The excerpt is 300 words plus the feeling after reading, and the feeling after reading and the artic

--Reading "Robinson Crusoe".

Defoe's "Robinson Crusoe" describes the legendary story of the protagonist drifting on the island, overcoming difficulties, and working hard. Written in a real and natural way, full of legends. The protagonist grows crops on an isolated island, builds a wooden house, endures a lot of hardships, and survives.

But his desire to return to the world fascinated him with only thinking about how to get out of this hellish place, but he failed, and finally returned to England in 1868 after a 28-year absence.

Turn the first page of the book:"I would like to dedicate this book to those teenagers who rely on their parents and school everywhere. "When I read this sentence from the title page, I felt an inexplicable disgust with the book.

Self-willed, squeamish, dependent, and poor hands-on ability are indeed the shortcomings of most of us. But we are not willing to admit this, don't we also want to do better? But why, the people around us always have to put this on us"Hats"This?

When I solemnly turned the last page and read this story with its twists and turns, I think I was really shocked, it was a kind of spiritual shock. Question marks haunt me, if I were Robinson......

If I were him, when the ship was wrecked in a storm, would I continue to sail without bowing to fate, as he did? No, if I had a choice, I wouldn't accept a life full of difficulties and frustrations because I didn't have that self-confidence.

If I were him, when I was alone on a desert island, calling the heavens and the earth to be ineffective, would I be like him and would not give up on myself and rekindle the hope of life? No, in the face of a sudden disaster, I can't be like him and actively save myself, because I don't have that ability.

If I were him, would I have stood up as bravely as he did when I saw the wild men feasting with their own kind, and fought with only one assistant? No, I'd rather stay away and pray that they never find me, because I don't have that guts.

I have to admit my weakness and incompetence. From croaking to carrying a schoolbag, parents and school have paved the way for us to grow. I walked on this smooth road year after year with peace of mind, without setbacks, without wind and waves, and I still complained about this and that all day long.

In fact, I have not chewed the bitterness of life at all, I am happy. However, in my happiness, I didn't realize that it was a great joy to be fed and clothed, to go to school with my schoolbag on my back, to receive the love of my family every day, and to receive the attention of society.

Find it for yourself and it will improve your writing. If you steal the results from the efforts of others, you are far from the deep feeling you get after your own efforts.

Excerpt: The swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone? - Someone stole them

Who's that? Where is it hidden? They fled on their own

Now it's time again?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are becoming empty. Silently reckoning, more than eight thousand days have slipped out of my hands; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

After reading: Time is silently and silently slipping away from us, what are we doing? What's the catch? When we look back on all this, we can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

I am a child who does not cherish time, but from reading Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", I realized that only by cherishing every minute and second of time can I become the master of time, not a slave of time. I think I listened carefully during the lesson, so that I could make the most of the 40 minutes of each session. After school, I finish my homework carefully and speed up my movements! I became the master of time.

So from now on, I want to cherish time and be the master of time!

Time is unforgiving, no matter how capable people can't keep time, so, if you want to make your life more exciting, then we can only seize every minute from now on, study hard, don't be a slave of time! When we are old, we will not regret that we have gone in vain in this world.

Life is like tea.

Drinking tea is a state of mind, feeling that the body and mind are purified, filtering out impetuousness, and precipitating deep thought. Tea is a mood, a kind of silence that wants to talk; a kind of sorrow that wants to laugh and laugh; A kind of "a thousand red cups, ten thousand Yan with the kiln" after the excitement of loneliness.

Tea is a collection of spring memories, and when you drink tea in any season, you can feel the lazy sunshine of spring. Sitting in a person's room, pouring a cup of tea, and watching the roll of tea leaves often give birth to a lot of feelings: tea has to be boiled before it has a strong fragrance, and life can only be calm after tempering.

No matter who you are, if you can't stand the warmth and coldness of the world, the ups and downs, I'm afraid you won't be able to taste the fragrance of life. When you look at that tea, when you first rush into the water, you are tumbling back and forth in the water, isn't it like us who are new to the world? Hit walls everywhere and bruises all over his body.

If so, I love to drink tea. Although I still don't dare to call it "taste" and only call it "drink", but I have also gone from only drinking the bitterness of tea to "smelling" the fragrance of tea, and now it has reached the point where it is impossible to go without tea for a day.

The days without tea really feel bland and tasteless.

For me, I like to make a cup of tea on a lonely rainy night, sit alone in front of the window, watch the fallen leaves drift, listen to the rain knock on the window lattice, in the thick tea mist, in the faint fragrance of tea, taste the clear and shallow bitterness, and think about the thick and light ...... of the heart

Gently shake the teacup in your hand, look at the pale green tea or needles or slices, up and down, clustered, ups and downs, changing different positions, trying to find a best balance point for yourself. I was anxious and often couldn't wait for the tea to brew, so I blew the mouth of the cup lightly, driving the rippling tea vortex, watching the tea leaves gather and scatter, helplessly separated. Take a sip of tea, and let the shallow bitterness ripple between the tongue, filling the teeth and throat.

After that, take a deep breath, the lingering fragrance fills your lips, spreading in your lungs, washing away all the tiredness and indifference. People seem to be drunk, hazy, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.

It is night, the tea fragrance is full of room, the tea in the cup changes from light to thick, ups and downs, gathers and scatters, and slowly realizes in the bitter and fragrant fragrance: life is also like tea.

The torrent of life is like a graceful melody in a cadenza movement, and only listening to the heart can bring me the most romantic enjoyment. Looking back on the past, perhaps the thought-like memories are gone, but there must be a melody, like a reef stirring up waves, so that the depths of the soul ripple with his aftermath for a long time, this is the song of life. Every time I read this text, it is an epiphany, a resonance, and the power that can be understood even without saying it is accumulating.

If the wind hadn't passed through the thorns, and if the rain hadn't said goodbye to the clouds, how could we talk about the ups and downs of it, all the way? One day, you will let the flower of life bloom all over the cliffs that you have walked through the wind and rain, and I will silently bless you at that time.