Thoughts on Reading "The Back"

Reading "back" has a feeling of 1 back, a familiar word and a warm word. Although it is an unclear outline, it is the most touching.

Have you ever heard of a father who personally chose a seat for his son when he went out to study and when he boarded the train, let the waiter take care of him, and ran around shopping by himself, leaving a hasty figure in the endless crowd. It is such a hurried back that deeply touches our son and us who are about to travel far away.

In those years, there were many difficulties at home, and the disasters caused by human beings hit him one after another, and the home was full of decadence. Although it is said that men don't cry easily, seven-foot men don't flick when they have tears. Only the powerful voice of my father's vicissitudes echoed in my ears: "Everything will come out eventually." Father's words are really good. Where there is light, there is a home, and there is a father to support it.

"He climbed up with his hands, and then his feet shrank upwards. His fat body leans slightly to the left, which shows his efforts. "When my son saw his father's tired figure, he suddenly found that there was a gentle heart under the hard appearance. The child grows up and understands, but the father is old.

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

I remember when I was in primary school, I didn't finish school until late, because it was winter and it got dark very quickly. At this time, it began to rain heavily again. Huge raindrops hit me together, and the cold wind blew on my face, making people tremble. I was walking home alone, and all kinds of terrible scenes came to me. Just when I was in a hurry, a familiar figure at a distant intersection suddenly made the cold air burn, releasing incomparable warmth. That is my father waiting for me.

It's been a long time, but after reading Zhu Ziqing's back, I remembered it again. Although the two figures are different, parents' wishes are the same. Zhu Ziqing wrote "I was really smart" twice in the article, yes! Young and frivolous, soft-blooded, how can you calm down and understand the difficulties of your parents? When you are weather-beaten, physically and mentally exhausted, and suddenly look back, you realize that there is a back around you, and you are silently paying attention to yourself. At this moment, I suddenly realized how profound and powerful those caring backs are!

After reading "The Back", I feel 2 Whose back saved me from my misery? Whose back is it, always waiting at the bedside? It's the father! This summer vacation, I read an article about my father, which made my mood restless for a long time. The article is about the winter of 19 17, when the author's grandmother died and his father handed over his errand. At that time, the father sent his son to study in the north and said goodbye on the train. From the time when the father didn't trust the waiter to deliver it himself, from the time when he chose a seat for his son and asked him to do it, and from the time when he climbed the railway to buy oranges, his touching fatherly love was reflected. "I saw him wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, stumbling to the railway and slowly leaning forward. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing his efforts. At this time, I saw his back and tears quickly flowed down. " The author shed tears three times, which also made me burst into tears. What a touching love it was, the ordinary fatherly love faintly revealed, but it was the most painful eternal love when the author looked back.

I sat quietly at my desk, thinking about my parents' back, but not so clear. I am ashamed. I seem to have neglected many details in my life, thinking that everything is natural and should be. When I was a child, I even complained about my father. All along, I spend most of my time with my mother, because my father often goes on business trips to work overtime, and I often fall asleep when he comes back. I hate that my father can't take me around like other children's fathers. I envy my children's parents who will pick me up from school in kindergarten. It was not until I grew up that I really understood that my father sacrificed a lot of time with our family for the benefit of the country. He's really great.

My father's love for me is not on the lips, but vaguely, often inadvertently revealed. For example, sometimes I do my homework late, so as long as I am at home, my father will accompany me. When I feel the figure of my father writing, I will feel particularly safe. My father will pour me a cup of malt extract instead of coffee when I am sleepy. I really appreciate it. Sometimes I really can't do the Olympics, so I will ask my father. My father will take the time to explain and give me hints. Even if he is on a business trip, he will give me an analysis on the phone and be patient.

Think about every bit of life, beauty is everywhere, whether it comes from nature or from parents and relatives. Zhu Ziqing has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty. I also hope that I can be as good at finding beautiful things as he is, flow light love to the tip of my pen, and hide deep and eternal love in my heart and cherish it forever.

The love between father and son is great, selfless and deep. Read it carefully, it not only reminds people of themselves, but also looks like a beautiful jade hidden deep in the core, not noisy and unassuming, enjoying the gentle light in silence.

Thoughts on reading "The Back" 3 This summer vacation, I read "The Back". I think everyone knows something about this book, but are you familiar with its author? Its author is our famous modern essayist-Zhu Ziqing. His other works, such as "Spring" and "Hurry", all express that feeling incisively and vividly, and interpret the characters vividly, which makes people clear at a glance.

"Back", when it comes to this topic, are you attracted by one favorite plot after another? After watching the scene where Zhu Ziqing's father bought oranges when he left, did everyone think of his father? Has everyone thought about what our father did for us?

Generally speaking, this work makes me feel the deep affection between father and son, which can't be expressed in words. Although it is common for a father to buy oranges for his children, during that time, his grandmother died and his father lost his job, which happened to be the time when his family declined and there were not many economic sources. Moreover, his fat body feels swaying when walking along the road. He has to cross the railway, climb over the platform and bend over just for a very small thing-to buy oranges for the children who have left. Can we feel the deep love of our parents from this incident? Maybe there is a lot of really insignificant love between them, but they have done so much for us without any regrets or complaints. Is this worth a thousand pounds to us?

"In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to come back." Fei Xiaotong said well. In the eyes of parents, we will always exist. They will always think of us, because their expectations are pinned on their children, hoping that they can achieve something and don't have to take the thorny road that their parents have taken. They pay without regrets and ask for nothing in return. This is enough for us. They, our great parents, have been encouraging us, cheering for us and caring for us from the moment we started babbling, to the moment we walked into the school gate. We grow up happily and healthily in their arms, so we still can't do without their careful care for us.

After reading it, I feel that parents' love for their children does not have to be really expressed. Sometimes a word, a look and an action can convey their love for us.

Maybe today, many years later, I left them and went to work and live far away alone, but I will never forget my parents' kindness to me. "If you receive a drop of water, there will be a spring to repay it." This sentence says that a drop of water is so small that it should be returned to others in good faith like spring water. We treat this kindness like nothing grows, not to mention the love our parents have for us is immeasurable. In fact, at that time, we had owed them debts for a lifetime, but they didn't need us to repay them. They gave us life. Although life is limited, we

Thoughts on reading "The Back" 4 During the summer vacation, I tirelessly read the article "The Back" written by Grandpa Zhu Ziqing, and his father's love made me unforgettable.

The deep fatherly love makes people deeply miss it. In the back, a father's deep love for his children shows his unique sadness in Zhu Ziqing's works. At the railway station, my father bought oranges and climbed onto the platform, leaving an intriguing figure. How does this back remind me of a teacher's love that is not better than a father's love?

Last Friday at noon, it was particularly sultry. Maybe it will rain.

The first class in the afternoon was over and the students started their activities. Some are whispering, some are reading extracurricular books, some are dancing, some are playing chess, and my deskmate and I are drawing airplanes.

Suddenly, my whole body was numb, broken and convulsive, and the devil came at me. I just felt the muscles on my arms tighten like crazy, and then my legs were bitten by thousands of ants, making me unable to move. All I know is that I am curled up and my feet are as high as my desk belly. I was in tears and sweaty with pain and fear. See deskmate, shouted "BianLing, what's the matter with you? Call the teacher! "

After a while, the teacher hurried into the classroom, and the tall and sturdy teacher Lu Yongdeng hugged me and sent me to the office next door. He grabbed my arm with iron tongs, grabbed it up and down, hit it, and sometimes pinched his leg repeatedly. He also ordered other teachers to help me shake my skirt and call a taxi.

The bus came, and Teacher Lu quickly picked me up. On the way, he hugged me tightly and whispered, "Are you better, son?" I nodded weakly. "Don't worry, don't worry, temporarily won't smoke, don't worry. I'll show you what caused it. " He stroked my hand and said.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was all right now, but I will have a check-up tomorrow morning to find out the reason. At this time, my parents came in in a panic and saw my mother's face like a blank sheet of paper, holding me in her arms. I snuggled up in my mother's arms and murmured, "Mom, Teacher Lu sent me here." Dad bowed deeply to the teacher. At this time, I looked at the distant figure of Teacher Lu, and a warm current came to my mind.

That broad and tall figure will always be remembered in my heart and accompany me to grow sturdily.

After reading "Back", I feel 5. But how much love does that inch-long grass have? Who enjoyed the three rays of spring?

The eighth grade Chinese is not as simple as before, but to understand the past and experience family ties. When I came into contact with the second unit article in the first volume of the eighth grade, one article attracted me deeply.

Every day we will be with our parents, so when reading the text "Coming Back", we can't feel the feeling of parting. "Back" describes that the author misses his father's back, and the full text is also written around the back. After reading this article, a person's back comes to mind-my father's back.

My father is a three-wheeled pimp. He carries a heavy battery almost every day. I seldom talk to my father. It can be said that there is no real quiet sitting together to talk about family and study. Dad came and went in a hurry when he came home. Dad only left a slightly curved back. Dad pulls passengers every day, no matter how far. Because of this, dad's skin became rough and dark.

I remember one time, my father drove my brother and me home. I watched me pedal my bike hard and broke out in a sweat. My back is sweaty. Describe being very scared or very scared. Now I also describe a lot of sweat, and the clothes on my back are soaked. Dad, the white shirt is soaked with sweat, revealing a dark and slightly bent waist. Speaking of which, I have never really seen my father's face, even if there is one, I can't remember it clearly, only my father's back. Because every time I do my homework, my father occasionally comes in to change the battery, even when I spend the longest time at home, that is, during the New Year, or when cooking. What's left is a deep back.

Dad is a man of few words. He seldom laughs. Even if he knew, it was a disguise. Dad never praises us, only the other children. Let's compare. I know it's good for me. Let's do our best and don't be proud. But I don't like it.

Inherit the wind. I believe that dad loves us, even if he leaves a shadow. Just like the back of my father buying oranges for his son in the back.

After reading "Back", I feel that there is no language, no expression, only the most real and simple movements, but it can impress people. A father personally helped his son find a "window seat" when he left home for school; I have repeatedly told the waiter to "pay more attention"; He climbed onto the platform to buy oranges for his son, leaving a busy figure in people's eyes. It is this back that is fresh in the memory of my son who has been away for more than two years and is deeply moved.

It was also the most difficult time for this family. Grandma died, my father lost his job, and my family was in a mess. Although tears don't flick, his handsome man has "left tears", and only his father's forceful voice rings in his ears. "Fortunately, God never shuts one door but he opens another!"

It is true that a father loves a mountain. Even if the sky falls, his broad shoulders will hold up a clear sky for the children, leaving a peaceful place to live. Father's love is wordless, not wordless, but sincere and difficult to express.

In my heart, father's love is like snow. On the surface, it is cold and strong, but behind the cold, it is a heart that can be 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, and snowflakes merge into the rain and dew of father's love, which moistens me and makes me sprout and grow!

After reading "The Back", I felt that the article only wrote a touching story about the father buying oranges for his son. But after reading deeply, I found that it is more about my father's delicate care and love for himself.

Judging from the previous articles alone, my father struggled for a long time because he sent the author to the railway station, but he was too busy to make others uneasy, and finally decided to go by himself. Although his family was poor at that time, he needed to sell his keepsake to maintain it. Although he was wearing a cotton-padded coat, he made a purple coat for the author to lay the mat, which showed his father's concern for his son. I told my son before I left, I didn't want my son to have grown up. Do parents think their children will never grow up? Combined with the background at that time, because of the contradiction between the author and his father, my father's pedantry and speech were not beautiful, but in the end, I still miss that figure very much. The climax of the article describes the detailed action of buying oranges, and there is no superfluous words. It is true that the author is full of gratitude to his father and writes about his difficulties everywhere, thus showing his love for his father everywhere.

Why did father send oranges instead of apples or other fruits? Is it meaningless? Is it because the homonym is "poly"? After learning this article, I felt a deep friendship between father and son. What moved me most about this article was buying oranges for children.

The father struggled to climb the stone fence to buy bright red oranges for his son. Just oranges? Another heavy fatherly love! In terms of time, I can't bear to walk a few steps and turn my head to look ... Worry, expectation and consideration seem to be copied on his back, clear and profound, and can't be forgotten! Two years later, his memories were sent to Zhu Ziqing with the letter. The family scene is getting worse every day, and the time for my father to leave is not far away. In this season of greed, disease, sadness and desolation. "Well, I don't know when I can see him again!" Zhu Ziqing lamented! Hatred, apology and memory are intertwined in crystal tears. ...

In the future, I know that I don't have a hard pen to describe my father well, but I will keep my father's love for me in my heart.

After reading "Back", I feel 8 "In my heart, there is a mountain with thousands of peaks and mountains, and it is the most majestic." After reading Mr. Zhu Ziqing's prose "The Back", the song "The Mountain in My Heart" haunts my ears. Although the song was low, the voice hit my heart.

Although Mr. Zhu Ziqing's prose "The Back" is not as straightforward as a song, its seemingly dull line drawing technique depicts a stalwart father image so vividly that I deeply feel the selfless love that my father gives to my children after reading it.

"Back" depicts a poor father with a sudden family change. Although old and unchanging, the father insisted on sending his son to the railway station. "Pay attention to the road conditions, be alert at night, and don't catch cold." At that time, the author laughed at his father for being pedantic and nagging, just like a child. After reading this story, I deeply felt my father's concern and love for his son. No matter how old the son is, he will always be a restless child in his eyes. No matter how far the son goes, the father's heart will always care about his son. This is fatherly love.

While waiting for the bus, the father insisted on buying some oranges for his son. "Stumbling towards the railway, slowly lean down. His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. When I read there, tears welled up in my eyes. Although the old father's family came down, he supported the fragmented family and his son to fight for their ideals with tenacious beliefs. Although oranges are worthless, they are a father's silent love for his son. This kind of love seems unremarkable, but it is worth a thousand words.

It is difficult and laborious for the elderly father to cross the railway. 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 began to rain after dark. My father called and said that he would pick me up at my friend's house with his raincoat. And I, feeling that I have grown up, it is shameful to let my father pick me up again, so I have to insist on going home by myself. When I hurried home in the rain, I realized that my father had gone out to meet me. There were many crossroads, and I took a fork in the road with him. After a long time, I saw a familiar figure coming home through the glass window. "Dad"! I shouted in my mind. I saw him riding his bike with difficulty in the wind and rain. When he entered the house, I saw that his trousers and shoes were wet, and the rain was running down his gray hair. When he saw me, he smiled happily. He was not angry because I ran back in private, but said with concern, "It's good to come back safely." At that moment, everything he said hit my heart violently; At that moment, I felt so happy!

My father is no longer a handsome young man. Years of hard work made him have a little white hair early, but in my eyes, he has another style that I admire: perseverance! He hugged my arms, always so warm and powerful.

Looking around in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's meaningful words, he quietly tasted the great love of an elderly father. I believe that at that moment, Mr. Zhu Ziqing was extremely happy. No matter where he went, his father was the support of his struggle, and his father was always the incomparable mountain in his heart!

The train roared to the distance, but the figure of my father standing on the platform was always imprinted in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's heart, and I also remembered the love my father gave me over and over again. His figure in the wind and rain has always been engraved in my heart.

Father, I love you!

After reading Back, I feel that there is no language, no expression, only the most real and simple movements, but it is the most touching. A father, before his son went out to study and was about to board the train, personally helped him choose a seat, let the waiter take care of him, climbed up and down to buy oranges, leaving a busy figure in people's eyes. It is this back that deeply touches our son who is about to travel and us as bystanders.

At that time, it was really the most difficult time for the Zhu Ziqing family. Grandma died, dad was laid off, and the family was full of depression. A man doesn't cry easily, but he cried when he was seven feet tall. Only my father's words echoed in my ears: "God never shuts one door but he opens another." This sentence is really good. Even if the earth collapses, there will still be a sky propped up by my father.

"His hands are crawling on it and his feet are shrinking upwards; His fat body leans to the left, showing his efforts. " When the son saw his father's tired figure, he found a gentle heart under the hard surface. The child is old 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 grandmother went back to her hometown. I came home late. I'm a little hungry on the way. As soon as I got home, my mother met me at the door. There is a strong smell of chicken soup as soon as you enter the door. I sat down to prepare dinner. There is a sumptuous meal, two meats and two vegetables, and a bowl of chicken soup on the table. I accepted the job and wolfed it down. My mother stared at me for a while and said softly, "Wait, I'll get you chicken soup." She turned and walked to the kitchen, leaving a warm back in my heart and serving a bowl of chicken soup full of love. I was deeply moved.

It's been a long time, but I can't forget it. Although this is maternal love, it is as great as fatherly love.

After watching Back, I feel the cold wind blowing gently in winter 10. In this helpless season, grandma passed away again. Zhu Ziqing looked at the yard in a mess and shed tears. Although my father was very sad, he comforted me: there is no need to be sad at this time, but fortunately, God never shuts one door but he opens another. In fact, it has reached the point of selling the family property, but the money obtained is only enough to pay off the debts, and even grandma's funeral will be paid. On this double whammy day, although my father was busy, he personally sent me to the station to buy me oranges. "He limped to the railway and leaned down slowly." "He climbed up with his hands, and then his feet shrank upwards. His fat body leans slightly to the left, which shows his efforts. "My father is old. I can't forget how high my father held my hand when I was a child. However, that day, in the autumn wind, under the dim street lamp, I found that my father's back was bent a lot, his face grew many wrinkles, and his black hair turned into silver hair. I was surprised to find that my father was old. Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; But please tell me, dear, why are our days gone forever? Time is in a hurry, and we won't stay for anyone. In this torrent of time, we are involved in our father's youth and our youth. No one will grow up with the passage of youth, but his father is getting old. It was my father who propped us up with that solid shoulder and gave us a bright future. Over the years, this picture has often flashed before my eyes like a movie: it's late at night, and I'm still watching TV in my room. I changed the channel bored, "click!" The door was opened. It's my father. Father looked angry, so he went straight to the TV and suddenly turned off the power. Pointing to the door, he shouted angrily at me, "Why don't you check the time?"? You're still watching TV. I'll move the TV out tomorrow, so go to bed now! "

Father's roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Not convinced, I huddled in the quilt, covered my head with the quilt and made no noise. After a while, I only heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area was suddenly dark. When I put my head out, my father had already left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up at the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a dignified atmosphere hung over the room, as if suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, I suddenly felt a nameless fire rushing in my heart. I just watched TV for a while. As for it, I finally had a weekend, and I couldn't relax after watching TV ... I don't know how long it took. Under the darkness, a sense of sleepiness came to my mind. In the twilight, I suddenly heard a slight door opening sound. I struggled to open my eyes a little. In the light outside, a long and narrow shadow hit the wall, and it was my father again. Father leaned in and looked inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he quietly walked into the room for fear of waking me up. He came to the bed, and I quickly pretended to sleep. My father carefully pulled the quilt I kicked up. In the dark, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was standing at the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. Busy family affairs led to white silk in his dark head. The faint light outside the door made a few plasters stuck on my father's lower back appear and disappear. These days, I often hear my father complain about his lower back pain. Too much work exhausted his father, but he still went to bed late and got up early every day, rushing about for many things. Looking at my father's generous back, a sense of self-blame rises from my heart. "Wow!" Father gently closed the curtains to isolate the poor moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion came to my mind. Every weekend, I always get up the latest, not because I am lazy, but because of this little curtain. It is it that makes my room dark, and my father pulls it every day. The curtain is gently closed, and my father's love is flowing into my heart from the gap in the curtain ... I admire and envy those writers or people who are good at writing, and they can naturally sprinkle their feelings for their parents on paper through the pen tip. Reading can always drive the reader's heartbeat, so that the deep feelings are ignited, and then spread, can not help but be vague, just like the "Back" brought us moved.

I have never paid attention to my father's back. In my young mind, my father's back is broad and vigorous, and he can stand tall. Now, my father's back has been deeply embedded in my heart. From the baby's "quack" to feeding us to grow up, the parents' care and love are the most extensive and selfless, and the parents' gratitude for parenting is endless: sucking up the mother's milk and leaving the baby; Grasping my parents' hearts, I took the first step in my life; Sleep in sweet children's songs and thrive in meticulous care. Parents have devoted a lot of effort and sweat to us, weaving many days and nights, so that we can experience the warmth and coldness of life and enjoy the happiness 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 appreciate this kindness that is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth? How much did we repay? Turning over the scroll of history, there are countless stories of gratitude: in ancient times, there were children who raised their parents away from rice and missed their mother Huaidan Orange ... Now, Tian donated kidneys for his mother, and Zou Zunxi went to college with his father ... Parents' lives may be ordinary, so ordinary that we can't talk about them in front of others; Parents may be poor all their lives, so poor that we don't want to praise and show off in front of everyone; Parents' life may be ordinary, and ordinary is like a pebble 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.