a dead leaf fell in soapy's lap. that was jack frost's card. jack is kind to the regular residents of madison square, and gives them warning of his annual call.

soapy realized the fact that the time had come for him to provide against the coming winter. and therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.

the winter ambitions of soapy were not of the highest. in them there were no dreams of mediterranean voyages, of blue southern skies or the vesuvian bay. three months on the island was what his soul desired. three months of assured board and bed and good company, safe from north winds and policemen, seemed to soapy the most desirable thing.

for years the hospitable blackwell prison had been his winter refuge. just as the more fortunate new yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the riviera each winter, so soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the island. and now the time had come. on the night before three sunday newspapers, put under his coat, about his feet and over his lap, had not helped him against the cold as he slept on his bench near the fountain in the old square. there were many institutions of charity in new york where he might receive lodging and food, but to soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity were undesirable. you must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of philanthropy. so it was better to be a guest of the law.

soapy, having decided to go to the island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. there were many easy ways of doing this. the pleasantest was to dine at some good restaurant; and then, after declaring bankruptcy, be handed over to a policeman. a magistrate would do the rest.

soapy left his bench and went out of the square and up broadway. he stopped at the door of a glittering cafe. he was shaven and his coat was decent. if he could reach a table in the restaurant, the portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. a roasted duck, thought soapy, with a bottle of wine, and then some cheese, a cup of coffee and a cigar would be enough. such a dinner would make him happy, for the journey to his winter refuge.

but as soapy entered the restaurant door, the head waiter's eye fell upon his shabby trousers and old shoes. strong hands turned him about and pushed him in silence and haste out into the street.

soapy turned off broadway. some other way of entering the desirable refuge must be found.

at a corner of sixth avenue soapy took a stone and sent it through the glass of a glittering shop window. people came running around the corner, a policeman at the head of them. soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of the policeman.

"where is the man that has done that?" asked the policeman.

"don't you think that i have had something to do with it?" said soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly.

the policeman paid no attention to soapy. men who break windows do not remain to speak with policemen. they run away. he saw a man running to catch a car and rushed after him with his stick in his hand. soapy, with disgust in his heart, walked along, twice unsuccessful.

on the opposite side of the street was a little restaurant for people with large appetites and modest purses. soapy entered this place without difficulty. he sat at a table and ate beefsteak and pie. and then he told the waiter that he had no money.

"now go and call a cop," said soapy. "and don't keep a gentleman waiting."

"no cop for you," said the waiter. "hey!"

in a moment soapy found himself lying upon his left ear on the pavement. he arose with difficulty, and beat the dust from his clothes. arrest seemed a rosy dream. the island seemed very far away. a policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street. soapy seemed to liberty.

after another unsuccessful attempt to be arrested for persecution a young woman, soapy went further toward the district of theatres.

when he came upon a policeman standing in front of a glittering theatre, he caught at the straw of "disorderly conduct."

on the sidewalk soapy began to sing drunken songs at the top of his voice. he danced, howled, and otherwise disturbed the peace.

the policeman turned his back to soapy, and said to a citizen:

"it is one of the yale lads celebrating their football victory over the hartford college. noisy, but no harm. we have instructions not to arrest them."

sadly, soapy stopped his useless singing and dancing. a sudden fear seized him. was he immune to arrest? would never a policeman lay hands on him? the island seemed an unattainable arcadia. he buttoned his thin coat against the north wind.

in a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar. he had set his silk umbrella by the door, soapy entered the store, took the umbrella, and went out with it slowly. the man with the cigar followed hastily.

"my umbrella," he said.

"oh, is it?" said soapy. "well, why don't you call a policeman? i took it. your umbrella! why don't you call a cop? there stands one on the corner."

the umbrella owner slowed his steps. soapy did likewise. the policeman looked at them curiously.

"of course," said the umbrella man, "that is - well, you know how these mistakes occur - i - if it's your umbrella i hope you'll excuse me - i picked it up this morning in a restaurant - if it is yours, why - i hope you'll -"

"of course it's mine," said soapy.

the ex-umbrella man retreated. the policeman hurried to help a well-dressed woman across the street.

soapy walked eastward. he threw the umbrella angrily into a pit. he was angry with the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. because he wanted to be arrested, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.

at last soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where it was not so noisy. he went towards madison square, for the home instinct remains even when the home is a park bench.

but on a quiet corner soapy stopped before an old church. through one window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist played a sunday anthem. for there came to soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him at the iron fence.

the moon was shining; cars and pedestrians were few; birds twittered sleepily under the roof. and the anthem that the organist played cemented soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends.

the influence of the music and the old church produced a sudden and wonderful change in soapy's soul. he saw with horror the pit into which he had fallen. he thought of his degraded days, dead hopes and wrecked faculties.

and also in a moment a strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. he would pull himself out of this pit; he would make a man of himself again. there was time; he was young yet. those sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. tomorrow he would be somebody in the world. he would -

soapy felt a hand on his arm. he looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.

"what are you doing here?" asked the policeman.

"nothing," said soapy.

"then come along," said the policeman.

"three months on the island," said the magistrate in the police court the next morning.

用英语读后感篇2

读《爱的》这本书，让我的心灵似乎受过爱的洗礼，这是一本日记体的小说，以一个学龄前男孩恩里克的眼光，从10月份4年级开学的第一天写起，一直写到第二年7月份。记载了小学生安利柯整整九个月的四年级生活。在这本书里，大多写的都以爱为主旨，就在最平实的字里行间，融入了种.种人世间最伟大的爱：老师之爱、学生之爱、父母之爱、儿女之爱、同学之爱……每一种爱都不是惊天动地的，但却感人肺腑、引人深思!

爱是无尽的，特别是母爱。书中的主人公的父母亲是多么爱自己的子女，有一首歌这样唱来着：“有妈的孩子像块宝，投进妈妈的怀抱，幸福享不了……”是啊!妈妈的爱是无人能比的，不仅是妈妈对我们的爱，子女对妈妈的爱也是同样的，我爱我的妈妈，她为我们家，为我们的学习、生活操了不少的心，但她还是无怨无悔的付出，记得小时候，老师常说：“世界上没有免费的东西，除了——母爱!”

小时候还懵懵懂懂，现在大了，回想起来，也意犹未尽了!生活中仅有母爱还是不过的，当今社会的爱实在是太少了!有的人们为了一点小事就小题大做，兴风作浪，我最忘不了一次，放学回家的路上，偶然经过一条马路，突然一辆小车与一辆货车撞到了一起，接着货车司机赶紧走了下来，看了看自己的车子，然后连忙对开小车的司机破口大骂，还说要赔钱，可是那辆车子不过就擦出了几条痕，若货车司机心胸宽阔些，用把事情弄这么复杂吗?还有更可恶的，我们小区内打扫卫生的清洁工阿姨们，每天早上早早起来把小区打扫得干干净净，可就有几个不听话的小孩，喜欢恶作剧，经常是在人家扫完地之后就随手乱丢果皮纸屑，旁边的垃圾桶跟空气似的，我在一旁看着，心底不由得抱怨!难道现在的社会真的就没有爱吗?

爱可以有很多种，但始终都是表达一个观点，看了这本书后，让我由衷的觉得我们应该向社会呼吁爱，现在的“活雷锋”真是太少了，难道人们都变了?

用英语读后感篇3

‘we are equal!’ when these three words came out of the plain-looking girl’s mouth, the whole world was shocked.

we have good reason to be shocked——deprived of family happiness from an early age, with neither beauty nor wealth to speak of, jane eyre seems to be never destined to become the heroine shining in the spotlight we often read about in romances——but is there really such a thing called destiny? at least jane doesn’t think so. she is not pretty; she is not rich; she is a mere ordinary governess, so what? as an individual human existence, she has dignity as well as anyone else, so she deserves the chance to love and to be loved as well as anyone else! despite her short, delicate body, her soul is not the least weaker than others’——even greater than most of them. the moment she said the three powerful words to mr. rochester proudly and steadily, her pale face must have been sparkling with sacredness, which would have made her the most beautiful woman ever, because the beauty of independence is eternal. with this spirit of independence she not only gained herself love, respect and happiness but also proved to the world that nobody is second class——unless you believe yourself to be.

hundreds of thousands of ordinary girls that usually get neglected in life——me included——love and admire jane deeply because she inspires and encourages us to strive for our life goals against all odds bravely. she is a role model, an idol in our hearts but at the same time a friend, a big sister next door who’s not at all cold and distant, always ready and willing to stand by our side whenever we are in trouble. every time when i feel inferior, puzzled and lose faith in myself and the strength to carry on the life path already chosen, jane, my dear friend’s determined face and forceful words on that serene summer night would emerge inside my mind, which never failed to relight my fire of passion. oh, how i long to be like her.

but it’s not that i totally believe in her life story, by which i mean i don’t think the story of hers can happen to anybody. to me, it’s somewhat like a fairy tale that begins with ‘long long ago’ and ends with ‘ever after’， in which the prince and princess, though having suffered much in the process of getting together, would always end up in a harmonious marriage and enjoy all the best life has to offer. being an obscure girl herself, the author charlotte bronte was so generous as to have provided our dear jane a mr. rochester who loves her just the way she is, appreciates her unique character and a kindhearted family （later proved to be her relatives） that took her in when she was helpless and offered her a job to support herself. in reality, not every jane eyre can meet the proper people at the right time, just as not every ugly duckling can turn into a graceful swan——it may depend on a matter of luck. if you are too obsessed with fairy tales, you are very likely to feel disappointed and deceived by the not-so-perfect everyday life. but what are fairy tales for? we love to read them and we tend to believe in them even though we know they are not real. sometimes we do need a little romantic daydream as seasonings in the routine of life, and we also need an ideal to believe in, a creed to live by, and a northern star to show us directions on the long journey.

that’s maybe what jane eyre is for——it gives numerous common girls a possibility to look forward to, a life to reach for, and above all, a positive attitude to face all odds to encounter. perhaps we can’t all have her luck, but we can have her independence, confidence, persistence, the courage of standing up to fight for ourselves against those seemingly taller than us, and the faith that we can finally win because we are equal.

用英语读后感篇4

寒假中读了自己一直想读的一部作品，易卜生的戏剧《玩偶之家》。

?玩偶之家》中的女主人娜拉表面上是一个未经世故开凿的青年妇女，一贯被人唤作“小鸟儿”、“小松鼠儿”，实际上上她性格善良而坚强，为了丈夫和家庭不惜忍辱负重，甚至准备牺牲自己的名誉。她因挽救丈夫的生命，曾经瞒着他向人借了一笔债；同时想给垂危的父亲省却烦恼，又冒名签了一个字。就是由于这件合情合理的行为，资产阶级的"不讲理的法律"却逼得她走投无路。更令她痛心的是，真相大白之后，最需要丈夫和她同舟共济、承担危局的时刻，她却发现自己为之作出牺牲的丈夫竟是一个虚伪而卑劣的.市侩之人。可当敲诈之人寄回借据后，丈夫又假装大度原谅她。这一刻，她终于觉醒过来，认识到自己婚前不过是父亲的玩偶，婚后不过是丈夫的玩偶，从来就没有独立的人格。于是，她毅然决然抛弃丈夫和孩子，从囚笼似的家庭出走了。

是啊，娜拉走了，离开了那个玩偶一般的家。话剧落幕了，可人们的思索并未停止。娜拉走后又该怎样呢？

无数的人思考着这个问题，讨论过这个问题。鲁迅先生在一篇文章中谈了他的想法。“但从事理上推想起来，娜拉或者也实在只有两条路：不是堕落，就是回来。因为如果是一匹小鸟，则笼子里固然不自由，而一出笼门，外面便又有鹰，有猫，以及别的什么东西之类；倘使已经关得麻痹了翅子，忘却了飞翔，也诚然是无路可以走。还有一条，就是饿死了，但饿死已经离开了生活，更无所谓问题，所以也不是什么路。”

用英语读后感篇5

walden is a masterpiece written by henry david thoreau （1817-1862）， who was born in concord, massachusetts. the age he lived had witnessed the flourish of capitalism as well as the prosperity of industrialization and urbanization. during the 19th century, the american economy developed at so fast rate that most people were bound up in pursuing the material satisfaction , while ingored the spiritual life to a great extent. but thoreau was quite different from other people, he disdained the modern civilization and attached more importance to the spirit than the material. he thought many people of his time lived in a non-human-like modern society and many modern appliances, such as trains and telegraphs, had done harm to peoples harmonious life peace and also broken the relationship between human and nature.

in order to prove that without the modern instruments , people can also live a happy life, in 1845, he moved into a cabin on the shore of walden pond and live there alone for two years to get close to the nature .walden, is the famous book mainly talks about his life and thoughts during those days living in the woods .

thoreau was so happy with the life living near the lake of walden that he felt it a sweet grace to have the nature accompany and even the sounds of rain and the sights around his house were full of sincere friendship. in his eyes, the nature was an intimate friend of him and all things in the nature were lively and vivacious. and all kinds of animals in the wood, such as field mouses, robins and wild rabbits were amicably treated and regarded as his adorable companions. he even thought that plants were also had the right to live equal with human beings. just because of this, he even blamed himself for hitting chestnut trees with stones. from many words or sentences, we can easily feel thoreaus deep love and care towards nature.

besides, thoreau was a pioneering nature lover, who called on people to stop destorying nature but protect it by setting himself an example to others. the consciousness of the environmental protection is becoming more and more important in our modern society, while the whole world is trapped in some serious ecological crisises resulting from hunting and killing animals, cutting down trees and polluting the rivers for pursuit of human beings own interests. we all have the common sense that the number of wildlife is decreasing, the area of lake is shrinking, and the water is not clear any more. whats worse, environment problems such as globe warming, climate change and air and water pollution are deteriorating during the commercial process . so its high time that we should realize we never be the dominator of the whole world conquring nature, but should spare no efforts to improve the environment right away. that is, we should comply with the natural laws, make reasonable utilization of natural resources and keep the harmonious development between the society and the environment. only in this way will we has an opportunity to embrace a bright future and achieve a sustainable society .

in the book, walden, thoreau not only advocated the protection of nature, but also encourage people to comprehend and return to nature. he told us using his own experience that by living a simple life close to nature, we human beings will find out the true value of life and significance of existence.

after reading the book, what impressed me most is the description of the fascinating scenery around the walden pound, especially these sentences: "a lake is the landscapes most beautiful and expressive feature. it is earths eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. the fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows". to thoreau, the walden lake is like a charming and melting girl , who has slender eyelashes and likes to dress herself in different beautiful clothes with the changes of different seasons.

every morning after getting up, thoreau would have a bath in the walden lake to start a new day. after that, he used to wander around the pond and refresh himself with the fresh air. in summer days , he cultivated a piece of land and growed beans, blackberries, johnsworts and the like. the depiction of his leisure rurality spontaneously reminds me of tao yuanming, the famous chinese poet, who lived in the jin dynasty and made his life meaningful by returning to the nature and perfecting himself. if thoreau and tao yuanming lived in the same period and place, they would probably become best friends.

from the book, we know that during the years when thoreau lived near the walden, he did not completely isolate himself from the outside world. sometimes he went to the town and did odd jobs and would receive visitors and friends in his cabin at times. as i mention before, the intention for his living in the woods was that he wanted to teach people how to live a simple life, achieve enjoyment from the nature, free oneself from the strained daily life and what is more important is to reevaluate the value of social life.

thoreaus though of enjoying a simple life has a more realistic significance and have become a valuable spiritual wealth in our modern society. with the development of the material civilization, peoples desires are swelling limitlessly and many people are busy with the pursuit of wealth and luxurious life by any means, including at the expense of nature. however, even in the society materially affluent and technologically advanced , people are not be more happier than those people who lived centuries ago, but even feel less satisfactory and complaint more about their present life as a result of having unbounded desires of getting more and better. therefore, many people who possess a lat have become slaves of machine, working more but do not have the ability to enjoy what they have.

in the book walden, thoreau had realize this problem several hundreds ago. thus, he set his mind to give a enlightenment to awake people and encourage them to live a simple life. his thoughts have great similarity with the belief of our chinese humanism, that is, the meaning of life lies in the sane and healthy enjoyment of a simple life. in fact, thoreau and his teacher and friend emerson praised highly on confucianism and both them benefited a lot from it. i am very happy to see the interlinked place between chinese culture and western culture.

reading this book is like having a tranquil steam flow through my heart, washing the dust in my mind. it teaches me how to keep a pure spirit in the complex society, set proper goals for my life as well as enjoy the endows of nature. in short, i feel it quite worthwhile to read the book walden. i sincerely hope more and more people would like to read this book and receive benefits from it .

用英语读后感篇6

常言道，“一本好书的生活，”地球的中心，“西游记”，“让我回味无穷。

”中心的地球之旅西部大开发“，”科幻冒险书，它来自法国作家儒勒·凡尔纳的手中。这本书是关于一个古老的书，教授非常扣人心弦的书李登布洛克偶然得到了一张羊皮纸，发现他们的前辈到地球的中心，李登布洛克教授，做同样的决心。汉堡，冰岛向导和侄子，根据他们的前辈的指引，他们放弃了在冰岛的火山，终于回来了地球通过更多的后3个月的旅行，以及各种无奇不有。这本书，汉族，阿克塞尔，李登布洛克世界各地的几次几乎失去了宝贵的生命在地球的中心，教授。鱼龙的嘴巴，脸水危机中幸存下来······最后，他们终于克服了种种困难，到岛上的的地中海斯德隆布利的喷雾热炎症的纸浆火山喷发的风险。

虚构的跌宕起伏，曲折。当我读这本小说，冒险的.个人经验，探索地球的中心。当我想到前面是一马平川危机悄然而至。当我绝望，但命运之神伸出了援助之手。英雄冒险的道路上勇敢和不屈不挠的精神，英雄的一切困难和危险，我感到非常震惊留下深刻的印象，他们陶醉，执着追求的科学精神更令人感动。

后续本书冒险在同一时间，我认识了很多的地层结构和考古知识，使我增长了不少科学知识。我的理解：总是从幻想中，展开想象的，坚定自己的信念，用智慧和勇气相结合的科学真理，任何人都可以成功。

用英语读后感篇7

in the winter holiday.i read a book.it is very wonderful.it's name is "the monkey's paw".the book tells about the whites and a paw's story.mr.white's friendgave him a small and dirty paw.he said "it can makes your dreams come true.but you'll feel unhappy."mr.white wanted ?3000.and after some days,he got ?3000,but his son deid.theendis mr.white and his wife were very sad.

i think “the monkey's paw” is very useful.because it tells us some important things.such as "get something for nothing." is impossible.we must do every things by ourselves.and we must know learn by doing.

when i was 10 years old.i was not good at math.and i had tried to find many escape solutions.but no one is good for me.my mother tolds me,"learn by doing",and i did some test questions.now,my math is ok.i think my story likes "the monkey's paw".and in the new future,i will do every things by my self and do not rely on my father and mother.i know i am the best.

what a nice story!“the monkey's paw”is perfect,and i will learn more and more in it.

用英语读后感篇8

for the two months of summer vacation, i want a full, so i had the pleasure of reading the famous french novelist maupassant's "boule de suif". in addition to the book "boule de suif", there are other three stories, and i personally enjoy "boule de suif" this one.

the contents of this paper is based on the background of the franco prussian war, the hero is a living in the bottom of society, discrimination of prostitutes, a french coach before leaving the territory, was a prussian officer detained officers asked boule de suif to spend the night with him, otherwise the coach will not pass, but the ball of fat for his patriotism, resolutely refused. but with the car on the identity of the passengers for their own interests, in order to force her to sacrifice themselves, under the ruthless threat, suet ball was forced to make a choice, you saved. however, when second of the passengers when the car tian yi, a ruthless alienate her, and she no longer speak. as if she were a virus, she pletely forgot that her freedom was in exchange for her own sacrifice.

the article with the succinct language, strong contrast, those people who have noble hypocrisy, elegant appearance of the ugly face to reveal the most incisive wonder about these hypocrites the resentment of the heart, beauty and ugliness of human nature to show up, impersonal, for the period of french politics, egoistic society let more, we should treat each other sincerely, people feel full of love and help each other under the atmosphere of society is very warm. at the same time, we are lucky to think that we are not living in the extraordinary circumstances. but if we do not know how to cherish, and people are wearing a "mask", the way people are seeking whether can benefit from them, then our society will bee very dim, there is no laughter. i do not want to see such a society exists, but also requires us to be honest with each other, trust each other and help each other. every little bit to build it up, if you plant the seeds you false display of affection, will only get baoqingguayi fruit.

i believe that each person will be happy when he is sincere. it's pathetic to wear masks and money related relationships, so we need to eliminate the barriers in good faith. with sincerity to move around the relatives and friends, to create a harmonious, happy society! let this world is full of love.

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