背 影
朱自清
我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子。我从北京到徐州，打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼藉的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。父亲说：“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路!”
回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空;又借钱办了丧事。这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半为了丧事，一半为了父亲赋闲。丧事完毕，父亲要到南京谋事，我也要回北京念书，我们便同行。
到南京时，有朋友约去游逛，勾留了一日;第二日上午便须渡江到浦口，下午上车北去。父亲因为事忙，本已说定不送我，叫旅馆里一个熟识的茶房陪我同去。他再三嘱咐茶房，甚是仔细。但他终于不放心，怕茶房不妥帖;颇踌躇了一会。其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有什么要紧的了。他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。我两三劝他不必去;他只说，“不要紧，他们去不好!”
我们过了江，进了车站。我买票，他忙着照看行李。行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费才可过去。他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可，但他终于讲定了价钱;就送我上车。他给我拣定了靠车门的一张椅子;我将他给我做的紫毛大衣铺好坐位。他嘱我路上小心，夜里警醒些，不要受凉。又嘱托茶房好好照应我。我心里暗笑他的`迂;他们只认得钱，托他们只是白托!而且我这样大年纪的人，难道还不能料理自己么?唉，我现在想想，那时真是太聪明了!
我说道，“爸爸，你走吧。”他望车外看了看说：“我买几个橘子去。你就在此地，不要走动。”我看那边月台的栅栏外有几个卖东西的等着顾客。走到那边月台，须穿过铁道，须跳下去又爬上去。父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚地走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边月台，就不容易了。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩;他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的背影，我的泪很快地流下来了。我赶紧拭干了泪。怕他看见，也怕别人看见。我再向外看时，他已抱了朱红的橘子往回走了。过铁道时，他先将橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到这边时，我赶紧去搀他。他和我走到车上，将橘子一股脑儿放在我的皮大衣上。于是扑扑衣上的泥土，心里很轻松似的。过一会说：“我走了，到那边来信!”我望着他走出去。他走了几步，回过头看见我，说：“进去吧，里边没人。”等他的背影混入来来往往的人里，再找不着了，我便进来坐下，我的眼泪又来了。
近几年来，父亲和我都是东奔西走，家中光景是一日不如一日。他少年出外谋生，独力支持，做了许多大事。哪知老境却如此颓唐!他触目伤怀，自然情不能自已。情郁于中，自然要发之于外;家庭琐屑便往往触他之怒。他待我渐渐不同往日。但最近两年的不见，他终于忘却我的不好，只是惦记着我，惦记着我的儿子。我北来后，他写了一信给我，信中说道：“我身体平安，惟膀子疼痛厉害，举箸提笔，诸多不便，大约大去之期不远矣。”我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的、青布棉袍黑布马褂的背影。唉!我不知何时再能与他相见!
背影 - 朱自清:Zhu Ziqing's 'Seeing Father From the Back'
Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948), writes about the appreciation of a father. He is a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province.
It is more than two years since I saw my father last time, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. In the winter of more than two years ago, Grandma died and father lost his job. Misfortunes never come singly. I left Beijing for xvzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xvzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, “that things have come to such a pass, now not be too sad .Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out."
After arriving home in Yang Zhou, father sold out all the fortunate in order to pay off the debts. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.
I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said,” never mind! It won't be comfortable for them to go there!"
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart-aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I put on the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had tailor-made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical; for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said,"dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of the window and said,” I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don't move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth ling gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while,” I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, "Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone." I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
In recent years, I have been living an unsettled life, so did my father, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to make a life when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age ~the discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even more domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life." Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, I'm not sure when I could see him again!
《背影》是朱自清散文作品中的最有亲情味的散文，写于1925年。下面我们为大家带来英文版朱自清《背影》，仅供参考，希望能够帮到大家。
英文版朱自清《背影》
It is more than two years since I last saw father, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. Misfortunes never come singly. In the winter of more than two years ago, grandma died and father lost his job. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma’s funeral. When I met father in Xuzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the though of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks.
Father said, “Now that things’ve come to such a pass, it’s no use crying. Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out.”
After arriving home in Yangzhou, father paid off debts by selling or pawning things. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma’s funeral and father’s unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.
I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtse River to Pukou the next morning and thence taking a train for Beijing on the afternoon of the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then twenty and had already travelled on Beijing-Pukou Railway a couple of times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said, “Never mind! It won’t do to trust guys like those hotel boys!”
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and was on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I spread on the seat the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had got tailor made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical, for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said, “Dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of window and said, “I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don’t move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands.
In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while, “I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, “Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone.” I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
In recent years, both father and I have been living an unsettled life, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to seek a livelihood when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age! The discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even mere domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says. “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won’t be long now before I depart this life.” Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father’s corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, how I long to see him again.
拓展阅读：《背影》原文
我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影 。
那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子。我从北京到徐州打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼籍的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。父亲说：“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路!”
回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空;又借钱办了丧事。这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半因为丧事，一半因为父亲赋闲。丧事完毕，父亲要到南京谋事，我也要回北京念书，我们便同行。
到南京时，有朋友约去游逛，勾留了一日;第二日上午便须渡江到浦口，下午上车北去。父亲因为事忙，本已说定不送我，叫旅馆里一个熟识的茶房陪我同去。他再三嘱咐茶房，甚是仔细。但他终于不放心，怕茶房不妥帖;颇踌躇了一会。其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有什么要紧的了。他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。我两三回劝他不必去;他只说：“不要紧，他们去不好!”
我们过了江，进了车站。我买票，他忙着照看行李。行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费才可过去。他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可，但他终于讲定了价钱;就送我上车。他给我拣定了靠车门的一张椅子;我将他给我做的紫毛大衣铺好座位。他嘱我路上小心，夜里要警醒些，不要受凉。又嘱托茶房好好照应我。我心里暗笑他的迂;他们只认得钱，托他们只是白托!而且我这样大年纪的人，难道还不能料理自己么?唉，我现在想想，那时真是太聪明了!
我说道：“爸爸，你走吧。”他望车外看了看说：“我买几个橘子去。你就在此地，不要走动。”我看那边月台的栅栏外有几个卖东西的等着顾客。走到那边月台，须穿过铁道，须跳下去又爬上去。父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚地走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边月台，就不容易了。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩;他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的.背影，我的泪很快地流下来了。我赶紧拭干了泪。怕他看见，也怕别人看见。我再向外看时，他已抱了朱红的橘子往回走了。过铁道时，他先将橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到这边时，我赶紧去搀他。他和我走到车上，将橘子一股脑儿放在我的皮大衣上。于是扑扑衣上的泥土，心里很轻松似的。过一会儿说：“我走了，到那边来信!”我望着他走出去。他走了几步，回过头看见我，说：“进去吧，里边没人。”等他的背影混入来来往往的人里，再找不着了，我便进来坐了，我的眼泪又来了。
近几年来，父亲和我都是东奔西走，家中光景是一日不如一日。他少年出外谋生，独立支持，做了许多大事。哪知老境却如此颓唐!他触目伤怀，自然情不能自已。情郁于中，自然要发之于外;家庭琐屑便往往触他之怒。他待我渐渐不同往日。但最近两年不见，他终于忘却我的不好，只是惦记着我，惦记着我的儿子。我北来后，他写了一信给我，信中说道：“我身体平安，唯膀子疼痛厉害，举箸提笔，诸多不便，大约大去之期不远矣。”我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的、青布棉袍黑布马褂的背影。唉!我不知何时再能与他相见!
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朱自清《背影》读后感 篇1
慈母手中线，游子身上衣。临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。歌吟母亲的诗文很多，相比之下，赞颂父亲的篇章却是很少。慈母严父像是一个定理模式，多年不变。在治理教育下一代时大多数是母亲唱红脸，父亲唱黑脸。母爱如水，润物细无声，像杨柳风，吹面不寒。父爱像山，巍峨稳重，像树遮风挡雨却寡言少语。
而在背影中，朱自清先生撇开一切模式，用自然朴素的文字展现了一个在生活中常见但却轻易被人忽视的一个小细节，从背影处着手将父与子的情感描写的感人肺腑。从小的出口喷薄出滚烫情感总是能让人心神激荡。朱自清先生将情感通过买橘子这一小事而展现出来，有父亲对儿子的关心怜爱，却不知道如何表达，只是执意要为儿子买些橘子在路上解渴。有儿子对父亲的爱惜与心疼，看着父亲臃肿的身体穿越月台时的艰难而掩面抹泪。有时爱真的会让语言变得苍白无力，变得无力承载爱的重量。
文中的背影，几乎每个人都曾目送过，可那样的情感，只有经过多年岁月的洗礼懂得人世艰辛的人才更能体会。艰难的举动，臃肿的背影，不仅模糊了儿子的眼，也让读者的胸口发闷，像一个人抽闷烟时，看着渐渐缠绕上升的烟时一样陷入了苦闷的发呆中。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇2
秋雨连绵，而我，便喜欢独自坐在书桌前，听着窗外似有若无的雨声，手捧一本《朱自清散文集》，细细品味。已记不清是多少次再读《背影》。中学时的我并不能体味其中深意。如今，我已日渐成长，书中父亲提着橘蹒跚的背影，已定格在我的脑海里，像一根敏感的琴弦，一经拨动，便会引发我无限的感慨。
在中国几千年的浩瀚文海中，歌颂父母的文章不计其数，而《背影》却是最让我感动的一篇。也许就在于作者用普通人的眼睛去发现普通的父亲一个最普通不过的动作。而这恰恰触碰到了我心里某个最敏感的部分，让我想起我的父母，细腻的情感绵绵不绝，汇集成一条温柔的小溪，在我心中缓缓流过。
我敬佩和羡慕那些作家或擅于写作的人，可以把对父母的情感通过笔尖，自然而然地流泻于纸上，读来总能带动读者的心灵随之跃动，让心灵深处的情感也随之点燃，继而蔓延，情到深处，禁不住泪眼模糊，就像《背影》带给我们的感动。
于是我情不自禁地想到我的父母。想着虽然生活艰辛，但他们却乐观幸福的笑容;想起我放假回家，母亲见我时孩童般的喜悦;想到他们冬日里依然在凛冽的寒风中，守着收入微薄的小摊，任冷风吹痛了脸颊的身影;想起他们日渐加深的皱纹、愈加清晰的白发。真的，想到此处，我便忍不住泪眼濛濛。
平凡的父母给了我不平凡的。我有一个很简单的愿望：早日让父母卸下沉重的担，安享晚年的幸福。我只有尽我的努力让他们过得更好，因为我知道，父母，都是无私而伟大的。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇3
《背影》塑造了一位家境突变，贫寒了的父亲，虽年事已高、行动不变，父亲却执意要将儿子送到火车站，“嘱咐路上小心，夜里警醒些，不要受凉”。作者当时还笑话父亲有些迂，唠唠叨叨的，就像对小孩子一样。可读到这情节，我深深感受到了父亲对儿子的牵挂和爱，无论儿子多大，在父亲眼中都是永远不放心的孩子;无论儿子走多远，父亲的心都永远牵挂着儿子，这，就是父爱。
父亲趁着等车的时间，执意要为儿子买些橘子带着。“蹒跚的走到铁道边，慢慢的探身下去。他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。”读到这里，我的眼泪夺眶而出。年迈的父亲虽然家道中落，却凭着顽强的信念，支撑着支离破碎的家庭，支持儿子为了理想而奋斗。橘子虽然不值钱，但却是一位父亲对儿子无言的爱，这种爱看似平淡无奇，却胜似千言万语。
翻越铁道，对于年迈的父亲来说，是困难的、费力的。但当他把橘子放在儿子面前的时候，他却一下子变得轻松了。这不禁让我想起了自己的父亲来。一次，我到朋友家去玩，天黑的时候下起雨来。父亲打来电话，说要带着雨衣到朋友家来接我。而我，感觉自己长大了，再让父亲来接多丢人，于是要执意自己回家。当我冒雨赶回家时，才知道父亲还是出去迎我了。路口多，他和我走岔路了。过了好久，我透过玻璃窗，看见一个熟悉的身影，朝着家的方向赶过来。“爸爸”!我在心中喊道。我看见他在风雨中艰难地骑着车子。当他走进家门的时候，我看见他的裤脚和鞋子都湿了，雨水顺着他已有些发白的头发流淌了下来。看见我，他笑了，笑得那么开心，他没有因为我私自跑回来而发火，而是关心地说“安全回来就好，回来就好”那一刻，他说的每一个字，都猛烈地撞击着我的心房;那一刻，我觉得好幸福!
父亲已不再是英俊潇洒的小伙子了，常年辛劳的工作，令他早早有了些许的白发，而在我的眼中，他拥有的是另一种令我仰慕的风采：坚毅!他拥抱着我的双臂永远是那么温暖，那么有力。目光在朱自清先生隽永的文字里徜徉，静静地品味一位年迈的父亲博大的爱，我相信，那一刻，朱自清先生是无比幸福的，无论他走到哪里，父亲都是他奋斗的支撑，父亲永远是他心中无比巍然的山!
火车轰鸣着驶向远方，但父亲站立在站台上的身影，却永远印在了朱自清先生的心中，而我也是一遍又一遍回味着父亲给我的爱，他在风雨中的身影，永远那么清晰地刻在我的脑海中。父亲，我爱你!
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇4
朱自清是我国现代著名的诗人、散文大师。《背影》是他1925年10月写的。文中说“我”的父亲由于家道衰落，日子过得异常艰难，在办完祖母的丧事后，“我”到北京念书，父亲到南京去谋事，在火车站，父亲穿着青布棉袍，黑布马褂，肥胖的父亲蹒跚地穿过铁路，爬上去又爬下来，到对面的月台给“我”买橘子。看着父亲那笨拙而吃力的样子，“我”不禁流出了感激的泪水。作者通过火车月台上父亲背影的描写，刻画了一个父亲对儿子无声的关爱，而这些动作的描写给我留下了难忘的印象。
我不由得想起了妈妈的背影。妈妈也是这样。无论刮风下雨，还是数九天寒，妈妈每天都骑着他的自行车送我上学，接我放学，她弓着背。翘着屁股使劲的蹬啊、踩啊，从冬天到春天，又从秋天走到冬天，妈妈的自行车破了补，补了又破了。在妈妈的关怀下，我一天天的成长，慢慢长大了。望着妈妈被汗水打湿的背影，我的眼睛一次又一次湿润了。
有一次上学，突然下起了大雨，路上没有车，眼看就要迟到，怎么办？又是妈妈，用雨衣把我裹好，把书包遮好，推着她的旧自行车，毅然决然地冲进风雨中，一路上，雨下得人睁不开眼，我躲在她身后，妈妈用力的骑着车。终于，我们平安准时到达教室，我衣服干干的，而妈妈却全身上下直淌水，看着妈妈狼狈的样子，我内心肃然起敬。
一次深夜我发烧，高烧40度，爸爸出差不在家。妈妈背着我就往医院跑，我迷迷糊糊地把头靠在妈妈的背上，觉得湿湿的，原来是妈妈的汗水，我还听到妈妈急促的心跳，像打鼓。妈妈这一夜一直守着我，没有合眼。
妈妈怕我上学早餐没吃饱，营养跟不上，每天特意给我煮个鸡蛋。天天如此，我很不愿意吃，就专把蛋黄吃了，蛋白扔掉了。后来我才知道，妈妈为了保证我每天都有一个鸡蛋，宁可自己吃咸菜，打临工，因为妈妈下岗了，没有工作，而我的身体素质又这么差，动不动就感冒咳嗽，住院打针。我很后悔，我的心在颤抖，妈妈伟大，母爱无私。我决心把身体锻炼好，把学习搞好，不辜负妈妈的希望。
《背影》全文结构简单，语言质朴，通篇没有写“我”怎样爱父亲，感动父亲；也没有写父亲怎样爱“我”，但是作者把“我”对父亲的爱和父亲对“我”的爱毫不掩饰地完完整整展现在了字里行间，展现在读者面前。作者所流露的父子间深厚的感情，一次次深深打动着我。我每次读《背影》仿佛我的妈妈就站在我的面前，那浓浓的爱意，关切的目光时刻温暖着我，鼓舞着我，鞭策着我，叫我前进，催我奋进。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇5
读朱自清的《背影》不是第一次了，第一次读《背影》的时候，只是因为它是朱自清的作品，所以草草看过，并未当真体味其中的深意。可当这一次细细读来，却发明这篇短短的散文竟储藏着作者对父亲无穷的悼念与感动。同时这份感动也涉及着每位读者心灵最深处的软部。
散文一开头，便被祖母辞世，父亲赋闲的灰色氛围所覆盖。正如作者自己说的：“恰是灾患丛生的日子。”繁重的负债和混乱的庭院，在冬日清冷的阳光下，无不流露着无奈与悲伤。可当父亲在萧瑟寒风中对呜咽的儿子说出：“事已如斯，不用难过，好在天无绝人之路!”的时候，一个富有责任感，刚毅，成熟的眼神，赫然呈现在读者面前。
终于、在忙完家中事件之后，要到南京某事的父亲与在北京上学的儿子踏上统一段旅程。到了南京，父亲迟疑着是否要亲身送儿子上火车，父亲晓得二十岁的儿子完整可以照顾好自己，可是父亲仍是决议自己去送，因为他想再多陪陪儿子，亲眼看儿子登上火车，安全离去。
到了车站，年青的儿子总想显示自己的口才，讥笑父亲的对茶房的嘱托，感到父亲脑慢口拙。当时间飞逝，已至中年的作者再回想去看那个时候，一句“我那时真聪慧的过火“，道出当时自己的成熟和对父亲的歉疚。
父亲送上自己亲手做的紫毛大衣，让儿子在座位上铺好。而后让儿子待着别动，本人去给他买些橘子。买橘子的这一段文字作者写的极为过细且感人至深。肥胖的父亲，迟缓，吃力的高低于铁道之间，但却乐此不疲。由于父亲手里拎着的不是一袋橘子，而是对儿子丰满的蜜意与忘我的爱。儿子在这时流下了热泪，但却极快的擦去了，当时的他还不愿也不太会英勇的向父亲流露炙热的密意。而当眼泪再次流下，激动达到极点时，父亲的背影又已消散在交往的人群。
当父亲的身材匆匆朽迈，性格也日渐孤僻，火暴，时常为琐事对家人发怒。但即便性情变得再怪异，难处，也转变不了对儿子的那份深深的挂念。树欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不待。面对着父亲说大限之期将至的来信，再多晶莹的眼泪也换不来与父亲相伴的半点时光。
看完《背影》，除了打动之余，还要沉思自己与父母的关联。别将吩咐当做絮叨，别将宽跟当做无能，更别将工作当借口而不去常常的看望照看父母。
这就是我这次读《背影》所得出的感悟，跟着年纪的增添，经历的增加，我还会再读这篇散文，盼望那时我能够得出更多更深的感悟。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇6
我是一个记性极差的人，过去的事情，别人提起井井有条，我却恍如隔世，一头雾水。所以，不记得年少时是否学过朱自清的《背影》，什么印象，什么感受，都无从谈起。
第一次有印象的《背影》，还是当老师后第一次带着学生学习这篇。说句实在话，刚刚大学毕业，年少轻狂加上无知，对这篇文章的经典之处，真的没有读出来。只是知道这篇文章选取一个独特的角度——背影，来表现深沉的父爱，和一个儿子对父亲情感的变化。描写背影的那段文字，写的很精彩，动词用的多么准确生动啊！把父亲的肥胖、买橘子的艰难描述的淋漓尽致，浓浓的父爱亲情，跃然纸上。
第二轮教学，再读《背影》，有了新的体会，感觉作者写的实在太好。一个日常生活中极常见又极易被忽略掉的“背影”经过作者的层层铺垫、渲染，变得典型、感人。开门见山，直奔主题，点明“难忘背影”。然后把“背影”放在祖母去世、父亲失业、满院狼藉的氛围环境下，先营造一种伤感凄凉的心境，作者的眼泪不禁簌簌的掉下来。
南京游玩使这种伤感的情绪，变得稍微平和。接着加入叮嘱茶房、再三迟疑、挑拣座位、铺好大衣等琐碎的小事，既显露出父亲对儿子无微不至的关爱和儿子的嫌弃、不理解，又为后边不顾年迈体胖攀爬月台买橘子做了充分的铺垫。
后边详细描述买橘子的过程，感动作者，感动读者，就水到渠成，非常自然。到此，作者并没有结束“背影”，而是又跨越了若干年，淡淡几笔诉说父子的罅隙隔膜。详写父亲的信，一个行将就木，晚境颓唐的的父亲，让父子二人冰释前嫌，不远的生离死别加上作者经历了生活的动荡波折，使得亲情终究战胜生活琐屑，留在作者脑海里的，只剩下那难忘的背影！这个背影深深的打动我，是因为作者巧妙的构思！也让我终于懂得为什么当初看着买橘时的背影流泪，分别时流泪，为什么要时隔多年后才写这篇文章，而不是写在彼时“背影”发生的那一时间段。
第三次读《背影》，让我关注到了文中的色彩。父亲，是黑色、深青色，暗淡、阴沉、落魄、伤感。“我”，紫色，毛大衣，温暖、高贵、气派。两相对比，父亲一心想着儿子，百般对儿子好，不言而喻，至少在那时是真的。这不正是天底下所有委屈自己也要把最好的给孩子的无私伟大的父亲的代表吗？如果读者有一定的生活阅历，有类似的情感体验，在读到这里的时候，是极大可能关注到这一点的。再看橘子的颜色：橘红色，包在黑布马褂里，放在紫色大衣上，一明一暗，对比鲜明，让画面变得温馨，让眼前猛然一亮，让儿子心中温暖。您说，这色彩的选择搭配妙不妙？答案一定是肯定的。
而今，我经历了与亲人的生离死别，伴着年迈的老父亲，再读《背影》，总感觉自己就是作者，随着文字穿越时空，回到那个动荡不安民不聊生的年代，看到当时满地狼藉的院子，听到父亲殷殷的叮咛。还设想年轻力壮、手脚麻利的自己，眼睁睁看着父亲艰难的爬上爬下，泪水止不住的流。
到了最后“大约大去之期不远矣”，更是不能自已。不由感叹，我与《背影》的约会太迟了！如此经典的文章，我竟然读了二十多年，才把它读懂！经典，就是这样，常读常新。把我们的阅历揉进去，把我们的情感揉进去，才是对经典最好的解读方法。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇7
初读朱自清的文章，我沉醉在他所描绘大好春光中，沉醉在清丽脱俗的荷塘月色里，沉醉在诗情画意的秦淮河，也会在匆匆的时光中去领悟他给予我的启迪。可在他许许多多诗般优美的文章里，唯独那一篇《背影》深深触动了我的心弦，他们父子俩间真挚的爱宛若一片片花瓣飘落在我的心湖里，一圈一圈荡起了涟漪，使我久久不能平静。
文章起初便交代了父子俩因祖母的过世而相聚，父亲赋闲在家，家里满院狼藉，光景惨淡，一股淡淡的哀愁萦绕在这字里行间，我的心里也不禁泛起点点涩意。但当我看到父子浦口送别的场面时，心里的涩意点点加增，泛起酸来，那股子酸劲儿直直涌到双眼，酸涩难忍，眼里心里皆无法平静。那位年事已高，行动不便的父亲，穿过铁道，翻过月台，费了好大一番力气只是为了帮孩子买几个橘子留着路上吃，这时的朱自清看到他父亲努力却艰难的背影落下泪来，而我的心狠狠的疼了一下。
而父亲买完橘子后，便一股脑的把橘子放在朱自清的皮大衣里，好似松了一口气，踏实而满足。我不禁想到：这就是父亲吧，是世间千千万万父亲的写照，他们的爱朴实却又因为不善表达笨拙，只好融化在这几个黄澄澄的橘子里。可真正的爱不就是这样？褪去了华丽的辞藻，蕴藏在生活中的一举一动，一点一滴，那些令人感动的、喜悦的、温馨的可不就是爱？可不就是一个平凡的父亲对自己的孩子那份真挚、沉甸甸的爱？最后父子道别淹没在了来来往往的人群，离别的伤感浸在了数次的回眸中，浸得朱自清落下惜别之泪，浸得我落下感慨之泪。
文章读到最后，我的眼前仿佛也浮现出了那个肥胖的、青布棉袍黑布马褂的身影，那个翻越月台努力的身影，那个渐渐消失在人海中的身影。眼前的身影不断与我所熟悉的身影重叠，是我父亲的背影，那一个伟岸而温暖的背影。印象中的他曾是意气风发的模样，可在他做饭的背影里，在他修灯的背影里，在他离家工作的背影里，他的两鬓渐渐出现了白发，眼角已有了岁月流经的痕迹，他不再像年轻时精力充沛，反而会看着电视就缓缓入睡。我长大了，他，却老了，可是他给予我的那份爱却只增不减，而他的'背影在一天天的琐碎里显得愈发温暖。
其实我们与父母的缘分不过就这一世，我们既不能留住匆匆的时间，也不能让父母永远年轻，那我们能做什么呢？我想，就是在这静好的时光里，好好感受家庭的温馨，感受每一次爱的馈赠，并不遗余力的回报爱，感恩爱。不要错过每天的第一句早安，归家的第一杯茶，还有那盏夜晚中为你而亮的灯，甚至连背影都不要错过。外出在外的游子也要常回家看看，那依靠家门等你归来的背影你可知饱含多少的思念与担忧？百善孝为先，老祖宗告诉我们的不仅是要迎难而上成就事业，还是知恩图报孝敬父母。国是千万家，每个人都守护好自己的小家，便能筑起国这个大家。千万别让子欲养而亲不待的悲剧发生在我们身上。
“所谓父女母子一场，只不过意味着，你和他的缘分就是今生今世不断地在目送他的背影渐行渐远。”门前老树长新芽，院里枯木又开花，一生要讲许多话，藏进了满头白发。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇8
最使我感动的是父亲对儿子那质朴无私的爱。“父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚的走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边的月台，就不容易了。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩；他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的背影，我的眼泪很快地流下来了......我再向外看时，他已经抱着朱红的橘子往回走了。”
每次读到这里，我都会被父亲那深深的爱给感动，情不自禁籁籁地流下了眼泪。儿子虽然已经20岁了，但父亲总是为他做这做那，在父亲眼里，儿子始终是最重要的。
由这我联想到在我的现实生活中，我的父母对我何尝不是这样，从咿呀学语，蹒跚迈步，到走进校门......我成长的点点滴滴和每一点进步中，不都蕴涵着父母的哺育之恩吗？每天，当我还在睡梦当中，妈妈早已起床给我做好了早餐，为了让我多睡一会，总是在最后一刻才叫醒我。下午，妈妈接我回家，带着一天的工作疲惫准备好晚餐，吃完饭后，陪着我做作业，了解我的学习情况，无时无刻的关爱着我。
记得在三年级的时候，有一次我感冒发烧，妈妈先弄药给我喝，但是终究不放心，陪着我到深夜，一直等到我的烧退了，妈妈才合眼睡着。第二天早上，我烧退了，妈妈叫醒我，陪我吃完早饭，妈妈怕耽误我的功课，坚持送我去学校。但是她却不放心，中午冒着大雨来学校送药给我吃，当时她的衣服都湿透了，却顾不上自己对我问这问那。看着妈妈那湿漉漉的头发，我都分不清她脸上是雨水还是汗水。我鼻子一酸，眼泪在眼眶上翻滚，我忍住没让它流下来。当妈妈匆匆离去的时候，我却忘了问妈妈有没有吃饭，那一瞬间，我看着她的背影，在心里默默说：“妈妈，我爱你！”
读了《背影》一文后，我对父亲、母亲、父爱、母爱有了更深的体会，“慈母手中线，游子身上衣”，这两句诗，真真切切正的体现了母亲对孩子的爱啊！不管我长得多大，离家多远，都不能忘记父母对我的养育之恩。
父母的爱是神圣的，伟大的！我们每个人都要爱自己的爸爸妈妈，但我们还有一个共同的妈妈——她就是我们的祖国。我们在她的怀抱中幸福的生活、快乐的学习！我现在的任务就是好好学习，掌握知识，练就一身本领，长大后，回报父母，报效祖国！
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇9
是谁的背影?总穿梭于危急的地方，把我从苦恼中救出?是谁的背影?总守候在病床的旁边，熬红了双眼却不在乎?是谁?是父亲!“我最不能忘记的是他的背影。”朱自清的眼泪如花从那一刻绽开了……祖母的辞世，父亲的下岗使他家风雪交加!在他的眼中，他父亲有点哆嗦，儿子那么大了，还不放心。家，是一个一直想摆脱的网，但风雨来了却成了避风港!父亲辛劳攀过石栏为儿子买下朱红的橘子，提着的只是橘子吗 还有沉甸甸的父爱!离开的时候，走几步，回头看，舍不得。担心，期盼和关心，仿佛书写在他的背影上，清楚而又深刻，不能忘却!两年后，他的思念随着信向朱自清寄来。
家境一日不如一日，父亲离大去之期不远。在这个贪病交加，凄惨冷落的季节。“唉，我不知何时再能与他相见!”朱自清叹息着!悔恨，歉意与思念交织在晶莹的泪光中化开了。爱，就是朴素中出高尚;爱，就是无声中响出歌曲;爱，就是透明中折出光彩。为儿子攀栏买橘是一件平常又非凡的事情。在千千万万爱的付出中显得平常，在千万的平常背后显得非凡!“他的背影混入来来往往的人里，再找不着了。”
在生命的人海里，相信会一下子认出那个步履蹒跚的背影，那个正是当天为“自己”买橘子的父亲。“谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。”是的，我们又要如何报答父母的深恩呢 父亲，在失败时鼓励，在成功时严厉，需要时帮助。没有华丽的语言去形容默默奉献的父亲，用上所有的语言也不够。但他为孩子付出的，一点一滴积起来是一个大海，一粒一颗堆起来是一座大山，一片一朵凑起来是一幕天空。翻开陈旧的相册。你记起了吗 心中那沉甸甸的关爱，就是父亲为你做的平常而又非凡的事。
朱自清《背影》读后感 篇10
朱自清的散文《背影》影响致很深,以致在中小学生的心中“朱自清”这三个字已经与《背影》成为不可分割的一体。
今天，我也领会了大师的手笔—《背影》。朱自清的《背影》一开头就使读者一下子就抓住了中心，体会到了作品的中心。他之所以能感动读者是因为他对父亲的回忆时，写出了真情实感，和许多读者一样，我印象最深的是胖胖的父亲蹒跚的穿过铁路，跳上去又爬上来，为的就是给儿子买橘子。在写信的内容中他写到，“我身体平安；推膀子疼痛厉害，提笔，诸多不便，大约离大去之期不远矣。这些写得平静而又自然；而且都真实地描绘了作者内心对父母的喜爱，又因有这样的一位慈父而感到自豪，欢喜。
文章最后写到“我”读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的，青布棉袍黑布马褂的背影。这表达了作者思念年迈的父亲写得凄切感人。回想，我们每人都有一位慈父，为何我们一定要等到父亲年迈时才懂得父爱呢，父爱也是伟大的，有一句话说“父爱如山”这篇《背影》虽然很平淡无奇，甚至过于拙朴，但是如果我们细细品味的话，却感到这篇文章蕴含着浓浓的父子情，其中蕴含着一股感人的力量。其实朱自清的散文本身就感情自然，语言朴素简洁，结构严谨细巧，语句婉转。《背影》是他前期的代表作，他后来的散文更是语句洗炼成熟，《匆匆》、《荷塘月色》……
我也同有一位慈父，我一次次见到他日渐消瘦，眼角皱纹渐多，父亲也曾费尽周折为我弄些我喜欢吃的食物，父亲却节省下来，有时我考试考砸了，他还不但不责怪我，反而安慰我。我长大了，我才愈加清晰地看到了这种人间极致的美。我不知这种亲情从何而来，父亲这种伟大从何而来？
我不知还有多少人被《背影》感动。
