I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800's, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately, it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book, I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I got further into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great courage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.
However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armand's father, came to her, pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armand's reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that.some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumas's last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.
As far as the other characters in the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The
Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.
Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away. Camille is just like the camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.
Suddenly, I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”. Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?
The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe
It seemed to be such a coincidence that the night after I finished reading The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe, I was to dine in a restaurant distinctly related to the book itself. This restaurant was no other than the famous American-styled “Friday ’s. ” The reason for mentioning this restaurant is quite straightforward to all the gentlemen, ladies and children who have read the novel and enjoyed it, which is the fact that this restaurant was, most likely, named after the American Native in Robinson Crusoe, called Friday. This restaurant offers very exceptional service, for instance when the waitresses are asked to order dishes they kneel rather than stand, which, unlike the other restaurants I have been to, makes it easier for the customers to hear them speak. Moreover, Friday’s friendly services to the customers help them to make better choices when ordering dishes. I remembered when I went to Friday ’s last time; the waitress kindly described the items on the menu with precise details. It turned out that the combo I initially wanted was designed to be shared among a large group, not to be eaten by one person. I think this restaurant shows many commendable features similar to that of Friday. Friday brought emotional warmth to the people around him with his appealing personality. I think it was this personality that affected Crusoe and made him say that he loved Friday when Crusoe didn ’t express love for his parents, brothers, sisters, or even his wife. “When he espied me, he came running to me, laying himself down again upon the ground, with all the possible signs of an humble, thankful disposition, making many antic gestures to show it to let me know how he would serve me as long as he lived.” This was what Friday did after Crusoe had rescued him from the two savages chasing him. It was easy for me to see why Crusoe had loved Friday. After sometime, Crusoe and Friday were to rescue Friday’s father. When Friday reunited with his father, the scene was easy to move anyone: “It would have moved anyone to tears to have seen how Friday kissed him, embraced him, hugged him, cried, laughed, halloed, jumped about, danced,
sung; and then sung and jumped about again, like a distracted creature. It was a good while before I could make him speak to me.” This is my favourite chapter in the whole book. It is hard to see why Friday is an ex-savage when he can have personalities more praiseworthy than many civilized people, viz. Crusoe himself. “When he (Friday went to him (Friday’s father, he would sit down by him, open his breast, and hold his father’s head close to his bosom, half an hour together, to nourish it; then he took his arms and ankles, which were numbed and stiff with the binding, and rubbed them with his hands.” Furthermore, Friday’s expression of loyalty in asking Crusoe to kill him rather than leave him is more heartfelt than anything Crusoe ever says or does.
Crusoe, on the absolute contrary, seems incapable of deep feelings, as shown by his account of leaving his family—he never shows any emotions. After a moving lecture from Robinson’s father about his future, he still decided to follow his own wandering ambition. Careless was he about the wishes of his parents to keep him alive and prosperous, as he was the only child left in the family. When he came back from the island which he had lived on for twenty eight years, he found that it had been too late to tell his parents that he was still alive, but yet again he did not feel sorry for them; he also did not feel sorry for the two people who had to live in misery for nearly thirty years under the allusion all of their sons were dead. He had the same feelings for his wife: when he was married, he said it was “not either to my disadvantage or dissatisfaction”, implying that it was also neither to his advantage nor his satisfaction. Moreover, after his wife died, Robinson did not think of looking after the three children they had, but went back to the island, which he had lived on for twenty-eight years. It was on this trip which Robinson Crusoe revisited “His Island ” as he called it. I feel that Robinson ’s indifference to his family is almost emotionally cruel.
Before had clearly shown the contrast between Crusoe’s and Friday’s personalities, as when Friday, in his joyful reunion with his father, displayed far more emotion toward his family members than Crusoe, whereas Crusoe never mentions missing his family or dreams about the happiness of seeing them again. I think Defore is very successful in introducing Friday as part of the novel, it makes the whole novel seem much more complete and gripping to the reader, as well as proving that Defoe’s ideology of racism is civilized unlike many other Europeans at that time; natives and savages are not worse than others but can perhaps even be more modern and civilized. Those are the reasons of why I like The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe and Friday.
我最喜欢的植物是仙人掌,上面的部分是椭圆形的也有扁的,全身长满了刺,它的刺是保护自己不被外界食用,不小心就会刺到,全身是绿色的,但是花是红色的。
仙人掌是一种植物,是墨西哥的国花。属于石竹目沙漠植物的一个科。由于对沙漠缺水气候的适应,叶子演化成短短的小刺,以减少水分的蒸发,亦能做抵抗动物吞食的武器;茎演化成肥厚含水的形态;同时,它长出覆盖范围非常之大的根,作用是下大雨时可以吸收很多的水分,以抵抗干旱。目前,仙人掌科的植物将近二千零二种。说了这些你知道这种植物为什么叫仙人掌吗?
在沙漠有一些人如果很口渴就可以用小刀把仙人掌切成两半,喝仙人掌里面的水,这样就可以解渴了,因为在干旱的沙漠里可以给人们提供水分,所以称它为仙人,因为他长得像人的手掌又叫仙人掌。
因为仙人掌能舍命救人,所以我喜欢仙人掌。
我相信人人都有自己喜爱的人,因为是人,就会有感情。我也有自己喜欢的人,他就是我的,大爆牙老爸!她的个子很高,鼻子很高,眼睛很小,肚皮很大。以前,小时候,我总怀疑,爸爸是不是有小宝宝了?后来我才知道,原来只有妈妈可以生宝宝,爸爸不可以。我的爸爸很和蔼,他是我的玩伴。在我无聊时他会将笑话给我听在我伤心时他会安慰我。让我别哭。在问哦开心时他会更开心,在我愤怒是他会让我出气。只要一放假,他就带我出去,吃麦当劳,逛商场……我们一同走过最多的就属书店了。每天我们都去书店逛逛逛,看看看。又是被老板娘一同赶了出来。我们才在众人眼光中尴尬的笑着走开了。又一次我突然觉得肚子疼,那天下着大雨,爸爸为了帮我买药,冒着大雨跑了出去。我好了,但爸爸却感冒了。爸爸常跟我提起过去的事,我才知道我小时候多不懂事。以前我们住九楼,那里没电梯,每次我都哭着吵着要爸爸背,爸爸笑了笑,把小小的我放在了他大而宽的肩上,一步一步,艰苦的走着。现在回想一下,我的良心谴责自己,为什么让爸爸受苦。我曾经问过爸爸为什么要背我,爸爸笑了笑,说;‘因为你是我女儿啊。’我们都笑了,笑得那么的快乐。直至后来,我有了一个弟弟,我发现,爸爸更喜欢哪个弟弟,对我忽冷忽热的。我很伤心,爸爸竟然偏袒他。为此,我总是打弟弟,当然,结果都是被爸爸臭骂一顿,我愤怒的跑出了家门,从此我讨厌爸爸。一次家长会,我在纸上写下了我的不满,爸爸看见之后,和我谈了一次让我醒悟的话:“弟弟还小,我们要让着他,你和他一样,都是爸爸的孩子,我不会对任何一个偏袒,但我会保护你们,不让任何一个受伤害。听完后,我满脸泪水,爸爸帮我擦去了泪水,安慰着我,别哭了。爸爸,谢谢你。我最爱的爸爸。你给了我生命,并伴我成长,以后,我会像小时候你对我一样对待你。我的好爸爸。 我最爱的人
我最喜欢的人是我的妈妈。她大大的眼睛,细细的眉毛,高高的鼻梁,棕色的披肩长发,留着齐刘海,喜欢穿黑色的衣服和高跟鞋。妈妈很关心我。有一次,爸爸叫我到超市买盐。我想:趁机还可以买一些小零食。于是我答应了,便跑到门口准备买盐。妈妈见我跑到门口,就问:“你去哪?”“去超市买盐。”我说。妈妈又说:“你还小,怎么可以一个人去呢?我去买!”这时,我想:我都这么大了,妈妈为什么还说我小?但不管我怎么说,我还是没有去买盐,妈妈去买盐了。通过这件事,让我知道,妈妈很关心我的安全。还有一种原因,有首歌叫《世上只有妈妈好》,我从小听到大,让我感受到妈妈最好。 妈妈,您是我最爱的'人!
在植物园里,许多花儿争奇斗艳。可是,它们有些太艳丽,而有些却太过淡雅。虽然我十分喜爱那些花,可是我最喜欢的还是那一帘幽幽的竹子。
那天中午,我们来到一家幽静的饭馆吃饭。我们穿过一片竹林,我目不转睛地盯着那片竹子,看这棵,很美,看那棵,也很美。每一棵竹子,都像一名名哨兵,挺拔地站在路旁,青绿色的.身体在太阳底下放着白色的光。细长的叶片坚韧地舒展开,在微风中轻轻舞动。我忽然觉得眼睛不够用了。于是,我走近它们,抚摸着它们身体上的纹路。那些条纹平滑中微微带着一些粗糙;冰凉得如同泉水一般沁人心脾。恍惚中,我仿佛觉得自己变成了一棵翠竹……
后来,我阅读到了《红楼梦》,发现林黛玉的潇湘馆外种满了竹子。于是,我又想起那片竹林。我陷入到了沉思中,一边品味着宝黛的爱情悲剧,一边思念、回忆着那一帘竹子。啊,竹子……
我爱你,幽幽的竹子。“咬定青山不放松,立根原在破岩中。千磨万击还坚劲,任你东南西北风。”我们要学习竹子,坚持不懈,才能发登上学习的高峰,取得好成绩!
高老师是我们班现任语文老师,我很喜欢她。
之前,我很不会写作文,也不喜欢语文,特别不喜欢老师把我的作文在课上讲来,因为我觉得那会很尴尬。
有一次上午,老师正在讲作文,我正在祷告老师不要说到我的。就在这时候,老师说:“侯斯尧的这篇作文……” 我急出了一身凉汗,结果老师把我表扬了一番。
从此,我就不太怕老师念我的作文了,而且我发现,别人看到我的错是在帮助我,让我知道哪里要改进,所以现在我进步了,我真心地感谢高老师。
谢谢您!
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