读完一本书后，我们应该总结自己在阅读过程中的收获和感受，写一篇读后感，读后感是我对书中冲突和困境的思考和反思，以下是淘一范文网小编精心为您推荐的英语读后感最新5篇，供大家参考。
英语读后感篇1
简﹒爱最终获得了她的幸福和欢乐。
翻过了书的最终一页，我感到一阵释怀，我喜欢这样的结局。她将夏日的阳光带到罗切斯特先生脸上的时候，我的心也顿时明媚了。
她的无时不飘扬在生活中的动人气质和人格已不知不觉地渐渐在我的脑海中沉淀——
当罗切斯特先生一颗心在试图向她靠近时，简谨慎地躲开了，她一向以来独自开辟新生活的孤独和无助使她格外担心受到伤害，这却恰恰给她带来多一分优雅，少一分轻浮；她告诉罗切斯特先生什么是给一个教师最好的礼物，和那些出身高贵、傲慢又势利的太太小姐们比起来，简﹒爱自尊又不失礼貌的言行，真诚朴素的内心，善良又大方的品质得到了罗切斯特先生的欣赏；为了尊严，她勇敢地诀别，流浪的生活更无疑是雪上加霜，可是她坚韧、无私、勤奋地工作使她在乏味的生活中找寻到了宁静和欢乐……
是什么样的生命元素造就了她善良、坚韧的人格魅力？
看看她童年的生活吧。若只是轻描淡写地说她是孤儿，就已经很让人为她心生怜爱了，然而，就连她祈求融入舅妈亲情的圈子，得到一点微薄关爱的愿望也被命运无情地拒绝了。我还记得还是个小孩子的简倔强又哀怨的声音在低诉：“我今年10岁了，然而从我记事开始，我的生命宛如风雪中的一茎弱草，任人欺凌，却不曾折断。”应对欺侮，简奋起反抗，她的反抗却遭到了更大的迫害，她应当反抗吗？她那脆弱无助而又不屈的心在向我倾诉：“我本想对人友善，也想得到别人的关爱，为什么生活让我拿起刀枪，去四处拼杀。”在严苛的洛伍德学校，恶劣的条件和无理的责备又给她的`新生活蒙上了灰色，她表现出了一个孩子最真实的苦楚——他没有勇气独立承受孤独和这个世界上的风雨。
然而，生活的艰难磨砺了她的羽翼，不幸没有将她变得像海伦一样学会忍受，而是使她更加坚强地应对生活。她不相信海伦走到生命尽头时在她怀里描绘的彼岸世界，她承受着命运带给她的苦难，却丝毫没有减损她对生命的热爱。她向往淳朴的自然，她渴求知识，追求丰富的精神世界，追求完美的新生活。这就是她的性格，她的内心，她对世界的看法，她对自由的向往，她的反抗，她的尊严，她的爱和她的悲凉。
这一切都让我不再疑惑她的倔强和坚韧从何而来。
英语读后感篇2
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.
英语读后感篇3
the cop and the anthem
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on his bench in madison square soapy moved uneasily, and when soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near.
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.
英语读后感篇4
12点到现在的1点50，我看完了我的偶像考拉小巫的英语学习日记。上大学到现在，还从来没有一本书让我读的这么快，但是考拉小巫的书的的确确吸引了我，影响了我。
我应该要有梦想，这个梦想应该深深扎根于我的心中。的确，高中的我确实没有做好，大学没有像很多同学一样，进入名牌大学。但是，正像考拉小巫所说的，我应该从现在开始，就是现在，明晰自己的目标，并为此不断的奋斗。如果我现在还是不行动，就永远不会行动。所以，我的梦想，出国，应该深深的存在于我的脑海，永不磨灭。现在就是为她奋斗的时候。
前几天哥哥打电话，向我问了下英语学习的东西，他都有清晰的英语学习计划，只是为了一个更好的前景，早知道，他现在工作多年，已经很不错了。所以，我更应该努力，生命不熄，奋斗不止。
我要努力，要加油。今天很残酷，明天更残酷后天很美好。但是绝大多数人都死在了明天晚上。努力奋斗吧，不要让梦想埋没在明天晚上！！！
英语读后感篇5
周一的时候，老师发了一篇文章让我们写读后感。我第一眼看到这篇文章就感到很惊讶，正如文章所说，我们从小学——有的甚至从幼儿园，到初中一直在学英语，考英语。以后上高中，考大学，读研究生，甚至工作了以后还要不断地学英语，考英语。爸爸妈妈也常对我说：“如果你英语不好，不论做什么都将拖你的后腿，要想有更好的生活，更高的社会地位，就必须熟练掌握外语。”记得在小学的时候英语老师就告诉我们：“要是你的英语特别好的话，出国进修或者工作的机会就比别人多，所以英语一定要学好。”
汉语的使用人数众多，特别是随着中国的和平崛起，经济发展，国力强盛，民族自信心和自豪感增强，其影响力也日益广泛，学汉语的人也越来越多了。全球各地的汉语学校也逐渐建立起来，对外国人进行汉语教学，汉语水平考试近年来人数也不断增加。但是我们要注意到，这些外国人在学习汉语时，比起我们发奋学习英语来说真的是微不足道了。
我们的母语是汉语，学好它是天经地义的事情，也是必须要掌握的，但是现在很多中国人的汉语水平实在不敢恭维，随便找份报纸，上面就有错别字，或者语句不通，这种情况真是太多了。
我相信我以后一定会学好汉语和英语的。
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