讀完《精彩極了》和《糟透了》關鍵詞: 讀后感 初中初一 12

作文標題： 讀完《精彩極了》和《糟透了》
關鍵詞： 讀后感 初中初一 1200字
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這篇作文是一篇關于初中一年級1200字的作文，題目是《讀后感精彩極了》和《糟透了》，歡迎大家踴躍投稿。

有一天，我讀了精彩和糟糕這篇文章，文章的內容深深了我的心。
這篇文章描述了作者在七八歲的時候寫了第一首詩母親的評價是：太棒了，而他父親說：太糟糕了。后來，作者寫了很多詩、小說、戲劇和電影劇本。每次他的母親說：太棒了，他的父親說：太糟糕了。。后來，作者終于明白，無論是母親的精彩還是父親的糟糕都是對自己深深的愛。

生活中有兩種形式的愛。第一，愛就像一個慈愛的母親。他總是用善良的語言建立信心，鼓勵我們前進；另一種愛就像作者的嚴父。他總是警告我們，如果有不足，我們應該改進。我們應該謹慎把握這兩種愛，讓自己不斷前進。
我也有同樣的感覺，在三年級，我們的期末考試作文，因為三年級剛學會寫作文，寫得很差，要么忘記標點符號，要么寫錯了單詞，但我也盡了最大的努力。回家后，媽媽看了我的作文，鼓勵我說：這篇文章真的很好。如果沒有錯誤的單詞和標點符號，那一定是一部好作品。聽了媽媽的話，我心里甜甜的。父親說我看我滿懷信心地捧起我的杰作，小心翼翼地交給父親。父親看后嚴厲地說：不怎么樣，怎么沒有標點符號呢？還有很多錯誤的單詞，這些單詞寫得很糟糕。聽了之后，我非常難過，沮喪地走進了我的臥室……
現在，我明白了：在一個人的生活中，我們需要愛的鼓勵和贊揚，這樣我們才能鼓起勇氣前進，氧氣希望的帆，勇往直前。此外，有人需要指出自己的缺點。雖然精彩和糟糕的評價沒有矛盾，但它們都是父母對自己深深的愛。
The Wonderful Lousy Poems
Budd Schulberg

When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote my first poem.
At that time my father was a Hollywood tycoon, head of Paramount Studios. My mother was a founder and prime mover in various intellectual projects, helping to bring "culture" to the exuberant Hollywood community, of the 1920s.
My mother read the little poem and began to cry. "Buddy, you didn't really write this beautiful, beautiful poem!" Shyly, proud-bursting, I stammered that I had. My mother poured out her welcome praise. Why, this poem was nothing short of genius. She had no idea that I had such talent for writing. I must write more poems, keep on writing, perhaps someday even publish them.
I glowed. "What time will Father be home?" I asked. I could hardly wait to show him what I had accomplished. My mother said she hoped he would be home around 7. I spent the best part of that afternoon preparing for his arrival.
First, I wrote the poem out in my finest flourish. Then I used colored crayons to draw an elaborate border around it that would do justice to its brilliant content. Then I waited. As 7 o'clock drew near, I confidently placed it right on my father's plate on the dining-room table.
But my father did not return at 7. I rearranged the poem so it would appear at a slightly more advantageous angle on his plate. Seven-fifteen. Seven-thirty. The suspense was exquisite. I admired my father. He had begun his motion-picture career as a writer. He would be able to appreciate this wonderful poem of mine even more than my mother.
This evening it was almost 8 o'clock when my father burst in, and his mood seemed thunderous. He was an hour late for dinner, but he could not sit down. He circled the long dining-room table with a Scotch highball in his hand, calling down terrible oaths on his glamorous employees. I can see him now, a big Havana cigar in one hand, the rapidly disappearing highball in the other, crying out against the sad fates that had sentenced him to the cruel job of running a teeming Hollywood studio.

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