Thoughts on Reading Snow

After watching the snow, I feel 1 "In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of the rain is spinning and rising ..." Lu Xun's pen is always so affectionate and intriguing, and I ponder it with my heart and have a lot of thoughts. ...

This article about snow praises the loneliness and tranquility of snow. Those purple-bud ginger are happily shaping arhats. Suddenly, the world was quiet, and the snow was falling ... At the end, the crisp voice ended like this: "Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain, the soul of rain." I suddenly closed the book and couldn't help closing my eyes. My heart thumped, and "Golden Bean" was about to fall into the river in an instant.

Isn't it? Snow carries a strong core and is not afraid of being easily changed. It flies in the air and blooms in life, but people cringe and hide in the corner of "mud". Like mice, they run away when they see "cats" and leave everything behind, regardless ... isn't it? Snow has a holy and meaningful soul, a small "Bing Xin", and it looks at a "bright spring". However, while people talk in front of the mirror, they still muddle along in stubbornness. One day they become monks, and the other day they ring the bell ... isn't it? In the cruel and dark night, the life of snow continues, just like "the night sky is another world, the stars are its people, and no one will crowd out anyone and get close to each other", while people choose to live freely and shamelessly. Who can ask for it? The motherland is declining, can we still go? Who asked in a daze, "What is a real soul?" I want to respond with my heart: "Those who are not rebellious, unsuccessful and ignorant are called Snow Soul." ...

May "snow" last forever, spread all over the world and stay in my heart forever.

In this noisy sea of people, instead of being a peony in a greenhouse, it is better to be a dead rain-the soul of rain and snow, with a wish of regret, rather than a tooth for a tooth. In the dirt, humble, in life, lift your face. Since we have chosen a distant place, we must give consideration to both hardships and difficulties.

Although Xue can't talk, I made three friends!

This snow is interesting to read and unforgettable!

Yes, this is a heartfelt experience, the voice of countless voices, and a clean stream in the voice!

Thoughts on reading Snow 2 This is an animal novel, a novel that makes people cry. The story tells that the snow mastiff Shengji was born in the northern Tibetan Plateau. It is witty, sensitive, brave and strong. In the process of grazing with my master, I constantly honed myself and defeated those dog dealers who had no goodwill towards me. When facing fierce and cruel animals such as wild wolves and snow leopards, I stood in front of my master and fought with them, never flinching, and explained my loyalty with my own life. After the earthquake in northern Tibet Plateau, I found the little master under the ruins day and night with my keen sense of smell, and used my huge body to support a life sky for the little master.

Dogs are our most loyal friends, but some people kill them cruelly and turn them into dishes on the table and specimens in museums. We only have one earth. On this blue earth, every life should be treated equally and respected. Animals and humans are flesh and blood, with love and hate and affection. We should learn to look at every life with equal eyes. Even if this life is weak, we should not bully it, because it is alive and will feel pain.

After reading Snow, I feel that maternal love is like a clear spring, which washes away the dust of growth for us; Motherly love is like a ray of sunshine, illuminating our growth path; Motherly love is like a flame, which gives us warmth when we are discouraged; Motherly love is like a road sign, guiding us to success. It is not only human beings who have this lofty feeling, but also a small rabbit.

"The Mountain Rabbit by the Sleeping Python" mainly tells the story of a female mountain rabbit being thrown into the python house to feed the sleeping python. In order to make her offspring come safely and survive, she didn't wait for death like other Mountain hare, but fought with the python to the death, and finally successfully gave birth to the hill rabbit and returned to the rabbit house.

After being thrown into the python house, the mother mountain rabbit took extraordinary courage to fight with the python: jumping and digging holes ... Especially when giving birth to a hill rabbit, her children gave her the courage to bite the python meat, making a python a little scared in front of a hill rabbit.

What made this snow avoid having so much courage to fight a python to the end? It is a strong desire to let one's offspring be born safely. It is a maternal sense of high responsibility and mission to let it overcome its timid nature, transcend the limitations of species and deal with pythons with fearless spirit.

It is said that China's parents are the easiest to satisfy, but are children satisfied with their mother's ardent love? In life, no matter where we go, we are always wrapped in a little maternal love. Maternal love is hot, sweet and heavy, which may be a word, a look, a hug, a smile, a beat and a tear. ...

In the Wenchuan earthquake, mothers protected their children in different ways, just like the mother rabbit. In order to keep them alive, they sacrificed their most precious lives: some supported their children's lives with flesh and blood; Some left the last most beautiful words to the children; Some left the hope of life to their children in do or die ... The scenes gave me a new understanding of maternal love: maternal love has created miracles.

Don't think that a mother's love is the truest only when it is vigorous, and every bit in life is also a real mother's love. Mom has been paying for you. In fact, no matter where we go, we are all kites with thread, maternal love is thread, and mother is a person running on the ground.

After watching Snow, I feel that if you touch a stone with a fragile egg, you will get more than one bargained for, and you will bring your own destruction. It's like throwing eggs at a stone. This summer, I read the story of Shen's animal novel "The Mountain Rabbit Sleeps on the Python" and got a new understanding of throwing eggs at stones.

At Yuantong Mountain Zoo in Kunming, a precious python often feeds the mountain rabbit extra for convenience. The staff threw the mountain rabbit directly into the python room, and the python woke up and could be swallowed at any time. Some mountain rabbits panicked and jumped about after being thrown into the python room; Some' mountain rabbits', because of their high tension, act as if they have been hungry for a hundred years, eating grass and gnawing stakes desperately; The mountain rabbit just opened its mouth in the python's mouth and plunged into the dark python's mouth because of insanity.

Life is sometimes fragile, especially weak life. When faced with death, these mountain rabbits showed very panic, abnormality and despair, which is normal. Surprisingly, a rabbit with big ears was thrown into the python house, and it was still trembling with nervousness. But the next day, a miracle happened. It began to dig holes in the wetland near the pond in the python house. I wonder, why is it no longer afraid? Why dig a hole? It turned out that when the python woke up to eat the mountain rabbit, the rabbit with big ears jumped violently and fled behind the python. After hitting the wall several times, the python was discouraged. The employee had to change a male rabbit to feed the python. I wonder once again why it is not only not afraid, but also fights back.

With these questions, I can't stop reading. What made the big-eared rabbit behave so bravely and survive? The reason is that it has a baby in its belly. The next morning, there were three rabbits in the shallow hole. So I'm happy and worried about rabbits. Mother rabbit seems to realize that when the python wakes up, the whole family will be eaten.

Mother rabbit has no way to go. Only by using her wisdom and courage again can she defeat the python and save the baby rabbit, so she plans a major and life-threatening plan. The rabbit and the python fought again, and finally the python was defeated, and the mother rabbit and the baby rabbit moved out of the python house.

After a narrow escape, the big-eared female rabbit finally won. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I'm glad their family escaped this robbery. At the same time, I understand that this is a miracle created by great maternal love, extraordinary wisdom and courage, and it is a miracle of throwing eggs at stones!

In life and study, in the face of great setbacks and difficulties, we have also become weak mountain rabbits. We can't leave things to chance. Maybe we can throw eggs at the stone with wisdom and courage to break the hard stone.

During my holiday, I read a story-Mrs Si Nuo, which was very interesting.

This story mainly tells: there are two beautiful sisters. My sister is diligent, but my sister is lazy. One day, my sister was spinning by the well. Suddenly, the spindle slipped from her hand. My sister reached out and grabbed it. She accidentally lost her balance, fell down with the spindle and fainted. I don't know how long it took before my sister woke up and found herself lying in a beautiful big garden. Just as she was wondering, she suddenly heard a small voice say, "Please take us out of the hot stove, we are getting burnt!" " "Sister looking back, it turned out that the bread in the stove was waving to her. She quickly took the bread to the ground gently, and the bread actually smiled. My sister heard another heavy voice say, "Little girl, can you help me pick apples?" "? It's all cooked! "She quickly picked the apple from the tree. The apple tree shook its branches happily to thank her. Suddenly, the weather turned cold, and my sister walked on the snow-white path. Suddenly, a lady came up and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm Mrs. Xue. You can come to my house and help me with some work. Will you? " "I do! I am willing! " Sister said happily. My sister helps Mrs Xue every day. Mrs Xue is very happy! After a few days, my sister began to miss home. When Mrs. Xue knew it, she returned the spindle to her and gave her a bag of gold coins, saying, "You are such a helpful girl!" " This is your reward. "The tone just fell and my sister went home. Suddenly, she heard a gentle voice saying, "Don't tell others what you have experienced! "Yes, Mrs Si Nuo!"

After reading this story, I know a truth: be kind and hardworking, and people who are kind and hardworking will be welcome wherever they go, and good people will eventually be rewarded.

I want to learn from my sister in the story and be a kind and hardworking boy!

Thoughts on Reading Snow 6 Today, I read a story in Chinese with interest. The name of the story is King of the Snow Wolf. This article introduces the content of Reading the Snow Wolf King to you.

After reading this story, I was deeply moved. The general content of the story is: once upon a time, there was a wolf named Raul, who was the king of snow wolves. Because the snow and ice cut off their food sources, Rolle, the king of snow wolves, took the wolves out to look for food. Suddenly, two rabbits ran like lightning, and two little wolves ran after them at once. After running for a while, I missed it and let the rabbit run away. Raul was very angry, because he thought it was a shame for the Wolf clan to let the prey escape in front of his eyes, so he carried the two little wolves to the ground. Suddenly, a wolf named Lu came out. It is the father of one of the two little wolves. He stopped in front of Rolle to prevent Rolle from hurting his children, so Lu rushed up and wrestled with Rolle, and Lu was gradually at a loss. Luo eryong bit Lou's neck with sharp teeth. After a while, Luo Er actually let go. Suddenly, Raul and the wolves smelled people, and the hunter came. At Lu Luo Er, Lu Ming understood the meaning of Luo Er. Lu fled with the wolves, while Raul deliberately attracted the attention of hunters and led them in another direction. Finally, Raul made an avalanche with his own body, and Raul died with the hunter.

This story touched me a lot, and I had many feelings. First of all, I admire Raul's bravery. Its fearless spirit in the face of strong enemies is worth learning. Secondly, Raul's earnest spirit is also worth learning. His subordinates let their prey escape and they must be punished. Only when everything is serious can they succeed. Finally, Raul's spirit of self-sacrifice is worth learning. In life, many people only care about their own interests and do not hesitate to harm the collective interests. I don't like such people. We should all be selfless people like Raul. If our class is in trouble, we should all be brave enough to sacrifice our personal interests in exchange for the interests of the whole class.

After watching the snow, I feel 7. A legend of life and death in the snowy plateau, a great miracle created by ordinary people, and a great miracle belonging to his father.

The shadow of the snow leopard tells us the story of a father. This is a snow leopard-Ni Xuegen who has never felt the warmth of her family. She has become the stepfather of A Canxia, a beautiful snow leopard, and the stepfather of three cubs. In the storm, it used its thin body to protect the silver penis under the abdomen; In the dangerous swamp, it resolutely jumped into the mire and lifted the white boss out of the water; When Hua Lao was dying, he took risks and went deep into the wolves to hunt. After a narrow escape, after all the hardships, he still clung to the three little snow leopards, and finally happiness came.

From the mud and snow, I saw an ordinary father, extraordinary love, the epitome of thousands of fathers, kindness, greatness and severity. After reading this book, my heart is full of joy and my country is happy for me. I have a father like that.

On that occasion, my father taught me to ride a bike. I was afraid of falling, so I asked my father to help me in the back. Out of trust in my father, I flew away unscrupulously, but I fell down at once. At this time, I suspected that my father was not helping me at all. But seeing my father's trusting eyes, I regained my trust in him. Mother heard the sound and came at once. Dad quickly gave her a wink. Mother got the message and went to the kitchen again. Despite the pain, my father and I started again. This time I grasped the balance, obviously a little more skilled than last time, but I fell down again. After dozens of times, I finally learned to ride a bike. Everything has a price. The price of learning to ride a bike is that my knee is broken, my elbow is skinned, my ass hurts for a week, and I can't sit in a chair. My mother rubbed iodine on me, and I grinned with pain. At this time, I already knew that my father was the "culprit" who hurt me. I muttered "bad dad, bad dad-",and we didn't say a word for a week.

Now that I have grown up, I know that my father wants me to experience some failures so that I can succeed. Let me understand that success is after all kinds of hardships. Open the memory and recall the past: my father picked me up rain or shine, and he didn't tell my mother when he bought me food and fun-dad, it was great.

Father's love is eternal love, and father is a miracle creator. Yes, I love my mother, but I love my father even more. His warm arms and stern eyes-the hymn of fatherly love full of joys and sorrows will haunt me all my life.

After seeing the snow, I feel that the sea is very quiet. The waves beat against the beach. The color of the sea turns black gradually, and it welcomes and melts countless white snow flowers.

Someone is coming from a distance. He staggered along with snow powder on his back, and his feet in big cotton boots plunged deep into the snow, leaving his first footprint on the beach. Seagulls quack and look a little anxious. He looked up at the seagulls and continued to walk with his head down. The old man has a bad hunchback. He finally stopped in front of a bigger shop, kicked the door, shouted something, and exhaled a thick white breath.

The small door of the fishing shop is closed. He cursed and shouted, "Leopard-you leopard!"

An old man replied in a low voice, "Is it Lao Gang?" Then bang, the door opened. The man outside the door went in.

Like all fishing shops, it only shows a spire one person high from the ground, but it is very spacious inside. This shop is made of sorghum stalks and seaweed. Separated into two rooms, there is a sleeping platform outside, which is covered with thick wheat straw and half reed mats. Under the platform and in the second door, there are clouds of fishing nets and ropes. The ground is covered with grass. Where the sand is exposed, it is full of crab legs and fishbones. The smell of linoleum, fishy smell and moisture all rushed into the nose ... This is the fishing shop, where the "old shop" watching the sea has lived since ancient times. It can give fishermen a different kind of warmth. What do the surfers think most about? This is the fishing shop lying in the middle of the soil, and the smell inside!

"Leopard" fell asleep comfortably on the earthen platform at the moment. His feet stuck out of the quilt. It turned out that he had just hooked off the top bar with his foot and didn't get up.

Lao Gang, who entered the door, grabbed his feet with both hands and pulled hard. The leopard has to get up and get dressed. Naked, shaking his clothes stained with sand, he said, "No, no-I lifted the sampan for a while at night, and I was exhausted!" " Alas, almost seventy people ... "

The leopard shook the sand carefully. It wasn't too cold. It's not that cold in the shop, and there is a small iron stove by the door. He is really old and thin. Look how many ribs he has. But his muscles are strong and his hands and feet are neat. He dressed quickly.

Lao just took out half a box of cigarettes from the sand next to the shop, approached the stove and said, "There was a heavy snow last night, and it's still raining."

"Huh?" The leopard also lit a cigarette and put on his shoes. He asked, "Is it snowing heavily?"

"It's big-I guess it's half a foot deep at the moment."

The leopard looked out for a while, then shrank back and said, "Good! Hey, good! "

They all stayed to see the "old shop" in Dongpu. Most of the fishing shops along the coast don't have much property, so they packed their bags and went home as soon as winter came, but Lao Gang and the leopard had to stay to see the winter shop. I was lonely all day. They talk together every day and have nothing to say. Lao Gang is thinking at the moment, what does it mean for a leopard to praise good snow?

The leopard is silent, just smoking a cigarette. The flame in the stove reflected the black wrinkles on his face, which seemed to be beating.

It's dark in the shop. Lao Gang lost his cigarette butt and touched the cigarette case. He mumbled, "It's strange that there is no one who opens the window in the fishing shop, and the day is like night."

"It's dark in the shop, so sleep well." The leopard took a sip of his cigarette, looked at the small piece of glass on the shop door and said, "Good! Hey, good! "

"How come?" Lao Gang couldn't help asking.

The leopard poked at the fire in the stove and said, "Why don't we stew a big fish on a snowy day and close the shop for a whole day?"

Lao Gang smiled: "Good."

"It is good to be drunk. It's cold, and the chill hits the heart. Cold is a strange thing. Like a bug, it can crawl into the heart along its legs and wrists ... "The leopard turned around and dug out a bottle of wine from the sand and put it in front of Lao Gang and said," How about it? This is from my old friend who came to catch the sea. You, the son with glasses, won't give you anything ... "

Lao Gang's son works as an assistant engineer in a nearby coal mine, almost forgetting that he has a father. Lao Gang, who was never ashamed to be mentioned by others, coughed loudly now.

The leopard inserted the bottle into the sand on one side again.

There is almost no sound outside. They are both smoking their own cigarettes. I've said everything I need to say. It seems to be the first time in a long time to say so many such things early in the morning. This is entirely due to a heavy snow.

After smoking for a while, they bowed and ran out of the shop. Two "shopkeepers" are holding cigarettes and looking at snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Ha! Hey! This is the first snow this winter, brand-new, drifting to the seaside. Looking ahead, all I can see is rotten weeds and uneven beaches-now they are all white, clean and beautiful. Snowflakes fell on their faces and hands with a smile and melted at once. My face and hands itch, which is very comfortable.

After standing for a while, I went back to the store. The leopard told him to come back in an hour, and then he caught the big fish.

After watching the snow, I feel that love is slowly precipitating in the years. The power of precipitation makes love more and more heavy and richer in connotation. From the beginning, I knew nothing about the word contact love, and one day I became a mother and father, and my understanding of it moved from single to mature. Take love as your partner and stride over every setback and surprise calmly. It is this calmness and calmness that makes us lose the state of being fascinated by the authorities. At that time, we were more rational and tolerant. The understanding of love adds more responsibility and morality. In fact, love is difficult to define, because everyone has different explanations in his eyes.

In the author's eyes, Sydney represents maternal love. She is my old mother, and she is also the mother who is getting richer and stronger and getting rid of humiliation. When this deep love was washed repeatedly in the long river of years, it precipitated into the most precious wealth of his life.

Take a gentle bite of Sydney, and all kinds of smells will come to mind.

What is sour is the feeling of mother's love in those years, and what is sweet is the joy of gaining something after one's labor; What is astringent is the faint and endless homesickness, and what is bitter is the blood brought by the Japanese to innocent people.

With this bite of Sydney, he tasted the five flavors of life and precipitated the joys and sorrows of his life in the years.

The taste of Sydney needs time as an introduction to taste something other than the original flavor. Under the bridge, guests from all over the world hurried by in their lives. There is such a Sydney in everyone's heart, which can open the long-sealed past and make people feel mixed feelings.

The taste of Sydney is a mixture of time and love.

After watching the snow, I feel 10. I read a story called Snow White.

It said: there is a queen. She has a princess who is more beautiful than anything. People call her "Snow White".

Later, the queen died unfortunately, and the king married a new queen. The new queen is arrogant and conceited, and no one can be more beautiful than him. He has a magic mirror and tells him that Snow White is the most beautiful girl in the world.

The queen was very angry and ordered the hunter to kill Snow White.

The kind hunter didn't kill Snow White, but left her alone in a big forest. In fact, everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses, and we can't be jealous or even slander others when we see that they are better than ourselves.