The feeling after reading, also called reading notes, is a commonly used applied style and one of the styles of applied writing research. Simply put, it is the feeling after reading the book. The following is my reading experience of about 800 words for your reference only!

Some time ago, the teacher asked us to read Xi Murong's essays. I read a book "Traces of Growth" published by her earlier. The teacher really didn't choose the wrong book. This book really touched me deeply.

After reading Xi Murong's first few essays, I can't help but miss my relatives. Her first few essays are all about memories of the past, and they are all about her yearning for her mother who is far away from home and her reluctance to her late grandmother. The author used some short things, through careful description, completely and truly presented that touching affection, and her incomparable sincerity to her loved ones touched me. This reminds me of my own mother. How does she care about me at home, always caring about me? Thought of here, my heart was strongly shocked and I suddenly cheered, just like for my mother. In order not to disappoint her, I want to live happily every day! Reward her for everything she has done for me with her grades.

The later, the more I gave up my youth and time, the more I reflected my profound philosophy. There is an essay called "Seven Lotus Flowers", and the author expresses a profound philosophy through an event that happened after her exhibition. One of her friends envied her life after seeing her paintings. But Xi Murong's smile disappeared! You know, how much effort and time it takes to complete a painting, and which one is naturally successful? Xi Murong's feelings at that time were really changed. Her words are natural and appropriate, and every word has severely hit those "evil thoughts" in my heart and everyone's. "I don't regret choosing this life. What makes me sad is why many viewers like to regard painters as natural geniuses, but they refuse to believe that nothing in this world can be exchanged for lightness or chic. " Every time I read this article, my impetuous heart naturally becomes calm.

There are also some articles about the author's views on youth and life. The scenery descriptions in these articles are quite vivid, which makes me unconsciously enter a kind of artistic conception and endless memories like the author. This kind of memory sometimes makes me feel happy, but it also reminds us of the preciousness of time. I often wonder: If everyone comes to read her articles, will there be more people wasting their time in the world?

After reading the whole book, I feel stronger and clearer inside, and I feel that I have grown a lot! This book really benefited me a lot!

After reading about 800 words. As an essayist, Zhang Xiaofeng's works are not the best, but her works have a unique flavor. This is how I feel after reading it.

It seems that in every essay, she poured her feelings, excitement, joy, melancholy and sadness ... Her role in the whole book made me feel that it was not the author who directed the tragicomedy of life, but the screenwriter.

"When you breathe in the morning glow, I am comfortable in the neon you once looked up, and I slowly rise in the trunk where you once leaned on meditation ..."

No one can stop the trickle of life, even if it is so trivial that you can stop it with your fingers, but you can still find that after a few seconds, it will return to its original direction because it has crossed your hand.

Among her works, I like Xu Shilin's monologues best.

I still remember the first sentence at the beginning: dedicated to those who have violated the mother's face for more than 18 years. Obviously, it is an ironic remark, criticizing those unfilial sons who made their mothers wait sadly, but with tears in their eyes, they were moved by the following.

"Autumn geese are moaning", a naked boy in a red robe, midnight in Nanping, and the reflection of Qu Yuan's wind lotus in the three pools. As soon as he bowed his head, he turned eighteen years of guilt and helplessness into an earth-shattering kowtow! There will always be endless poetry books in Qin dynasty, and the tender feelings that the French bowl can't cover. After all kinds of setbacks, despite thousands of years of yearning, you still tell the world that the boundless sky, the afterglow of the sunset and the surging tears, "you" only cling to the warmth of that moment under the umbrella.

Under an oil-paper umbrella with a purple bamboo handle, "you" resolutely put it down. Millennium practice is a blank sheet of paper without memory. Why did the storm and hail in Wan Li become immortals in the sense of "being"? It's just that "you" are tired of the dream after human practice, but the gathering of people under the umbrella has become the eternal memory of "you", whispering "let you" on the broken bridge.

Is it your attachment in the sunset glow of Leifeng Tower? Still missing? I won't regret it anyway. The cold spring is cold all the way, and the world is bitter and sweet. ...

Even if it is imagination, it is also sincere. How can it not be touching? People can't help but sigh, the pain after suffering.