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.

读英语书的读后感篇2

i read moby dick. adventure is from the hero of this story, ishmael walked into the dquo hotel; whale ” at the moment, he came to a ship named dquo ” colonial struggle; ships, so ishmael was on board a small handyman. “ dquo the captain of the colonial struggle; — — captain ahab. it is a ghost. ---- moby dick, the white whale bitten off their legs and hearts full of hatred, and vowed to retaliate in the white whale, everyone is happy for their own lives after the beginning of this dangerous journey.

it was not a good thing to fight against the white whale, but they lost at last, and the only escape was ishmael, who was rescued by another ship. the white whale was blinded by captain ahab's eye.

from first to last, i always think captain ahab is a crazy man in the middle, they came for the white whale, has gained a lot of oil, can sell a lot of money, but the captain was to own the “ persist in wilfully and arbitrarily, kill whale ” dream broken gave the whole ship lives if i were her, i will give up, will not continue to hunt for the whales. although he is a crazy man, i am impressed by his persistent pursuit of his dream.

on the way in the pursuit of the whale, riding his old friend's son was missing, so the captain is very anxious, hope the colonial struggle with his fellow ship for a period of time, to help him find his son, but captain ahab shook his head, said: no, i want to continue to “ ” then i hunt moby dick! just know, why not go to the original captain ahab is because he wants to quickly find the whale, and kill it, so as to avoid more victims. as you can see from here, captain ahab could see things from a distance, but his dream was not realized, and he was hanged by a whaling rope.

feel very thrilling, the plot twists and turns, thrilling, p, reading this book, i also know that only with a sincere and selfless heart to treat their own good friend, will be a most precious wealth of — — friendship! only unity and cooperation can do better.

读英语书的读后感篇3

my favorite book my favorite book is wrote by antoine de saint-exupery. i still remember the first time i read the book, i was like in a fantastic world. the little prince is a boy who has an angelical heart, his life is also very simple-a small planet which is full of flowers and monkey bread tree seedlings. the little prince is always depressed, and when he was sad, he would sit on a chair and see the sunset. he even see forty-three times sunset in a day to make himself feel better. his life turned to a new appearance when a beautiful rose came out. she is a flower with proud, when her lie was exposed by the little prince, she felt embarrassed. the small misunderstanding between them made the little prince determined to leave the planet he lived on. on his all-alone journey, the little prince meets different kinds of people, which includes a king, a conceited man, a tippler, a businessman, a lamplighter and a geographer. from these people he gets a conclusion that the grown-ups are very odd. following the instruction of the geographer, he descends in the sahara, on the earth.

读英语书的读后感篇4

accidentally, i found a collection of stories by maupassant on the bookshelf, and finished reading one of the short stories "the necklace" with a relaxed attitude of killing time.

"the necklace" is about the wife mathilde of the ministry of education staff luerse. in order to attend the party held by the minister of education, she used the 400 francs her husband was going to buy the shotgun to buy clothes, and borrowed a necklace from her girlfriend. at the party, her beauty was so outstanding that all the male guests looked at her with fascination. she felt satisfied with this as a "success". when she got home, she took off her clothes to find that the necklace was missing. the couple was shocked and had to compensate for the loss. finally, they bought an identical diamond necklace worth 36,000 francs in the jewelry store and gave it to their girlfriend. it took the couple 10 years to pay off the debt.

the climax of the story comes at the end, ten years later, when mathilde meets her girlfriend and learns that the necklace she lent her is a fake.

after reading the whole story, my first feeling is inconceivable, fate is really a trick on people, life is really unpredictable!

mathilde quietly determined to choose a full of thorns of the road of life, through the wind, through the rain, through yesterday, through today, through tomorrow. she changed, poor life temper, not only changed her appearance, more important is to change her spirit. hard work and life pulled her unrealistic fantasy from the clouds back to the solid ground, and now there was a new mathilde.

although mathilde is unfortunate, her misfortune is that she cant get what she wants and increase her annoyance in vain, at the same time, she is lucky, the cruel reality makes her sober.

after reading this novel, i feel that life is not a fantasy in the clouds, but more down-to-earth step by step.

读英语书的读后感篇5

orphans are children who have no parents, so they live in orphanages. today, lets take a look at a book about orphans - oliver twist. the protagonist of this book is a poor orphan. his name is oliver. his mother died as soon as he was born, so he was taken to the orphanage. but that orphanage is not a good place, because the director there is very bad to the orphans, the orphans hate him. the supervisor also apprenticed olivier to the coffin shop. in the coffin shop, olifi was abused, so he fled to london. as a result, he was brought into the den by the thief "smart ghost" and was forced to embark on the ship. fortunately, with the help of mr. brownlow and miss ruth, olife successfully escaped from fagin and others, and let the police turn over the den. menx also tells about the life experience of olifi: menx and olifi are actually half brothers. however, olifis father had passed away, and his property was divided between his two sons. since then, olivier has lived with mr. brownlow······

the author dickens wrote "oliver twist" wonderfully, and the plot is also very dangerous, so it attracts the readers at once, and makes the readers mood change with the plot of the story.

there is always a dark side to life. however, the light will always prevail over the dark, there will be countless "mr. brownlow" and "miss ruth" to help those in trouble. i also want to learn from them: try my best to help others, and always have a good heart.

读英语书的读后感篇6

最初的年少轻狂，到如今的内敛静默;从独自生活的凌乱，到如今能把自己照顾的很好;从最初的恋恋不舍，到如今的彻底遗忘;从爱的奋不顾身，爱到如今的小心翼翼。时间是剂药，愿在这疗程里，我们都会慢慢变成另一个人。只愿痊愈后，我们不会变成最初自己厌恶的模样。

时间

时光易逝，我们留不住年华。容颜易老，我们留不住年少。

“然而，不幸的是，我不能透过箱子看到里面的绵羊。我也许有些像大人们了。想必是老了。”书中这么说道。

时光的匆匆，岁月的无情，它是耳畔的风，呼啸而过，你不再是那个画绘画一号的孩子，不是那个埋怨着大人们只在意物理化的想法，而是变大人口中的骄傲，只懂得政治，数学得孩子了，或者，你已经不叫孩子了。常常看着沙漏得沙子一点一点减少，就想着，是不是我的人生也在这样减短。在这样得流年中，我们是否还可执着自己执念。

一个人得星球

“大人们真怪”

“大人们肯定是怪怪的”

“大人们肯定都失常了”

一个星球一个人。那是一个只属于自己的星球。在那个星球上，你可抛掉一切包袱，放声哭，放声笑。你可以朝着你的梦想勇往直前，可以执着别人不认同的执着，有着你的坚持，有着你的方向。为自己活得出色，活得精彩。

“心若没有了方向，到哪都是流浪。”

成长

未来的我们，是否都带着大人的符号?

“没有一个大人能明白此事有如此的重要!对我来说，这才是最美丽，最让人伤感的景色，它和前那幅画是同一个景色。”

的确。

没有任何一个大人可以明白孩子们的心思。可大人，又是我们成长的路上不可缺少的。

在成长的路途上，是一片迷茫一片漆黑。父母就像是一盏明灯，指引你向前，朋友似是满天繁星，虽微不起眼，可仍然能为你尽自己一份力。在成长的道路上，有些大人们给我们灌输的思想，好似一双巨大的双手遮住我们的双眼，带我去往厌恶的道路。