《夜莺》读后感(英语作业)

Analyse Our Soul

I’ve read the book The Nightingale which is written by D.H.Lawrence who came from the Britain during the winter vacation. This book is the casual literary notes which contains a large quantity of truths. I found the truths in the book revealed the social reality that we live in it everyday. In fact, I think it is of value.

Though this book named The Nightingale, it isn’t just about the nightingale. In the chapter one and chapter two, the author wrote about the birds such as the nightingales. The words in these chapters formed a beautiful picture which just like the Chinese monochromes. But what I think the most brilliant are these sentences. The ear is so stupid, it will accept any amount of false money in words. But let one tiny gleam of the mortal hatred come into your eye, or across your face, and it is detected immediately. The eye is to shrewd and rapid. I think these sentences tell us the truth that we shall not completely

believe which others said to us especially when they are praising us. We shall see what we are really doing and what is our real value. I also found some sentence wonderful such as this: All the time, whilst the earth lay choked and killed and winter-mortified, the deep undersprings were quiet. They only wait for the ponderous encumbrance of the old order to give way, yield in the thaw, and there they are, a silver realm at once. Under the surge of ruin, unmitigated winter, lies the silver potentiality of all blossom. One day the black tide must spend itself and fade back. Then all-suddenly appears the crocus, hovering triumphant in the rear, and we know the order has changed, there is a new regime, sound of a new

Vive! Vive! I like these sentences not only because it is very beautiful, but also it

is meaningful. And I particularly love this one: One day the black tide must spend itself and fade back. So I put it as my QQ’ personalized signature. And I

think the sentence below is brilliant, too. We may remain wintry and destructive for a little longer, if we wish it, but the winter is gone out of us, and willy-nilly our hearts sing a little at sunset. It is great, isn’t it? I think there is a sentence with

reason: We may not choose the world. We have hardly any choice for ourselves. It is true that in our society, what we can choose are very few, what we need to do is to adapt ourselves to the society.

The author put down a series of comments on himself in the chapter named Myself Revealed. What I think the powerful one is this: I cannot, not for anything in the world, forfeit my passional consciousness and my old blood-affinity with my fellow-men and the animals and the land, for that other thin, spurious mental conceit which is all that is left of the mental consciousness once it has made itself exclusive. These sentences not only show the author’s

spirit, but also satirized the middle class in author’s time.

In the last five chapters, Lawrence wrote his views of the novels. What I think the brilliant is his criticize on modern tragedy. He put down that Which is the weakness of modern tragedy, where transgression against the social code is made to bring destruction, as though the social code worked our irrevocable fate. Like Clym, the map appears to us more real than the land. Short sighted almost to blindness, we pore over the chart, map out journeys and confirm them: and we cannot see life itself giving us the lie the whole time. I think it is true, because we

always find us deceived by life and being frustrated. But in the meantime, things what we can do are variety, we shall not be frustrated by the dark side of our life.

From The Nightingale, I have learned lots of things not only the beauty of English prose, but also lots of senses which can influence my whole life.