公主新娘(The Princess Bride)英语观后感
The Princess Bride is a very well made fantasy-adventure about revenge, giants, kidnapping, and true love. It is also my favorite movie, and I'd like to tell you why.First of all, it captures a reminiscent, fantastic sweetness of character, tone, and in its message that is all but extinct today. By resorting to the simplistic morality that endeared Frank Capra's films to millions of fans, Reiner resurrected however briefly the long-forgotten art of the adventure. One that is devoid of compromised morals, conflicting motivations and questionable, misplaced heroism.The purpose and motivation of every character in The Princess Bride is pure and true, no matter how outdated the standards are that set them. When viewing this film you're instantly reminded of the swashbuckling tales of Captain Blood, The Mark of Zorro, and The Adventures of Robin Hood. The lines are drawn quite clearly between hero and villain, and heaven help whoever stands on the wrong side of that line.The focus throughout is not on the cinematography, nor the music; both of these are merely tools to heighten the tension of the situation, or intensify the loneliness and futility of it. The focus is diverted completely to the endless, illimitable determination of Westley to overcome all obstacles in the pursuit of his true love. Each character is given depth, however fleeting. Each character must be sympathized with, or scrutinized for their wickedness.There is no wasted dialogue, no wasted scenes, nor movements, nor expressions. Every word spoken and step taken further the character's fixation in the mind of the viewer, strengthening or weakening, inspiring sympathy or revulsion.The actual fantasy opens with a young Westley and Buttercup (Never mind how silly their names are, I'll get to that) growing up and falling in love on a farm, the story unfolding through the narrative of Peter Falk. It's a simple tale, boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy leaves girl to make his way in the world to support her. Unfortunately word travels back to her that he was killed by pirates, Buttercup is thrown into depression, and untimately snatched up by the Prince of the land for a wife.Buttercup doesn't love her husband, yet can't help her lot in life. Her only solace is a horseback ride she enjoys alone. It is on one of these solitary rides that our story truly begins. She encounters three men: a mischievous, despicable hunchback, played by Wallace Shawn, a Spanish swordsman without equal, played by Mandy Patenkin, and an enormous giant, played by Andre Rousimoff (known to the world as Andre the Giant).It becomes apparent early in the abduction that the only true villain among these three is the hunchback, Vizzini. The other two, Inigo and Fezzik, are merely hired help. Circumstances that are never elaborated drew the three of them together, and one can only assume that money is the explanation. It's easy to see the friendship that Inigo and Fezzik share, probably forged for the most part by the cruel jibes and bullying of Vizzini, which is comical at times despite it's sadistic nature.We discover all too soon that Westley is relentlessly following the kidnappers, and is willing and able to do anything it takes to rescue Buttercup from their clutches. Westley pursues his love across a sea and up a towering cliff that no mortal man should be capable of climbing, yet he does. He defeats all three of the assassins who kidnapped Buttercup in turn, dispatching them with frightening skill, strength, and cunning respectively. One can only wonder in awe at how this simple farmboy can so easily defeat a swordsman of such skill, a giant of such strength, and a criminal mastermind of such devious genius. Westley frees Buttercup and they disappear into the mysterious and deadly Fire Swamp, with the Prince and his men breathing down their necks.This story is framed and interjected occasionally with the narration of Peter Falk's character and the observations of his grandson, played by Fred Savage, who as the story progresses goes from nonchalant and irritating to sympathetic and excited. Savage's character does serve his purpose, which is the message and the moral of the film.Yes, the names are silly. I've wondered many times where a writer could come up with names like Buttercup and Humperdink. Fantasy can, by right, be unrealistic and still achieve it's purpose, still enthrall and enchant. The comedy of this film is one of it's greatest aspects, especially the cameos from Billy Crystal, Carol Kane, and Peter Cook. The comedy is sometimes deadpan and satirical and occasionally tongue-in-cheek, and always is very well delivered.The acting is believable, the cinematography, editing, and music all serve their purpose. The dialogue I cherish, as there are nuggets of wisdom to be found at every turn, such as Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says different is selling something.All in all, it is a very good film, and one I dearly love. It may not be a classic, but I have hopes that one day it will be. If there are enough people out there that love it as much as I do, I'm pretty confident that it'll be cherished by generations.
英文读后感，请高手纠正语法
I服了you.完全是Chinglish. 不知所云，思路不清楚，语句琐碎。
The Bride Price (revised)I have read a book named “The Bride Price”, written by Bushi Emencheta, which came out in 1976. This story indicates the traditional customs of Africa from a young girl’s ‘bride price’ . This girl was name Aku-nna, who and her younger brother were lack of careness after their father Ezekiel’s depth. And according to their customs, her father’s elder brother Okonkwo could inherite everything from her father, including her mother Ma Blackie. So they have to move from Lagos to Ibuza. Ibuza is a small village where her uncle Okonkwo lived. Okonkwo just thought about Aku-nna’s ‘bride price’——the money. Aku-nna and her brother went to school as usual but she was still worries about the education fee because no one would pay for her in the future. In her new home, she met one man whose name was Chich. He helped her and was kind to her in school. And soon afterward they fell in love, but Chich came from a slave’s family. Okoboshi, a boy in the same class with Aku-nna, hated Chich and kidnapped Aku-nna to force her to marry him. At last, Aku-nna escaped successfully from Okoboshi’s hut under the help of Chick. They went to Ughelli and began a happy life together. Chich wanted to marry and paid bride price, but Uncle Okonkwo refused to accept the hardly‘bride price’ and divorced with Ma Blackie. After that Aku-nna became sickly because of pregnant and finally she died after giving a birth to a daughter...This story happened in 1950th in Ibuze,Nigeria. The main character Aku-nna, a kind and bright girl, who lives under the bondage of traditional customs, trying to change and save herself for a whole life but at last she lost her life. She is the typically African woman who was lives in a tragic life under the local customs. The Author, Bushi Emencheta is also a female writer, came from Nigeria who witnessed many things like ‘the bride price’, slaves and so on. The Bride Price attracts much attention for the people to know more about the African culture in a short time.And in 1960 Bushi Emencheta moved to Britain and published her another book “The Joys of Motherhood”, which was also about the African social life. Here I recommend her famous bookThe Bride Price to make us know more about the culture of African.
求英文电影观后感，要用英文写，300~500词，要求从《The Princess Bride》《The Lion King》《Sleepless in
自己上网上查找电影的简介 有英文的 以前我就是这样写的
求《僵尸新娘》的英语读后感 （40个单词左右，适合初一学生的）
The Corpse Bride has narrated a story of eternal topic on human beings----love. In despite of the love from corpse bride Aimili and the happy life in the Land of the Dead had attracted youth Weite deeply, ultimately he found that there was nothing could deter him from returning to his ture love----Victoria. Finally,in order to maintain the blessedness of Weite the corpse bride sacrificed herself.From which we may see, love, is the finest emotion of human beings forever.At last,please allow me to use the most classical actor's lines in this movie to accomplish my lecture.
傲慢与偏见读后感,两篇
傲慢与偏见的读后感 傲慢与偏见的读后感一 珍.的名著,其时空背景设定在十九世纪初的英国。
书中拘谨的先生,外在的表现是傲慢的代表;而很有自己想法的女主角小姐,则演绎了偏见一词。
故事从彼此互相看不顺眼,后来透过每一次见面时的“激烈沟通”,进而发现事实和自己先入为主的观念不同。
然后男女主角终于各自改变外在的傲慢,放下偏见的执着,剧情急转直下,演变成对彼此的欣赏和爱慕。
书中一连串精彩的对白和戏剧性的情节,令我读得废寝忘食,舍不得放下书本片刻。
在人与人初认识时,第一印象往往是最深刻的。
但是我们定论对方的“第一印象”真的正确无误吗?先生因为在舞会上怠慢了小姐,导致她对他产生了偏见。
加上后来有心人士制造出来的谎言,使得女主角对的看法深信不疑。
我们有时候不也犯了跟伊莉莎白小姐同样的错误,只看得见别人眼中的刺,却看不见自己眼中的梁柱吗? 读完了这本书,我发现其实傲慢与偏见是如影随形的。
当我们对某人有了偏见,对待他的态度就会不经意的表现出傲慢。
而如果自己经常不自觉的流露傲慢的神情,则他人对我们的偏见也将随之而来。
当傲慢遇上偏见,结果就是互看不顺眼,事事唱反调,对人不对事,甚至变成为反对而反对……等等非理性状况。
频道不同的双方也很难有沟通与了解的机会。
别以为我们初中生在日常生活中就不可能出现这种情况。
举例来说,如果有转学生来我们的班级,很可能因为他对于
《乡愁》英文版
NIGHTINGALE AND ROSE She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried young Student, but in all my garden there is red rose. From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard , and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. red rose in all my garden! he cried, and beautiful eyes filled with tears. Ah, on what tle things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my made wretched. Here at last is a true lover, said the Nightingale. Night after night have I sung of , though I knew t: night after night have I told story to the stars and now I see him. hair is dark as the hyacinth()-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow. The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night, murmured the young student, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break. Here, indeed, is the true lover, said the Nightingale. What I sing of, he suffers: what is to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (), and dearer than fine opals (). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. The musicians will sit in their gallery, said the young Student, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her: and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. Why is he weeping? asked a tle Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. Why, indeed? whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. He is weeping for a red rose, said the Nightingale. For a red rose? they cried: how very ridiculous! and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are white, it answered; as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are yellow, it answered; as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are red, it answered, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. One red rose is all I want, cried the Nightingale, only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it? There is a way, answered the Tree; but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you. Tell it to me, said the Nightingale, I am not afraid. If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into me veins, and become mine. Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale, and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense. The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books. But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches. Sing me one last song, he whispered; I shall feel lonely when you are gone. So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket. She had form, her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good! And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her. She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose. And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvelous rose became crimson (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart. But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea. Look, look! cried the Tree, the rose is finished now; but the Nightingale made not answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart. And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out. Why, what a wonderful piece of luck! He cried; here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name; and he leaned down and plucked it. Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand. The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet. You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose, cried the Student. Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you. But he girl frowned. I am afraid it will not go with my dress, she answered; and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers. Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful, said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it. Ungrateful! said the girl. I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has; and she got up from her chair and went into the house. What a silly thing Love is! said the Student as he walked away. It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学). So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
典范英语第六辑幽灵船的读后感，可以中文，紧急求助
书柜里的一本【幽灵船】很吸引我，我颤抖的手一页一页的翻起来。
故事生动的描述了雷娜自童年起，她就对爸爸餐厅里的“风新娘雕像”有一种特殊的感觉，她断定那双眼睛里隐藏着一个无人知晓的秘密。
果然有一天深夜，她从那双眼睛里望见了“风新娘”号帆船的桅杆上竟然吊着个人
雷娜在自家的旧箱子里翻到一本航海日志，是很久以前有人在海边捡到的，但被防水布包裹的纸张，有的地方已经喑湿。
那上面记载着“风新娘”号上的异常惨烈的械斗，在这场争斗中，船上的所有船员都失去了生命。
一系列奇怪的事情把雷娜吓坏了，她和她的朋友菲利克斯决定追踪，解开这个秘密。
她们决定去船上冒险……我仿佛也跟着雷娜去了幽灵船，感受到了那里的恐怖气氛。
尽管那里很恐怖，但是我被雷娜的勇敢聪慧感染了，我要向她学习。
A [phantom boat] in the bookcase attracted me, and my trembling hand was turned page by page. The story vividly depicts that Lena has a special sense of the wind bride statue in her father's restaurant since childhood. She concluded that there was an unknown secret in those eyes. But one night, at night, she saw from the eyes of the masts of the wind bride sailing on the mast.Lena turn to a log in their old box, long ago someone found on the beach, but is waterproof cloth wrapped in paper, some places have dark wet. The above record wind bride on the fierce fighting, in this battle, the crew of the ship were lost their lives. A series of strange things frightened Rena, and she and her friend Felix decided to follow the secret. They decided to go on a boat adventure...I also seemed to follow Lena to the ghost boat, and I felt the atmosphere of terror. Although it was terrible, I was infected by Rena's courage and intelligence, and I was going to learn from her.两个版本，希望能帮到您，么么哒
