?警察与赞美诗》是美国短片小说之王欧·亨利的代表作之一。故事讲述的是一个叫苏比的流浪汉为了到“温暖”的监狱去过冬，做出了去饭店吃饭不给钱，砸商店的橱窗玻璃，犯坯（调戏少妇），大喊大叫，偷别人雨伞这些可笑的事情，而警察却视而不见。正当他听见教堂内想起了悠扬的赞美诗时，突然醒悟了，决定重新做人，为理想而奋斗时，警察却把什么也没干他送进了监狱。

全文以幽默风趣的语调为我们描述了苏比一次又一次的入狱计划戏剧性失败的过程，最后给人一个既出乎意料，又在情理之中的欧·亨利式结尾。深刻地揭示出资本主义社会的腐败和底层百姓的艰辛困苦。

文章的主人公苏比一开始不自食其力，整天四处流浪，还干了许多愚蠢可笑的事情，这是不可取的。但他后来幡然醒悟，还是给人许多积极的动力。现在社会上也不乏有许多流浪汉，他们中有一些是因为年老体衰或残疾，这可以理解，但有一些人年纪轻轻，身体健全，却因为懒惰，不肯踏踏实实地努力工作，而跑到街上靠人们的施舍生活。我认为这是很可耻的想法，像我们一样的青少年应该自食其力，在学校时好好学习，学得一身的本事，出来以后勤勤恳恳地工作，为社会做出自己的一点贡献，而那些靠别人的救济过日子，自己不工作的人，自己应该感到脸红，觉得可耻。

光的赞美读后感篇2

暑假里我阅读了一本好书——《感恩老师》这本书中介绍了41个的感恩老师小故事，看完后我深受感动。

其中让我印象深刻的还是《艾拉的三位老师》。三位老师所教育的方法各不同，而所得到的结果也有很大的差别。它给我的启示是：好的老师，不仅教给学生知识及学习方法，同时在施教的过程中将理解与爱心一并施与。他们无言的关爱像温流流过，温暖了学生的心，让学生铭记一生。

记得有一次我上一年级的时候起床晚了，当我走到教室却不敢进去，那时我胆小害羞，只管抱着门柜不放。老师不但不打我不骂我，还幽默地说：“嘉茵，是不是最喜欢教室的门柜?”回家也让妈妈叫人做一样的门柜。我一听笑嘻嘻地放手进去上课了。

在我的记忆里，老师的爱心有很多。我渐渐地成长，全是老师用爱心呵护，用汗水浇灌的。

老师用语言播种，用彩色笔耕田，用汗水浇灌，用心血滋润。在我的内心深处将永远感谢老师。

光的赞美读后感篇3

如果你的一位同学，一开口就会说出“哇”、“呀”的感叹词，而且天天都会说很多很多赞美的语言，你可能会很讨厌他吧？但是你读完这本书，就不会这么想了，这本书就是——《赞美改变你》。

书中的崔玉婷就是如此，他们班的吴梦瑶就是一位名副其实的“称赞博士”，上学路上便开始不停地赞叹，一会儿称赞路旁的紫罗兰；一会儿有称赞雨欣的新发卡；一会儿又开始称赞妮妮的笔袋。这些赞美的语句，传到玉婷的耳朵里，仿佛成了一百只苍蝇在飞，于是，玉婷便说下了一句狠话：“除了看不见吴梦瑶的脸、听不见她的声音，我别无他求。”

好像正是这句话，意外事故发生了。梦瑶上学的路上，被一辆车撞了，随后晕了过去。在医院检查说，腿部骨折，要做手术，听到了这个消息，全班泪流成河。于是老师提出了让同学每个人写一封信给吴梦瑶，大家听了，个个都提起笔来，奋笔疾书。但玉婷却迟迟没有动笔，最后，她还是写了一句话：

梦瑶：

希望你早点康复。

而正是这封简短的信，打开了玉林的心灵之窗。

梦瑶在医院的那段时间，她天天与玉婷发邮件，梦瑶把让她变得开朗的“彩虹秘方”，告诉了玉婷：

1、称赞自己。

2、关心对方。

3、从小事称赞。

4、凡事都往好处想。

5、由衷的感谢。

6、倾听对方的话。

7、心想事成。

这个彩虹秘方仿佛是红、橙、黄、绿、青、蓝、紫七色，形成的一道彩虹，拨开了乌云。

光的赞美读后感篇4

每一次读欧亨利老先生的小说集，终究会为小故事的坎坷萦绕所钦佩，为全球的百相一切众生而感叹。如同很多人常说的，假如把他的小说集做为一场“戏剧表演”对导演来讲，是个极佳的剧情；对观众们来讲，算作无愧于一张进场票。小说集来源于实际，在阅读者的眼里绽开，突显它描绘的一切。

老先生根据短短章节，小小小故事，妙笔生花，在大家的心门边叩出无气味人生。有些人说《警察与赞美诗》诉诸于的是人生中的机会难题。碰到却不掌握，是蠢材；未遇机会却明白掌握，是优秀人才；既遇机会又明白掌握，是奇才。那麼理所应当，索比开演了一个愚昧的不知道悔改遭人唾骂的小丑男，承受起哪个时期下天下苍生有悖于公平正义和常情的残渣。不值怜悯。而赞美诗的结果便变成点金一样的衬托。当他惊惧地觉悟到自身早已坠落了谷底，沉沦的时光。十分可耻的私欲，消极悲观，才穷智竭，主观因素卑劣变丑态百出。有些人说它是上帝在作怪。索比是这篇小说集中的主人翁，一贫如洗，衣衫不整，他以便进牢房过一个温暖的冬天而故意犯罪，惹事生非高达六次，竟未能做到目地，之后想痛改前非之时，警察却拘捕了他，好像是上帝和他开的一个玩笑话。上帝很公平公正，非常大方吗？针对索比而言，当他真实要想勤奋去做的情况下，上帝偏要又刚开始抠门了，悔约了，胡搅蛮缠了。

这儿我禁不住想到了昆德拉老先生常说的，人类一思索，上帝就哈哈大笑。在我来讲，索比也仅仅和阿q的身影而已。所不一样的，是她们的运势，交往2个国家下的运势，二者全是杯具，而后面一种是多少一些上帝和主人家公布了一个小小玩笑话的寓意了。也有人说小说接索比的小故事讥讽了哪个社会发展。在哪个四处尊崇自由民主的国家中，却终因钱财模糊不清了公平正义而纯真的价值观念。“那警察急急忙忙地跑去馋一位穿礼服裙的金色头发高个子女性横穿马路，以防它在两根街之外朝这里驶来来的电动车撞着。”警察并不关心苏比与“伞主人家”的争吵，而去协助一些也许压根就不用协助的人。更是表明了这一点。甚至是在索比扔下第一块石块时，警察惯性力的逻辑思维讲索比的“理想”丢在一边，警察的见解意味着了哪个构建和谐社会的念头，一切名正言顺。殊不知当苏比最终在赞美诗的诗意中豁然开朗，一股明显的欲望鼓励着他动向艰辛的运势拼搏的情况下，警察却注意了他。这就是不合理给与他的。也更是欧亨利所讥讽的哪一个好笑的全球。在哪个全球，不合理不仅来自钱财，还来自地位。索比就是哪个全球下更为一般的小小一员，它用他的观念和醒悟，用他愚钝的个人行为为全球留有浅浅的一笔。

殊不知想对你说的，现如今大家也在倡导构建和谐社会，可迄今或许仅仅空有铁架子，大家看不见和睦，阿q观念和索比精神实质依然存有，大量的人看不见春天的美好。和睦，和睦，大家必须做的也有许多。欧亨利老先生将这一切告知许多人，就是警告许多人，到此，大家勤奋革除这些好笑的意识，渐渐地影响这世界，将来，一直幸福的吧。在现实生活中，是否也是有成千上万的“苏比”呢？有的人固执着自身的信心，无论这信心是真知還是缪误。就以便一时孩子气的“自尊”、一时“客观”的思索而迈向信念的误入歧途。“苏比”们冷眼旁观着一个个通向一切正常之途的机遇，不屑一顾的让他们偷偷走远。等真实觉悟回来时，也许早就错失良机，“苏比”们因而与平常人的幸福快乐擦身而过。殊不知抓住机会也难以。大多数机遇如同气体一样。直到气体消失了，喘不过气来，大家才会觉得，原来这般关键的乃至长期追求完美的物品就在身边。

所以说，苏比也是一个聪明的人。他也有初春。三个月后，他将迈入三个一季度的历程的初春。

光的赞美读后感篇5

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.

光的赞美读后感篇6

when people really want to go, and god just opened it cannot be denied that opportunity waits for no one, and it is not a passive, doesn't wait for you to analyze this, analyze that, considering this, consider that after a series of trivial events, then decided to do it. perhaps it was a fleeting "genie", which is the test of our courage and bravery, wisdom and spirit. but it does not mean that all things should not be considered, careful of personae dramatis, if that is the case, then we have to do with the ancient differences? opportunity and a need to treasure, need to take advantage of the encounter opportunity is very "difficult", thoroughly to fully use, it is "difficult". how to better "perfection", is a priority. starts mean, back out, rascally.

光的赞美读后感篇7

理想与现实的倒置

欧.亨利的小说永远都是那么的幽默风趣，构思奇特、情节多变似乎是他的小说不变的特点。的确，短篇小说靠的是给人的震撼，而不是悠长曲折的情节和细腻动人的大段描写。当故事的主人公苏比一次次地错过了进监狱的机会的时候，除了那幽默，你读到的是辛辣的讽刺。苏比的愿望与现实的一次次倒置构成了情节发展的主线。

一张枯叶飘落在苏比的膝头。甄落一词让我想起了电影《阿甘正传》里飞舞的羽毛。那洁白的羽毛也是最终双落在阿甘的身边。但是电影终究是电影，虽然它给了我们这样的理念：生活就像一块巧克力，你永远都不知道下一口你将吃到什么味道。但是现实生活远远没有那样理想化，现实是残酷的。对于阿甘来说，他的下一口永远是甜蜜的，他的生活是走向美好的，因为电影里有虚构的上天眷顾。可是对于苏比来说，他的生活是灰暗的。且看看他挖空心思想去的是什么地方吧：多年来，好客的布莱克威尔岛监狱一直是他的冬季寓所。正如福气比他好的纽约人每年冬天要买票去棕搁滩和里维埃拉一样一冬季里的苏比要靠监狱的帮助才能活过来，而且这种经历不仅仅是一年，是许多年。

在寒风侵袭的日子里，苏比要么躺在长椅上盖着几张破报纸握过一天又一天，甚至有被冻死的危险，要么就是去监狱里免费度假。这就是苏比的真实生活，没有丝毫的幻想，只有生活的严酷。为寒冬所迫的苏比选择了后者，于是就开始了他的计划：把自己交到警察那里。于是我们就看到了这样的一幕幕场景：先是妄图吃霸王餐却被饭店拒之门外；接着打破橱窗玻璃后站在那里等着警察来抓，警察却对他视而不见；后来霸王餐吃到了，可是被店家痛打了一顿；当着警察的面骚扰妇女，却没有想到那女人原来是妓女；扰乱治安却被当作狂欢；偷了别人的雨伞，却没有想到那人的伞原来也是偷来的。苏比的理想就是能够在岛上的监狱里过3个月不愁食宿的生活，可是现实一次次击碎了他的梦想。这样的结果让你觉得好笑，是的，你对苏比的倒霉感到好笑。可是进不了监狱果真是倒霉的事情么？苏比的理想与我们的现实发生了倒置，这种倒置是极具讽刺意味的。

然而文章的高潮还没有到。当苏比在一座古老的教堂面前停住，倾听着里面传来的光辉静穆的赞美诗，他的灵魂被深深地打动了，他决定要做一个好样的人，重新振作当年的雄心壮志。就在这个时候，警察主动找上门来了，苏比被送到布莱克威尔岛监狱3个月。苏比此时的理想是做个好人，可是现实是送他去监狱，也算是偿付了他先前的理想。不过这里的理想和现实又一次出现了倒置，苏比终于想做好人却失败了，他以后的生命历程可想而知。戛然而止的结尾留给了我们许多的思考。

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