Thoughts on reading stars

There is a model essay 1 in the reading of Star, which is one of my favorite articles. It has clear structure and beautiful language, and beautiful sentences depend on the starry sky, because the author loves the starry sky, such as mother's class.

Imagine the author in the vegetable garden, looking at the half-bright and half-dark starry sky at sea, imagining that the starry sky is so within reach, and I enjoy it at home, as if I were there.

The author is lucky that he has the opportunity to see such a beautiful starry sky, which has basically become an imagination in today's big cities. In the author's eyes, he has regarded the star as a friend. The author talked and laughed with them and enjoyed themselves.

But you can usually see a star in the city. It is the brightest star. It's the North Star.

Only Polaris is the brightest in the vast sky. When there is no moon, it shines all over the world with faint light.

The author said that although starlight is tiny to our naked eyes, it makes us feel that light is everywhere, yes! Walking home alone at night, the stars will light up your way home like small lanterns, so that you are not lonely or afraid.

I love the starry sky as much as the author, very much.

These are hands, those are legs and three stars are belts. After the author's guidance, I really saw the giants in the sky. Look, that giant is still running!

After reading "Stars", I feel the model essay 2 "Mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul-"

Since when have the bottles and jars on your desk been unable to cover the deep ravines on your face? Since when do you go to the hair salon every week to cover your silver hair with bottles of black medicine? When will you stop humming that tearful Lu Huabing to me?

Looking at those crying children, I always wonder what I would be like when I was their age. At that time, my grandmother always said to me, "You were noisier than them when you were a child!" " When you were born, your brother had to stay in hospital for observation. Our family spent the past few days in the hospital. What about you? Every time I start crying in the early morning, no one can coax you. Only when your mother hugs you and hums to you will you fall asleep. "Every time I hear this, there will always be a vague picture in my mind, like your kind face.

"mom! My hair is on your lap, and this is the countless threads you gave me-"

When I was a child, I would always lie on your lap and say something I didn't even understand, and every day you would tie up my waist-long hair and say, "What good hair!" " It wasn't until the kindergarten teacher talked to her mother three or four times that you took me to the barber shop because her hair was too long to tie it. I vaguely remember your empty eyes when you saw long black hair fall on the cold floor. Now, I have waist-length hair again, but you say it's troublesome to cut it. You still have so many study tasks. I shook my head and said, "I can't stand it."

"mom! When the storm comes, birds hide in their nests; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms-"

In junior high school, communication with you becomes very little, and sometimes even for a week, I can't talk to you for a few words. So those injuries, kept in my heart, hurt myself and hurt you. I quarreled with my classmates that day. I don't know who told you the secret. In the evening, you call me from my bedside. I pretended to read and ignored you. You sighed and said, "You have been wronged. Tell your mother not to keep it in her heart alone, and her mother will feel bad." I looked up at you, tears broke free from the shackles of eyes. You took the book in my hand, folded a small corner on the paper where I stayed, and then picked up a tissue to wipe the tears from my eyes.

Those things, as Bing Xin said in "Stars in Spring Water": "These things are unforgettable memories; In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on mother's lap. "

You said I was your angel, an angel sent by God to protect you. Just because you are afraid of losing me, you secretly hide my wings in my sleep. You said I could protect you for life.

"Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring, but this deep kindness makes it finally silent. Mom! Are you that spring? "

After reading Stars, I found the first introduction attracted me when I opened the book. When it comes to how Bing Xin wrote poetry, from childhood to adulthood, it fully embodies Bing Xin's talent in writing.

Her poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." It is conceivable that Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish fantasies. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness.

Later, she went abroad to study, which has been going for many years. She described her thoughts with a pen and was eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy. But once there is no fantasy, then she will become more lost and disappointed. How can I miss home when I leave my hometown and my closest mother? "The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. " The waves kept beating on the shore, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown. that

Every drop of spray touches a string that is about to break in my heart, homesick. Indeed, only mother is good in the world. Maternal love is the greatest, maternal love is the purest.

Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings. There is no hypocrisy in her poems. They are true feelings from the heart, which can touch people's hearts and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike. However, her deep yearning for her mother is beyond our reach. Motherly love is so sacred that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world. Bing Xin is synonymous with my mother. I know her through Bing Xin.

At this point, my heart is surging, and I can't calm down and express my feelings.

A clear ice heart, like a star, spring water flows eastward. ...

The work "Springs of Stars" inspired me a lot. She told me about human's pursuit of love, the greatness of maternal love, and that I should be optimistic about life ... which touched my great spirit and kindness.

Today, I happened to see a poem written by Bing Xin, and I was very interested, so I dug up the book "Stars in Spring Water". Accustomed to reading the vernacular, I feel a little uncomfortable after reading the poems at once, but it has a different taste.

Reading these poems seems to be very kind, because Bing Xin expresses the purest, purest and most ordinary things in nature with light and elegant poems, without any artificial decoration or any gorgeous words, with a hint of gentleness and leisure or some deep inner beauty: "Under the bright eyes, green leaves are like clouds and white clothes are like snow." How touching! Not to mention the night of separation. In that poem, the poet's love for life is full, which is the reappearance of her innocent heart.

Bing Xin's poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. Although the content is simple and concise, it is full of words. Although the language is unpretentious, it has far-reaching significance. This little poem:

"Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling."

It is conceivable that Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish fantasies:

"Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul."

It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are all Bing Xin's childish pleasures.

Soon after, grandma Bing Xin left her hometown and went to a far place to study abroad. It has been many years since she left;

"The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. "

Many poems can make us feel grandma Bing Xin's yearning for her hometown and eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and the excitement of coming home. In just a few words, it outlines a beautiful, aesthetical, natural and harmonious picture. A few short poems can make us realize what Grandma Bing Xin thinks when she writes poems.

After reading it, I feel that my heart has been improved. Unlike other books, I only pay attention to the plot, thinking and reading less, and I pay attention to thinking. Now, it is quite difficult to find such a book.

What is the greatest love in the world? I would say it's just pure maternal love. Bing Xin's book takes "maternal love, innocence and nature" as the theme. In her view, maternal love is boundless, great and broad.

There is such a poem in the book, which makes me feel the greatness of maternal love. At the same time, maternal love is also the only shelter for children under the sky:

"mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms. " In just a few strokes, this feeling has been vividly portrayed recently.

"The stars are shining-the dark blue sky. Have you ever heard them talk to each other? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. " This is the opening poem. Bing Xin described the originally cold and boring starry sky so lovely and warm. With its rich imagination and wonderful thinking, it adds a bit of quietness, clarity and mystery to nature, and directly expresses its deep pursuit of a quiet life.

In Spring Water, maternal love is also described in different styles, so holy and noble. Bing Xin painted a beautiful and simple picture with more pen and ink. Flowers bloom and fall, the sun sets, winter goes and spring comes, all of which depict the true feelings of Bing Xin. In her poems, we can know that her childhood is suspended in fantasy. Her childhood was so beautiful and interesting.

If you look carefully, you will find that it is so real, all from the heart and the experience is extraordinary.

Here, I want to talk more about maternal love. After reading her poems, I will feel that she is a loving mother and a model among thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, and her experience is even more profound. Her deep maternal love can affect every child in the incident. No flowery words or beautiful words can describe it.

The truth and purity of maternal love are the expectation in a dream, the temptation of reality and the tearful smile when recalling. Bless all mothers in the world and pray for all mothers in the world. Remember: our broken egg day is mother's disaster day, and our birthday is for her.

There is a model essay 6 in reading "Stars". Shouldn't we birds protected by our mothers respect our parents? From this, I think a lot: for example, in the "Holy Amethyst", I wrote: Xiang is nine years old, you can warm your seats and be filial to your loved ones. Huang Xiang was a good boy in the Han Dynasty. He was famous for his filial piety to his elders. At the age of nine, he unfortunately lost his mother and knew how to honor his father since he was a child. Whenever it's hot in summer, he fans a mat for his father to drive away mosquitoes, closes the curtains and makes his father sleep comfortably. In the cold winter, the mattress is cold, so he sleeps on his father's mattress first, warms the quilt with his body temperature, and then lets his father sleep on the warm bed. Isn't this an example for us to learn? Motherly love, like who, moistens our hearts; Father's love is like living, which warms our hearts.

Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain, while paternal love is like a lamp, guiding us. What can we do for children? The song "Grateful Heart" is well sung: Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life-let me have the courage to be myself; Grateful heart, grateful for the bloom of fate-I will cherish it. We should all honor our parents with gratitude and thank them for their efforts.

Some thoughts on reading "Stars" 7 ...

In Bing Xin's view, maternal love is boundless and great, which can be seen in the poet's past. This poem was written on a rainy day. She saw a big lotus leaf covered with a red lotus. Mother is the only reliable refuge in Bing Xin's life.

I don't know when I started, but I have a yearning for poetry in my heart. So, with a kind of idiocy peculiar to teenagers, this "fragmentary idea" was blocked. Suddenly, there is no doubt that Bing Xin is lucky as a school girl with some family background. The comfortable family life since childhood and the living environment influenced by literature for a long time make the words in Xing Chun Shui reveal the desire for an "ideal life": simple maternal love and naive childlike interest, and turn them into bits and pieces of poetry with wonderful nature. There is no flowery rhetoric, no delicate creation, and everything reveals the author's profound literary foundation from the nuances. "mom! Can you read the fragmentary articles? " These words, before, were hidden in your heart. "A large part of" Spring Stars "is about maternal love, and the harmonious colors are gradual, which makes Bing Xin always follow her mother's example. Ordinary maternal love makes Bing Xin feel that people are indeed "the only reliable refuge in life". Therefore, the praise of maternal love naturally becomes a major theme of poetry. If the praise of mother's love is a deep expression, then the praise of childhood is a monologue of another mood. After all, most of the works in Pure Water of the Stars were written by Bing Xin before he was twenty years old. At that time, it can't be said that I have completely divorced from my childhood dream, and a newly sprouted loftiness and confidence in new creatures will grow in the poem. After reading it, people know a lot about the weakness or tenacity of strangers. Therefore, I feel the vitality in truth. " I never call myself a poet ",perhaps this is one of the reasons why readers are not careful to let their thoughts reach a higher level when they enjoy literature."

The most easily overlooked thing in life is the power from the mother. When you travel without your mother to pack your backpack, when you come home thousands of miles late at night and no one gives you warm tea, when you complain with dim eyes that your mother is bothering you, when you feel that your mother has not given you more, my friend, please be sure to re-examine everything that your mother has given us! It can be said that what we have is that our mother gave us everything she could.

To our great maternal love!

With love, there is everything. After reading this famous saying of Grandma Bing Xin, I thought for a long time. ...

During the summer vacation, I read Bing Xin's Spring Water Stars. These books are essays with different themes, focusing on family love, human love and natural love. These essays are like the philosophy of love, nourishing and purifying our hearts. Reading these scattered articles gives me a refreshing and warm feeling.

Looking at it, I seem to smell a fragrance. I finished reading this book in one breath, and this sentence benefited me a lot: "The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance!" " However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. "

This impassioned text made me understand a lot. People always say: Scientists are great. They invented so many things, which brought convenience to our life. However, people can't see that their original experiments have not been taken seriously. Those contemptuous eyes and mocking words deeply hurt scientists, but left them behind. Finally, through their own persistence, they proved their own strength and told mankind that those things that are far away will eventually succeed as long as they work hard. I sincerely admire this persistent spirit and hard work. There are many books of wisdom and wisdom like this.

I think the book "Stars in Spring Water" is like a bright light, guiding our way forward and purifying our hearts. Just like the advice of experts, let us know the truth, goodness and beauty; Just like mother's exhortation, it makes us feel more cordial.

Bing Xin's deep love has warmed us for a long time, and she will live in our hearts forever.

Thoughts on Reading "Star Spring Water"

A star, shining in the sky; One night in spring, gorgeous; A river shines with pure light; A smile, echoing in the eyes.

You come from the horizon and go from your dreams; You disappear with memories, with the morning mist; You open a tearful smile on the crescent moon and quietly describe it in the depths of the universe; You casually sow the seeds of innocence and look for the fruits of your dreams in early spring; You are holding a happy flower branch, thinking about paying in the hands of fate and longing for a perfect realization; You pluck the strings of the night outside the window, swim in the deep echo, listen to the trees and wait for the moonlight; You lit the lamp in your heart, but it went out playfully; You made an appointment with an angel who spread his wings and praised the initial brilliance in the child's heart; You are sitting in a boat in the sea, and you don't know where to go; Laugh and imagine how interesting the world is! You are like dew, accompanied by cold flowers in winter; You say, red roses in the dream soul, green pine branches in the dream soul, words that can never be written in the dream soul; You watched the meteor pass by and stared at the glory of that second. This bright glance is unforgettable in the rings of years in your heart.

I just found out that you only have one name-innocence.

She is gentle and unspeakable. She is the only love in a child's soul. She, accompanied by love, resolutely took her children on an unknown journey and rushed to an ideal destination in the distance; She put aside her sadness and let the child sleep soundly in her warm arms; She looked at the wild flowers, smiling and hazy, just reading, waiting for the returning children.

Only then did I find that she had only one name-mother.

You are rippling with the waves, and the splashing waves are beating against the rocks and rotating with your heart; You spread all your feelings to the boundless sky, leaving only the surging blue waves to play the endless music of life; You asked the stone, but you didn't get the answer, but you know, that thousand times of thinking has already been done.

Interpret the truth; You face the sunset and dye everything golden; In your waves, this muddy melody has poured infinite reverie; You are carrying a fishing boat and enjoying the red light.

I just found out that you only have one name-the sea.

Some thoughts on reading Star 8. As a genre, Star and Spring Water are called "short poems" and are one of Bing Xin's famous works, which are naturally very popular. I read it every day and am deeply inspired. Among them, there are a few words: "The flower of success//People are only amazed at her bright reality//However, at the beginning, his flower buds//were soaked with tears of struggle//and filled with blood and rain of sacrifice." It inspired me a lot.

As the poet said, there are too many people who want to succeed, but they often can't persist and always give up halfway. And those who are truly successful, in fact, their process is painful, and some even pay the price of physical injury.

"But we are not afraid!" Many people shouted: "We want to succeed!" As far as I can remember, some people do make such a hullabaloo about, make noise and make trouble, and some people always say something encouraging in my ear.

Thoughts drift away gradually, recalling the past, remembering myself and others. I understand something again.

Star, everyone is equal because of being red. But few people can really understand their feelings. We only see the joy and glory of others after their success, but we don't see the inner pain and suffering. Just like the singer Jay Chou, everyone admires him, maybe because of something else. In a word, everyone wants to be the second Jay Chou. But no one knows his sad past carefully, and no one has thought about how hard he worked, how many times he failed and how much he suffered. As the saying goes: "One minute on stage, ten years off stage." You're absolutely right. The kung fu on the stage was painstakingly polished by the audience for a long time. It is with such perseverance that Jay Chou finally became a singer.

My thoughts gradually came back, and I suddenly realized: the sun is always after the storm, and how can I see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? A talent is constantly honed. There is no genius in the world, and only through our own efforts can we achieve results. Even in this process, there are bitterness, tears and bitterness, but all these are precious. It tells us-struggle in the wind and rain! Grow sturdily in the storm!

I don't know when I started watching the Stars. I have a yearning for poetry in my heart, so I read this "fragmentary thought" with the unique ignorance and madness of teenagers. It was my first contact with the book Spring Water of Stars. I am used to reading the vernacular. I feel a little uncomfortable after reading the poem at once, but I don't have a taste.

When I opened the book, the first introduction attracted me. When it comes to how Bing Xin wrote poetry, from childhood to adulthood, it fully embodies Bing Xin's talent in writing.

Her poems are mainly famous for maternal love, innocence and nature. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling." It is conceivable that Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish fantasies. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul." It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness.

Later, she went abroad to study, which has been going for many years. She described her thoughts with a pen and was eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy. After reading the stars in spring, I feel 200 words. But once there is no fantasy, then she will become more lost and disappointed. How can you miss home when you leave your hometown and your beloved mother? "The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. " The waves kept beating on the shore, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown. that

Every drop of spray touches a string that is about to break in my heart, homesick. Indeed, only mothers are good in the world, maternal love is the greatest and maternal love is the purest.

Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings. There is no hypocrisy in her poems. They are true feelings from the heart, which can touch people's hearts and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike. However, her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so sacred that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world. Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love, and I understand maternal love through Bing Xin.

At this point, my heart is surging, and I can't calm down and express my feelings.

Some Thoughts on Reading Stars Model essay 10 Paper boat comes from the poetry collection Stars in Spring by Ms. Bing Xin. This poem expresses the author's memory of his mother. This shows that Ms. Bing Xin's "mother" is boundless and boundless. Like a poem, Ms. Bing Xin also wrote it, such as: "Mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms. "

A short poem can show the poet's sincere and warm feelings and love for his mother. But that's how I know "maternal love". I have been with my mother since I was a child, and my mother nags me every day, which is annoying. I know my mother is kind to me, but I am as free as a prisoner and don't want to be bound by others. In 2008, when my sister was going to take the senior high school entrance examination, my mother discussed with my father and my mother went back to take care of my sister's life. At first, I snickered silently, thinking that I could be lawless when my mother left, but I was a little disappointed. After all, I have been with my mother for so many years. My mother left me for more than a month at most before, and I don't know how long it will take this time. Maybe I'm not used to mom's absence.

Usually when I go home every day, my mother will cook a "delicious" meal. Just eat it, and then do it after eating. Now that my mother is gone and my father is late from work, the burden of cooking falls on my shoulders. It's a good thing I practiced before, otherwise I don't know when dad will come back to cook. The only thing I do when I go home every day is cooking and sometimes washing clothes. I do all the housework at home, and I deeply appreciate my mother's hard work. On a rainy day, Ms. Bing Xin saw a big lotus leaf covered with a red lotus, so she wrote such a poem: "Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Who is the shade under my sky except you? "

I just realized the meaning of this poem: mother, in everyone's heart, is the only refuge in life.