him on the stage." Did a cartwheel on it." The reason is simply that these classes are carefully polished by the team over and over again. They are familiar with the students well before class, and even teachers and students have to memorize every sentence in class. This is indeed more like an actor's performance, and it shouldn't be considered professional.
The most impressive class in my mind was an ink painting class taught by a teacher in Zhejiang. Our first-grade primary school students from Shandong came to the stage timidly. The teacher asked, "Have you ever used a brush?" Shake his head. I secretly thought: This is bad. I have never used a brush before, and I don’t know how to use water and ink. How can I take this class? The teacher was also a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and then continued to ask, "Have you ever seen anyone write or draw with a brush?" Several children raised their hands, "I saw grandpa writing with a brush." Then how did grandpa use the brush?" The atmosphere in the class gradually became lively.
I was dumbfounded as I watched a group of first-grade children who had never used a brush before. Under the guidance of this teacher, they completed wonderful ink paintings one after another in one class. Not only that, The teacher also provided appropriate moral education in the classroom: "Look at these trees, they are different in height and posture, but each tree has its own value, just like our classmates..." In this class, I My heart is full of admiration for this teacher.
Now it seems that the teacher is well versed in relevant professional knowledge and educational philosophy, and has techniques to inspire and promote children's learning. This wonderful classroom is a reflection of the teacher's professionalism.
No one is born an expert. Everyone reflects, comprehends and learns through practice before they can grow. We teachers who shoulder the responsibility of "teaching experts" must learn from "learning" The transformation of "experts" requires not only learning from books, but also learning from reality, integrating knowledge and action; not only must have profound subject literacy, but also dabble in pedagogy, family pedagogy, and development pedagogy. Form a growing community with the teachers around you, and you will grow faster!
This book is very thin, but it shares many concepts with us. We need to read it slowly, savor it carefully, and practice it at work. I believe that the wonderful flowers in the author's heart will spread more and more as they are shared; as they gain insights, they will become more beautiful as they spread! Thoughts after reading "Flower" 6
In June, it was a joyful thing to encounter "Teacher's Flower Biography" with the narrator.
The book "Teacher Hua Chuan Shu" mainly explains teachers' teaching techniques and learning methods. It is of great help to the transformation of teachers. It mentions that teachers must be experts with both "craftsmanship" and "expertness". The work of a teacher is both a craftsman and an expert. As a craftsman, the teacher's world is composed of "skills," experience, and "intuition or secrets." While as an expert, the teacher's world is composed of "scientific professional knowledge," technology, reflection, and creative exploration. In addition, craftsmen learn through imitation and practice, while experts learn through reflection and research. This is also one of the characteristics of expert teachers: a technical proficient person transforms into a reflective practitioner. Reflection is undoubtedly important for a young teacher and is also a key element of growth. Because reflection can enable teachers to always keep a clear head, not arrogant or impatient, and have an objective self-understanding of themselves. In this way, the prerequisites for growth are in place. Because teachers themselves know very well what they are lacking and what direction they should work towards. Coupled with the help of books on specialized fields, expert teachers are just around the corner.
This book also mentioned: The so-called good teachers are not teachers without problems, but teachers who dare to challenge. Teachers who only have rich experience are not educational practitioners; teachers who only have empty theories are not Educational practitioners; teachers who work alone are not educational practitioners; it is difficult to create educational practitioners simply by relying on top-down planning or the design of indicators. This is also the second characteristic of expert teachers: the transformation from empty theorists to theoretical practitioners. Excellent teachers must grow from the bottom up and based on grassroots reforms. Only when teachers learn to integrate theory into their own teaching practice can they create their own teaching style, innovate in teaching practice, and achieve a win-win situation for teachers and the subject teaching field. It is specifically pointed out here that the courage to challenge is because there are many difficulties on the road to innovation, and most of the time there will be more difficulties than achievements. At this time, teachers must maintain a young heart that dares to keep trying. Know that the harder you work, the luckier you will be. Success has always favored those who are prepared, and hard work is accumulating luck. Only quantitative accumulation can achieve a qualitative leap.
In the future teaching days, I will respect every child I teach, pay more attention to the teaching materials I teach, think more about its possibilities and development in the teaching process, and more Browse some books to enrich your educational concepts and better support your teaching innovation practices. I think, as long as you can persevere, why not worry about becoming an expert teacher? I look forward to meeting a better version of myself and my own unique teaching style.
Thoughts after reading "Flower" 7
"If I become a 'golden flower', just for fun, I will grow on the high branch, laugh and sway in the wind, and grow on the new leaves. Dance, mother, will you recognize me?”
After her mother took a bath, she smelled the fragrance of the golden flowers, but “didn’t know that the fragrance came from me.” What’s even more amazing is that when my mother was sitting in front of the window reading after lunch, “I will cast my little shadow on the page of your book, right where you are reading. But you will guess that this is you.” The little shadow of the child? "
When the mother took the lamp and went to the cowshed at dusk, the child finally changed back and became his mother's child again, listening to his mother's stories.
This is a great master of a generation, a great literary figure. Rabindranath Tagore used his magical imagination to describe the family love between mother and son vividly and superbly in just a few strokes. After reading this article, I was deeply moved by this kind of love. Infected by the affection between mother and child, friendship, love and affection are needed between people.
I think, if I were a lark, I would dedicate a song to my friend when he is sad; if I were an air conditioner, I would send a gust of coolness to my mother in the hot summer. Wind, I will send a warm breeze to my mother in the cold winter; if I were an eagle, I would soar in the sky of the motherland day and night for the happiness and peace of thousands of families; if I were Sun Wukong, I would Eradicate all the bad guys... Thoughts on reading "Flower" 8
I don’t remember when I started to like reading novels. Most of them are those with twists and turns in the plot and ups and downs of life experience. But in fact, most of them are well written and engaging. That is to say, these so-called things that can torture me to the bottom of my heart have also softened my years.
Yes, I could not stop envying the bohemian and wind-swept life. I have never liked or wanted to live a boring life all my life. I always fantasized that my life could become more interesting and more interesting.
So much so that in the long days to come, I searched for answers in books more than once, but to no avail.
In fact, it was the book "Life is Like a Summer Flower" that really made me realize what my life is really like.
Those elegant verses seem to be flowing with the melody of life, vibrating my piano music about life that I have not played for a long time. It floats back and forth in the space of the soul. "The sound is heard in the empty valley, and the sorrow lasts for a long time." It lacks the sadness and has more of the desire for the truth. After all, I also follow books and follow the footsteps of giants to find out the true meaning of life.
I don’t expect many people to remember my name, nor do I long for this period of ups and downs in my life to be dramatic. Sometimes I also wonder if I can have such a story. There is no need for gorgeousness or grandeur, just the throbbing in the heart and the tears of memories. What I hope is that my life will be worthy of my young and ignorant self. The light is flickering, and it cannot disappear in the passing years, but the past is always like smoke, and I am still grateful for the short-lived flash in the pan.
"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." As long as I live as dazzling as summer flowers, then the tranquility of death is also a kind of beauty that makes me happy.
Since I am alive, no matter how many worries I have, I can put them aside and follow my heart, admiring the flowers, the sun, and the sky. No matter how chaotic my life is, I can be free, happy, and at ease by keeping my original intention. middle. Whether life is happy or not depends entirely on one's heart. If it goes against the meaning of one's own existence, then what's the purpose of coming to this world? Life is short, so we have to face it well. Otherwise, why would Tagore write "Life is Like a Summer Flower" to prove his value of life?
I like this book because it is magical and shocking. Those words that usually seem to be ordinary and commonly used are put together, but they are so refreshing. "Please look at me with a hairpin on my head. It blooms all the way along. I often miss some things and am deeply moved by the wind, frost, snow and rain." Yes, please look at me. Look at me with a hairpin on my head. I embark on this journey of life with determination. For thousands of years, no one has ever seen through this path.
Even if we lose something along the way, we will eventually meet one day. We lose something, but we also gain something. We are teased by life, but we do not resent it. If we didn't have these losses, how could we be deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow? It is precisely because of those misses and losses that we cherish the present more and look forward to the future.
Perhaps it is these many dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in life that hurt our happiness as comfortable as autumn leaves when we grow old and die.
"Prajnaparamita, one after another, life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves, and you still care about what you have." Wherever there are flowers, there are bees flying around, and there are fragrant flowers. There are light and graceful dances of white butterflies everywhere. Everyone has his or her own dream, which is a dream that fills life with beautiful hope. But in the world we live in, there are not so many wishes that come true. No matter whether people are poor or rich, they will ultimately be nothing. I came into this world naked and returned naked. We grow from small to old here, and eventually return to the depths of the earth like seeds.
However, as long as I have lived and believed in myself. As long as I am gorgeous when I come and feel comfortable when I leave.
So who cares about having anything? Thoughts after reading "Flower" 9
She sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the world outside the window, her eyes full of confusion and resentment. So many physical struggles on the bed made her gradually numb, and she would do anything for money. In this misty and rainy evening, maybe she was still sitting quietly in front of the window. Too much noise made her gradually forget the taste of peace, and tonight was different from any other crazy night. She held a white camellia in her hand, looking forward to his beloved Armand...
"La Traviata" is the most famous masterpiece of Xiao Zhongma. He tells a touching love tragedy. The heroine is a pure and noble prostitute, and the author reveals the social roots of this tragedy through her experience. The author's strong lyrical color and delicate writing style make people feel strong sympathy for the fate of the characters, and also have a clear understanding of the dark society.
La Traviata, as the name suggests, is about the emotional journey of a woman as beautiful as a camellia. Unfortunately, beneath her angelic beauty is a helpless fate - she is a promiscuous woman with extraordinary beauty, which has attracted many people who smell like copper to fall under her pomegranate skirt. Whether it is a noble lady or an ordinary woman, there will always be a grudge against these fireworks women. Of course, the heroine, Margaret, cannot live like this all her life, because the people who appear in the writer's writings always have a legendary or extraordinary experience - her poignant love with the hero. This is a touching story, of course, made of tears, sorrow and smiles, just like any other love story. But it's true. They once put aside all the troubles in the world and lived a family life in the quiet and harmonious countryside. They put aside money and lived a carefree life for a while. I dare say that this is the happiest period of Margaret's life, but the good times never last long, and she was torn apart by the hero's father because of his class concept. However, this is also what Margaret doesn’t want! Why can't human nature be a little more tolerant? Just a little is fine! In the end, Margaret suffered severe physical and mental trauma and died of depression. What is even more ironic is that after her death, all her property was sold off. This is really sad!
Miss Margaret has a beautiful appearance, but she can only become a victim of people's desire to demand dignity. What role does money play at this time? Spiritual comfort or an inanimate companion? But have you ever been truly happy deep down?
She met Armand and fell in love with him. This love was so pure and peaceful. So, she followed Armand to escape the smoggy city and lived a happy pastoral life in the countryside. However, this is just a long, long, beautiful dream. Margaret thinks of this society too simply. When Margaret's spiritual trauma had just begun to heal, Armand's father ruthlessly tore apart Margaret's dreams and uncovered her scars.
The most unforgettable thing in this work is the diary written by Margaret in the days before her death. That was when she was writing her own feelings, including the following sentences: Could it be that you won't come back before I die? Is our relationship over forever? I seem to feel that as long as you come, my illness will be cured. But what’s the use of being cured?
This is undoubtedly the most miserable moan. When she is poor and sick, she needs care and comfort from others, but she does not get this kind of care. The only thing that keeps her alive is her love for others. Memories of the past and undying love for Armand.
Marguerite Gautier, this infatuated poor girl, died in that cold winter, in the ruthless city. Until her death, she did not get a moment of freedom and peace. I deeply sympathize with her.
Margaret, who combines happiness, melancholy, innocence, selflessness and dissoluteness, gave me a strong shock. I think we can't judge a person's nature just from a certain aspect. Margaret is indeed a woman worth remembering. In order to maintain a luxurious life, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her freedom; for pure love, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her superior life; for the reputation of Armand and his family, she And sacrificed his love. As the book says: Her life no longer belongs to her.
Margaret did not have a pure body, but she had a pure heart. But in the real society, those people with prominent status who are considered "worthy of respect" by us lack a pure heart. Even such a woman who has fallen into prostitution shows the nobility of human nature. Just like the camellia, which is dazzlingly white in the sun and releases a rich fragrance, Margaret exudes the charm of her personality and the brilliance of life.
I express my sincere pity and respect for her here, and may she rest in peace in the distant kingdom of heaven...