Reading notes, to be famous, about 400 words

Genre: Romance like poetry**. I think this is the shortest book I've ever read, only about 100,000 words.

Very exquisite. An epistolary style**. Each one is a poem or a proverb.

The young Werther falls in love with a girl, Green, and is tormented by the sweetness and torment of love. After Greenty marries someone else (Werther's best friend), Werther feels that he is incompatible with the hypocritical feudal society of the time, and finally feels that life is hopeless. He committed suicide.

I feel sorry for Werther's death, and I feel that he was so pure and healthy, and had an incomparably good heart. But he was born at the wrong time, and if he lived, he could only succumb to ......Love and career are all frustrated, so they despair.

Because readers can't accept Werther's death, there are many similar spoofs after the book, such as "The Joy of Young Werther", which writes that Werther is a fake suicide, which touches Green, and the two grow old together (what a thing, no theme at all).

I've always felt that Werther didn't die on love. Werther's death was largely determined by his character, he was pure in heart and as clean as a drop of water. Such a person will not be able to integrate into this filthy society after all, perhaps this is inevitable.

I couldn't put down the book "How Steel is Made", and how admirable Paul Kochakin's tenacious character was! If you read this book, you will understand that people with steel qualities are people with a "capital letter".

Paul's life was very difficult, and he insisted on writing books even though he was blind, and he did not care about himself. In the book, it is written: How disheartening and disappointing he was that the manuscript he had worked so hard to write was lost, but he regained his strength and completed the masterpiece with tenacious perseverance.

There is a famous quote in the book: "Human life is the most precious." When he looks back, he should not regret ...... for doing nothing.

Paul can be described as the embodiment of the strong.

Compared to Paul, think about yourself, and feel a burst of heat on your face. I remember that on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year, every household was immersed in the festive atmosphere, but my house was very deserted. Dad was busy with work and traveling, and Mom was bedridden due to illness.

Listening to the sound of children playing outside, my tears swirled in my eyes, and tears fell in a moment. When my mother saw me crying, she pointed to the book on the bedside and said, "Xuanxuan, have you finished reading the book "How Steel is Made"?

I flipped through the book again, and Paul's image came back to mind. Yes, I should be a strong man! I should share my family's worries and decide to cook.

My mother smiled and grabbed my hand tightly and said, "You are really a man in our family!" "I pointed to the book 'How Steel is Made' and said:

It taught me! ”

Whenever I retreat when I encounter difficulties, whenever I cry when I am frustrated, I think of Paul's tall figure, trying to make himself a real piece of steel!

Reading "Destiny" has a feeling.

A while ago, I bought a book in the book city, called "Dripping Water Hidden Sea", which contains 300 classic philosophical stories. Now I'm going to savor a little story called "Destiny".

"Destiny" is about the fate of a child, one is divined by a monk as a "champion", and the other is a "beggar". Twenty years later, the original "champion" became a beggar, and the "beggar" became the "champion".

God said, "The talent that I have given to each man is one-third of his destiny, and the rest is how he grasps it." ”

After reading this passage, I was very moved. Grasp, grasp destiny, what a simple word, but how many people really grasp their own destiny? You don't have to complain about your talent, let alone your fate, because fate is in your own hands, and you can change it at any time!

As long as you want.

Reading "Farewell**" has a feeling.

A person who has said goodbye to ** is either a prisoner of the enemy or a prisoner of love. It's not that I'm not bad at self-preservation, I'm really a person who gives up self-preservation. Just like the database of life, you don't need a password to enter, you can open all programs at any time, and you can read all files.

By captivity, I mean captives in this sense. When I put myself in the sun, I knew that there could be no disguise, and that the thought of the days of seclusion was unsettling. When I realized the helplessness of resisting, how much time was irretrievable, and how many memories gradually faded out of my heart.

At the end of the day, a captive is a person who cannot resist harm, that is, if he has the courage to give up hope, he must bear the full pressure of survival. Originally, in the space that belongs to the individual, you can indulge in the fantasy of your own, and you can bloom virtual flowers from the dust. And a person who gives up self-protection can't even deceive himself, only constantly purify his inner world.

The dream of the wolf king, the education of love, and simplicity.