My thoughts after reading "Back View"

Impressions after reading "Back View" 1

Back view is such a familiar word and such a warm word. Although it is an unclear outline, it is the most touching word. .

Have you ever heard of a father who personally selected a seat for his son when he boarded the train after going out to study, asked the waiter to take care of him, and then rushed back and forth to buy things in the endless stream? A hurried figure was left in the crowd. It was such a hurried back view that deeply moved our son and us who were about to travel far away.

In those years, the family was in many difficulties. Natural disasters and disasters caused by human beings came one after another and hit him one after another. The family was full of decadence. Although it is said that men do not shed tears easily, but this dignified seven-foot-old man shed tears. Only his father's vicissitudes of life and powerful voice echoed in his ears: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain." What his father said is indeed true, there is light and light there. Bright, you can start a family there, and your father will support you there.

"He climbed on it with both hands, then retracted his feet upwards. His fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort." When the son saw his father's tired figure, he suddenly realized There is a gentle heart beneath the tough exterior. The children have grown up and become sensible, but the father is already old.

In fact, each one has its own "back".

I remember when I was in elementary school, school ended very late once. Because it was winter, it got dark very quickly. At that moment, it started raining heavily again, and huge raindrops hit me all at once. The biting cold wind blew against my face, making people shiver. I was walking alone on the way home, and all kinds of terrible scenes came to me. When I was in a hurry, a familiar figure at the intersection in the distance made the cold air suddenly burn, releasing incomparable warmth. , that’s dad waiting for me.

This incident has passed for a long time, but when I read Zhu Ziqing's "Back", I thought of it again. Although the two figures are different, their parents' wishes are the same. Zhu Ziqing wrote twice in the article "I was so smart at that time", yes! When you are young and frivolous and full of energy, how can you calm down and appreciate the difficulties of your parents? When I was weathered, exhausted physically and mentally, and suddenly looked back, I realized that there was a figure beside me, silently paying attention to me. At this moment, I suddenly remembered how deep and powerful those caring figures were! Thoughts after reading "The Back" 2

Whose back saved me from my troubles? Whose figure is always waiting beside the hospital bed? It's the father! During this summer vacation, I read an article about my father, which made me feel uneasy for a long time. The article is about the winter of 1917, when the author's grandmother passed away and his father's errands were handed over. At that time, the father sent his son north to study and said goodbye on the train. From the father being worried about the waiter and finally going to deliver it himself, from choosing a seat for his son and giving countless instructions, to personally climbing across the railway to buy oranges, these are all examples of touching fatherly love. "I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not too difficult. But when he crossed the railway, he had to climb up to the moon. It was not easy to stand on the platform. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. When I saw his back, I shed tears quickly. It's down." The author cried three times, which also made my tears flow down my cheeks. This is such a touching love. The ordinary father's love shown lightly is the most painful eternal love for the author when he looks back.

I sat quietly at my desk, thinking about what my parents’ backs looked like, but they were not so clear. I am very ashamed. Living a happy life under the care of my parents, I seem to have overlooked many details in life, thinking that everything is natural and should be. When I was a child, I actually complained about my father. I have always been with my mother most of the time, because my father often travels on business and often works overtime. When he comes back, I am often already asleep. I blame my father for not being able to take me around to play like the fathers of other children. I also envy the parents who have children who come to pick them up after school.

"If you receive a drop of water from others, you must repay it with a spring of water." This saying means that if you receive a small favor from others, you should return it to others with the same kindness as a spring. We treat this kindness like an inch of grass. Chunhui, not to mention the love our parents have for us cannot be measured. In fact, at that time, we owed them a life-long debt, but they did not need us to repay that debt. Moreover, they gave us life, although life is limited. , but we can create infinite value in this limited life. Thoughts on reading "The Back" 4

During the summer vacation, I diligently read the article "The Back" by Grandpa Zhu Ziqing. The fatherly love he wrote is unforgettable to me.

The deep father’s love is deeply missed. In "Back View", a father's deep love for his children reveals a unique sadness in Zhu Ziqing's writing. At the train station, the back view of my father buying oranges and climbing onto the platform left behind that intriguing back view. This back view reminds me so much of the teacher's love, which is not better than father's love.

At noon last Friday, the weather was extremely hot and muggy, maybe it was going to rain.

The first class in the afternoon was over, and the students started to get active. Some were whispering, some were reading extracurricular books, some were dancing, some were playing chess, and I was also drawing airplanes with my deskmate enthusiastically.

Suddenly, my whole body felt numb and broken. The devil of convulsions attacked me. I only felt the tendons in my arms tightening like crazy, and then the tendons in my legs felt like they were being attacked by thousands of ants. Gnating, making me unable to move. All I know is that I curled up and raised my feet to the height of the desk. It was so painful and frightening that I burst into tears and sweated profusely. My deskmate saw me and shouted, "Bian Ling, what's wrong with you? Go and call the teacher!"

After a while, the teacher hurried into the classroom, and the tall and strong teacher Lu Yongdeng hugged me tightly. After I was sent to the office next door, he grabbed my arms with his big iron-like hands, pinched and beat me up and down, and sometimes repeatedly pinched my legs. He also ordered other teachers to shake the corners of my clothes to fan me and call for a taxi.

The bus came, and Teacher Lu quickly picked me up and got on the bus. On the way, he hugged me tightly and whispered, "My child, are you feeling better?" I nodded weakly. "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't have seizures for the time being, don't worry. I'll take you to find out what caused it." He stroked my hands and said.

When I rushed to the hospital, the doctor said that everything was fine now, but he would have to do an examination tomorrow morning to find out the cause of the disease. At this time, my parents rushed over in a panic. I saw my mother's face was like a piece of white paper, and she held me in her arms. I nestled in my mother's arms and murmured, "Mom, it was Teacher Lu who sent me here." Dad bowed deeply to the teacher. At this time, I looked at Teacher Lu's retreating back, and a warm love flowed into my heart.

The broad and tall back will always be engraved in my heart and accompany me to thrive. Thoughts after reading "Back View" 5

Who said that a single inch of grass will repay three rays of spring?

The eighth-grade Chinese language is not as simple as before, but about understanding the past and experiencing family affection. When I came into contact with the second unit article in the first volume of eighth grade, an article deeply attracted me.

We spend time with our parents every day, so we can’t feel the emotion of parting in the text "Back View". "Back View" describes the author's memory of his father's back, and the entire text is also written around the back view. After reading this article, a person's back also emerged in my mind - the back of my father.

My father is a three-wheeler soliciting customers. He carries heavy batteries almost every day. My father and I rarely talk to each other. It can be said that we never really sit quietly together to chat about home life and study. Dad came and went in a hurry when he came home. All that was left of Dad was a slightly curved back. Dad pulls passengers every day, no matter how far they are. Because of this, my father's skin became rough and dark.

I remember one time, my father was driving my brother and I home. I was pedaling the bicycle very hard, sweating profusely [Note: 浃: soaked through. Sweat poured down my back. Describe being very frightened or very frightened. He is now described as sweating a lot and the clothes on his back are soaked. ]'s father, his white shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing his dark and slightly bent waist. Speaking of this, I have never seen my father seriously. Even if I have, I can't remember it. I only remember my father's back. Because every time when doing homework, my father would occasionally come in to change the battery, even when he was at home for the longest time, which was the New Year or when cooking. All that remains is the deep silhouette.

My father is a man of few words. He rarely smiles, and even if he does, it is in disguise. Dad never praises how good we are, only talks about how good other children are. Let's compare, I know it's for my own good, let's do our best and not be proud. But I don't like this.

The hearts of parents in the world. I believe that Dad loves us, even if he leaves behind only a shadow. Just like the back of the father buying oranges for his son in "Back View". Thoughts after reading "Back View" 6

There is no language, no expression, only the most real and simple movements, but they can move people. A father, when his son was leaving to study, personally helped him find a "window seat"; he also told the waiter many times to "take care of him"; and he climbed the platform to buy oranges for his son. There were busy figures from behind in his eyes. And it is this back view that my son, who has been away for more than two years, still remembers and is deeply moved.

That was also the most difficult time for the family. My grandmother passed away, my father lost his job, and the family was in a mess. Although there were tears everywhere, he was a majestic man who "shed tears". Only his father's strong and powerful voice rang in his ears, "Fortunately, there is no end to the road!"

It is indeed true that a father's love is like a mountain. Even if the sky falls apart, his broad shoulders will hold up a clear sky for his children, leaving a peaceful place for them to stay. Father's love is silent, not because it cannot be said, but because it is sincere. Interpretation, greatness is difficult to express.

In my heart, father's love is like snow. On the surface, it is cold and strong, but behind the coldness, there is a heart that is easily warmed!

There is more snow outside the window, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In my heart, father's love is like snow. The snowflakes merge into the rain and dew of father's love, which nourishes me and makes me sprout and grow! Thoughts after reading "Back View" 7

When I first read "Back View", I felt that the article only wrote the touching story of a father buying oranges for his son. But after reading it in depth, I discovered that it reflected more of my father's delicate concern and love for me.

Judging from the previous article, my father was troubled for a long time about sending the author to the train station, and he was worried about letting others take him because he was busy, but in the end he decided to go by himself. Although the family was in dire straits at the time and needed to sell off their mortgages to support themselves, and even though he wore all cotton clothes, he still ordered a purple-fur coat shop seat for the author, which shows the father's care for his son. Before he left, he told his son, but he didn't want his son to have grown up. Do parents think their children will never grow up? Combined with the background of the time, because of the conflict between the author and his father. So I laughed at my father's tortuousness and lack of nice words, but in the end, I still missed that back view very much. The climax of the article describes the action of buying oranges in detail, and there are no unnecessary words. The author is really full of gratitude to his father, and writes about his father's difficulties everywhere. This shows his love for his father everywhere.

Why didn’t my father give me apples or other fruits, but oranges? Is there some ulterior meaning? Is it because the homophone is "Ju"? After studying this article, I felt a strong father-son relationship. What moved me most about this article was buying oranges for my son.

The father worked hard to climb the stone fence to buy vermilion oranges for his son. Is it just oranges he was carrying? There is also a heavy father’s love! When you are away, take a few steps, turn around and look... reluctant to leave.

Worry, expectation and concern seem to be written on his back, clear and profound, and cannot be forgotten! Two years later, he sent a letter of his remembrance to Zhu Ziqing. The family situation is getting worse day by day, and my father is not far away from his death. In this desolate and desolate season where greed and disease are compounded. "Alas, I don't know when I will see him again!" Zhu Ziqing sighed! Hatred, apology and remembrance are intertwined and melted in the crystal tears...

In the days to come, I know that I do not have a blunt pen to describe my father well, but I will paint my father well. The love for me is hidden in your heart. Thoughts after reading "Back View" 8

"There is a mountain in my heart, and it is the most majestic among the thousands of peaks and ridges." After reading Mr. Zhu Ziqing's prose "Back View", at the moment of closing the book, "The Mountain in My Heart" The song "Mountain" lingers in my ears again. Although the song is low, the sound hits my heart.

Although Mr. Zhu Ziqing's prose "Back View" is not as straightforward as the song, its seemingly plain line drawing technique portrays the image of a stalwart father so vividly that I was deeply moved after reading it. I deeply appreciate the selfless love a father gives his children.

"Back" depicts a father whose family circumstances have suddenly changed and become poor. Although he is old and his actions have not changed, the father insists on sending his son to the train station, "Instructions to pay attention on the road and be alert at night." Please, don’t get cold." The author also laughed at his father for being a bit arrogant and nagging, just like a child. But after reading this plot, I deeply felt the father's concern and love for his son. No matter how old his son is, he is always a child he is worried about in his father's eyes. No matter how far his son goes, his father's heart will always be concerned about his son. This is , is fatherly love.

While waiting for the bus, the father insisted on buying some oranges for his son to take with him. "Staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. His fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work." After reading this, tears burst into my eyes. Although the elderly father's family is in decline, he relies on his tenacious faith to support his broken family and supports his son's struggle for his ideals. Although oranges are not valuable, they represent a father's silent love for his son. This kind of love may seem ordinary, but it is worth a thousand words.

Climbing the railway is difficult and strenuous for the elderly father. But when he put the orange in front of his son, he suddenly became simple. This reminds me of my father. Once, I went to a friend's house to play, and it started to rain when it got dark. My father called and said he would pick me up at a friend's house with his raincoat. As for me, I felt that it would be embarrassing for my father to pick me up when I grew up, so I insisted on going home by myself. When I rushed home in the rain, I realized that my father had gone out to meet me. There were many intersections, and he and I got sidetracked. After a long time, I saw a familiar figure through the glass window, rushing towards home. "dad"! I shouted in my mind. I saw him riding hard in the wind and rain. When he walked into the house, I saw that his trousers and shoes were wet, and the rain was flowing down his already white hair. When he saw me, he smiled so happily. He didn't get angry because I ran back privately. Instead, he said with concern, "It'll be good if I come back safely. It'll be good if I come back." At that moment, every word he said was fierce. The ground hit my heart; at that moment, I felt so happy!

My father is no longer a handsome young man. Years of hard work have made him have some gray hair early on. But in my eyes, he has another kind of personality that I admire. Style: Perseverance! His arms hugging me are always so warm and so strong.

My eyes lingered in Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s meaningful words, quietly savoring the broad love of an elderly father. I believe that at that moment, Mr. Zhu Ziqing was extremely happy. No matter where he went, his father They are all the support for his struggle. His father will always be the incomparably majestic mountain in his heart!

The train roared into the distance, but the figure of his father standing on the platform was forever imprinted in Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s heart, and I recalled the love my father gave me over and over again. The figure in the movie will always be so clearly engraved in my mind.

Father, I love you! Thoughts 9 after reading "Back View"

There is no language, no expression, only the most real and simple actions, but they are the most touching. A father, before his son was about to board the train after going out to study, personally helped him choose a seat, asked the waiter to take care of him, and then climbed up and down to buy oranges, leaving a busy figure in people's eyes. It was this back view that deeply moved my son who was about to travel far away and us as bystanders.

At that time, it was the most difficult time for Zhu Ziqing's family. His grandmother passed away, his father was laid off, and the family was full of depression. Men don't shed tears easily, but this dignified seven-foot-tall man shed tears. Only his father's words echoed in his ears: "There is no perfect way for man." This sentence is indeed true. Even if the landslide and the earth collapse, there is still a piece of sky held up by my father.

"His hands were clinging to the top, and his feet were retracted upward; his fat body was leaning to the left, showing an effort." When the son saw his father's tired figure, he realized that the hardness A gentle heart beneath the surface. The children are older and sensible, but the father is old.

In fact, everyone has such a "back" of their own.

One night, my father was on a business trip and my grandma returned to her hometown. I came home very late. I got a little hungry on the way. As soon as I got home, my mother came to the door to greet me. As soon as you walk in, the strong smell of chicken soup hits your nostrils. I sat down and got ready for dinner. There was a sumptuous meal on the table, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, and a bowl of chicken soup. I took the rice bowl and ate it hungrily. Mom looked at me for a while and said softly: "Wait a minute, I'll bring you chicken soup." She turned around and walked to the kitchen, leaving a warm figure on my heart, and brought it again A bowl of chicken soup made with love. I was deeply moved.

It’s been a long time since this happened, but I still remember it. Although this is mother's love, it is equally great compared to father's love. Thoughts after reading "Back View" 10

The cold wind in winter is blowing rustlingly. In this season of isolation and helplessness, his grandmother passed away again. Zhu Ziqing looked at the mess in the courtyard and shed tears. Although his father felt very sad, he still comforted me: As things have come to this, there is no need to be sad. Fortunately, the sky is clear. The way of man. It has actually reached the point of selling off the family property, but the money obtained is only enough to pay off the debt, and even the funeral of my grandmother has to be paid for. On this day when misfortunes never come singly, although my father was busy, he still sent me to the station personally to buy oranges for me. "He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down." "He climbed on it with both hands, and then moved his feet again. Shrinking upward, his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing that he was working hard. "My father is old. I can't forget my father holding my hand when I was a child. How tall my father was at that time. However, on that day, in the rustling autumn wind, under the dim street lights, I discovered that my father’s back had become much bent at some point, my father’s face had many wrinkles at some point, and my father’s black hair I don't know when it turned silver, and I was surprised to find that my father was old. The peach blossoms have withered, but there is a time to bloom again; the willows have withered, but there is a time to bloom again; the swallows have gone, but there is a time to come again; but my dear, please tell me, why is our time gone forever? Time is rushing and will not stop for anyone. In this torrent of time, my father's youth is involved, and our youth is also involved. Wumen grows up with the passage of youth, but my father is slowly getting older. . It was my father who supported us with his solid shoulders and also supported us with a bright future. Over the years, this scene has often flashed before my eyes like a movie: It was late at night, and I was still watching TV in my room. I was bored and changing the channel. "Click!" The door opened and it was my father. With an angry look on his face, his father walked straight to the TV and turned off the power. He pointed at the door and yelled at me angrily: "Go and see what time it is now? You are still watching TV. I will move the TV out tomorrow, now you go to bed quickly!"

My father’s roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Unconvinced, I shrank into the quilt, covered my head with the quilt, and stopped making any sound.

After a while, I heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area suddenly became much darker. When I stretched out my head, my father had left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up out of the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room, as if it was suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, there was an unknown fire running around in my heart. Isn't it just watching TV? As for it, I finally had a weekend and couldn't even watch TV and relax... I don't know how long it took, under the shroud of darkness, a feeling of sleepiness came to my heart, and I was in a hazy state. I suddenly heard a slight sound of opening the door. I struggled to open my eyes a little. Under the light from outside the door, a long and narrow shadow shot onto the wall, and it was my father again. My father leaned half in and took a look inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he walked into the room gently for fear of waking me up. He came to the bedside and I quickly pretended to be asleep. My father carefully pulled up the quilt that I had kicked away. In the darkness, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was already standing in front of the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight, and his hair has become thinner and thinner. The busy family life has caused white strands to appear on his dark hair. The weak light outside the door made several plasters on my father's lower back appear and disappear. In the past few days, I often hear my father complain about pain in his lower back. Too much work has exhausted my father. However, he still goes to bed late and gets up early every day, busy with many things. Looking at his father's broad back, a feeling of regret rose from deep in his heart. "Wow!" My father gently closed the curtains, cutting off the meager moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind. Every weekend, I am always the last to get up, not because I am lazy, but because of this small curtain. It makes my room very dark, and the one who pulls it up every day is my father. The curtains were gently closed, and the father's love like flowing water was flowing into my heart through the gaps in the curtains... I admire and envy those writers or people who are good at writing, who can naturally express their feelings for their parents through the tip of their pen. On paper, reading can always make the reader's heart jump, and the emotions deep in the soul can be ignited and then spread. When the emotion is deep, the eyes can't help but blurry with tears, just like the touch brought to us by "Back View" .

I have never paid attention to my father’s back. In my little heart, my father’s back is broad and strong, capable of carrying the sky and leveling the earth. But now, my father's back has long been deeply embedded in my heart. From the time babies fall to the ground to the time we are nurtured into adults, parents’ care and love are the most profound and selfless. Parents’ nurturing grace can never be told in full: sucking mother’s milk and leaving the infancy; holding on to parents The heart took the first step in life; fell asleep soundly in the sweet children's songs, and thrived in the meticulous care. Our parents have spent so much effort and sweat on us, and weaved so many days and nights, that we can experience the warmth and warmth of life and enjoy the joy of life in this colorful world. Parents' love is as soft as water, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea, and as heavy as a mountain. How much can we experience this kind of kindness that is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth? How much have we repaid in return? Turning over the scrolls of history, there are countless stories of gratitude: In ancient times, there was Zilu who raised relatives far away from home, Lu Jinian’s mother was pregnant with tangerines... Today, Tian Shiguo donates a kidney to his mother, and Zou Zunxi carries his father to college on his back... Their parents’ lives may have been ordinary. , so ordinary that we can’t talk about it in front of others; our parents’ life may have been poor, so poor that we don’t want to praise and show off in front of others; our parents’ life may have been ordinary, as ordinary as a pebble that can be seen everywhere . But it is such parents who help you up when you fall, teach you to stand, and guide you to success step by step.