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第一篇：小王子英语读后感
"It's like a flower. If you fall in love with a flower growing on a star, then at night you feel sweet and happy when you look at the sky, and all the stars are like flowers."
The first time I read the little prince, in high school, was immediately attracted by his fresh writing style and the simple world. Six years later, at the moment, read the "Little Prince", can not help but again and again to tears, and palpitation for Prince's mind be sad, moved by his pure and persistent love, for his innocence and mourning gradually to disappear. As the author of St. Erik Marcus Paley said in the preface, he put the fairy tale "to Leon? Wirth, when he was a boy"
I didn't know this book was very famous in the West. It was a book that my adult and children liked to read. No wonder my mother would give it to me. I read it later. The little prince lived on a planet that was very small, and watered every day his roses. Then the little prince traveled away from the planet and saw a lot of strange monsters on the planet until he came to earth and saw a pilot who had broken a plane in the desert. The little prince had a deep friendship with the pilot, but he missed his roses very much. In order to leave the earth, the little prince was bitten by a venomous snake, and then the pilot never saw him again.
At the beginning of the book, the irony of the unimaginative people, "these adults never actively understand anything; and for our children, always explain to them again and again......" "So I wouldn't talk to him about pythons, primeval forests, or stars. I only talk about things they can understand, such as bridge, golf, politics, ties, etc.. In this way, this person will be very happy, one met a reasonable and considerate person." And the children said to adults, "I saw a beautiful house, which was made of rose bricks, a window with a geranium, and a pigeon on the roof."." They have to be able to imagine what the house looks like, and you have to say, "I saw a house worth twenty thousand dollars."." They have to say, "that house is sure to be beautiful." Saint Exupery is perhaps in adults alone, then through the little prince's eyes to find adults much ado about nothing, to share the wealth, money and power in order to forget the knowledge of the true value of his life really need to lose their most valuable innocence and innocence, lost their imagination and beauty.
From the little prince's words, we can see that everything has its surface and authenticity. In many cases, we only see the superficial things, but ignore the inherent benefits. The little prince remembered the fox's words: "only the mind can see the essence of things; what is really important is invisible to the naked eye."". So he said, "just because there is a flower that we can't see, the stars look so beautiful."." "The desert is beautiful, because somewhere in the desert there is a well hidden."." Ah, the little prince's heart is very rich. A lot of things are mysterious because we can't see them with our naked eyes. In fact, these are so simple, just need a heart full of love.
第二篇：小王子英语读后感
Not long ago, I had just finished a relationship, still struggling with memories. Under the unintentional mention of others, I came up with the idea of reading again, and soon paid for it. This time, I read the feelings of the little prince, the rose and the fox.
The little prince loved the rose, but gradually lost patience in the willfulness of the rose, and began to be confused; The fox loves the little prince, but knows that he will never be able to keep him. The rose loves the little prince, but only at the last minute.
The fox and the rose symbolize two kinds of women. The fox is gentle and considerate, and is very patient with the little prince who is in confusion. Unfortunately, the fox was domesticated by the little prince, and the little prince had been domesticated by the rose, which was doomed to be a tragedy. In the end the little prince left the fox and left her with only the wheat. The rose was capricious and beautiful, and she longed for the love from the little prince, but she was not willing to show her feelings to the little prince, under the suboration of the sensitive vanity.
It was only when the little prince was leaving that she finally revealed her true feelings. Before she left, she asked the little prince to forgive him, and sincerely wished him the happiness of his own. But her vanity, and her pride, did not allow her to do so. Emotion is a process of mutual domestication. It takes time, effort, and openness.
The vast sea of people, therefore, only allowed two people to embrace each other in the purple. I can only say that this sentiment was a bit late for me.
第三篇：小王子的英文读后感
Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:
"I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.
If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"
But the little prince made no reply.
On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret of the little prince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
"Even flowers that have thorns?"
"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."
"Then the thornswhat use are they?"
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thornswhat use are they?"
The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."
"Oh!"
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:
"I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"
I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won't turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.
"And you actually believe that the flowers"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I don't believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Don't you seeI am very busy with matters of consequence!"
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Matters of consequence!"
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"
That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:
"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
The little prince was now white with rage.
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doingOh! You think that is not important!"
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there…' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:
"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.