最新的目送英语读后感

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　　导语：目送是一本描述分离的经典，故事内容虚实结合，撼动人心。每次读完后我们都会从中得到不少领悟，何不把这些感受写下来呢?欢迎阅读，仅供参考，更多相关的知识，请关注CNFLA学习网的栏目!

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Out of the window of the classroom, it is a piece of ginkgo Lin.

Said it was a forest, was actually a bit exaggerated. But every day in boring mathematical calculations, abstraction and looked at it a few ginkgo, mood will suddenly become comfortable. Small fan-shaped leaves, swaying in the wind, like the green butterflies in the dance, singing. I know, green is the color of life, green is often brought me hope.

Even in the fall, I also have ginkgo, full of loving. The leaves slowly turn yellow, began in the wind falling silently, quietly lying on the ground, seems to be going to do with the earth a sweet winter dreams. I believe that the spring of next year, I will see ginkgo would again a bright life. Because, life is always in the river to the next reincarnation.

This is the story I read on the tree, but also in the "see" read a life experience.

Children grow up day after day, mother's day to day old. As lung ying-tai, don't give up, want to stay, sorrow, helpless. But she didn't stop. She tried to communicate with her, wrote "dear Andre"; She tried to record, write down the "see"; She tried to remember, wrote his journey, and strive to do your best.

Look at the story in the book, I suddenly found that, in reality we are getting along with the elders ignored a lot.

For example, grandma. My grandmother is seventy years old, live alone in the countryside. Mom and dad is predisposed to her to live in the city. But she said, the root of her at home, she had used to rural life. Every possible way to persuade, no, we are broken, please grandma to the idea of permanent home.

When the autumn, my mother and I go to grandma's dim sum.

It is a weekend, about an hour by car, we came to grandma's. Entered the grandma's yard, the sight of the leaves is everywhere. Slowly into the indoor, dim light shining to the already very dark room.

"Grandma, grandma!" I called for a second as he walked.

"Who?" I heard her cries.

At this moment, I saw a thin, low old man out of the room, with rickets back, slowly, slowly... Grandma to see we are very excited, hurriedly called we sat down, and then began to busy. While burning surface, take a drink, and we started talking.

May be because of long time not see, we like strangers, low heavy atmosphere surrounded me, let me feel very uncomfortable, I gently push the mother, motioned to go.

Maybe even some do not adapt to the mother, she to grandma said: "we go."

"Ah, so fast? Stay for a moment." Grandma said nervously.

"We have work, later to play again, need not to send." Mother said walked.

Outside, no grandma, thought that she would not come, but when I get on the bus at that moment, after a wrinkled hand reached the gates, then out from behind the door for an old man, the old man smiled and said goodbye to us, watched until we drive away.

Just when our car turned the village, I found the old man had picked up a hand wiped to wipe eyes -- grandma tears.

Grandma was crying. At the beginning of I, did not know exactly why grandma and wept. Just think how lonely and lonely old man is in the distance. Read the text lung ying-tai, however, I just know, these people yo, we were not understand old people most in need of company.

And I, only stay in her house for a moment, think of nothing to say and hurried away. Alas, I can't even meet her a little wish, enough to imagine, I will be an old man's heart hurt how deep!

Gradually, I see, we do the younger generation, to the old man lived, accompany them, make them feel not lonely, not behind you silently watched you.

Stop the hands of the pen, I looked out the window. The warm winter sun, that slice of ginkgo Lin, silent.

See every ginkgo tree bare, quietly standing, then lay a thick layer of leaves on the ground. The ginkgo, without the cover of the leaves, I clearly see the branches grow, they all pointed to the same direction - up, up, pointing to the sky!

I suddenly feel like out of the window of the ginkgo, and grandmother like the ground layer at the fallen leaves, togetherness, quietly accompany.

参考翻译：

教室的窗外，是一片银杏林。

说它是个林子，其实有点夸张。但是每天在枯燥的数学演算中，抽闲儿望望那几棵银杏树，心情会突然间就变得舒爽起来。小小扇形叶子，在风中摇曳着，宛如一只只绿色的蝴蝶在舞蹈，在歌唱。我知道，绿色是生命的颜色，绿色往往给我带来希望。

即使到了秋天，我也对眼前的银杏，充满了爱怜。那一片片叶子开始慢慢变黄，开始在风里静静地飘落，静静地躺在地上，似乎在准备与大地做一个香甜的冬梦。我相信，来年的春天，我会看到银杏会再次上演一场生命的灿烂。因为，生命总是在长河中走向下一个轮回。

这是我在银杏树上读到的故事，更是在《目送》中读到的一个生命体验。

孩子一天天地长大，母亲一天天地老去。作为龙应台，有不舍，有留恋，有辛酸，有无奈。可是，她没有就此停步。她尝试着与爱子沟通，写下了《亲爱的安德烈》;她尝试着记录，写下了《目送》;她尝试着追念，写下了自己的心路历程，并且努力做到最好。

看着书中的故事，我突然发现，现实中的我们在与长辈的相处中忽略了很多很多。

比如说奶奶。我的'奶奶已经七十多岁了，独自一人住在农村。妈妈和爸爸几次三番地要她来城里住。可是她一口回绝了，说她的根就在老家，她过惯了农村的日子。百般劝说，毫无所动，我们也就断了请奶奶来家里常住的念头。

眼看入秋了，我和母亲去奶奶家送点心。

那是个周末，大约坐了一小时的车，我们到了奶奶家。走进了奶奶家的院子，一眼看见的便是满地的落叶。慢慢走进了室内，昏暗的灯光照射着原本就很黑的屋子。

“奶奶，奶奶!”我边走边叫。

“谁啊?”我听见奶奶的叫声了。

这时，只见一位瘦瘦的，矮矮的老人从屋里走了出来，佝偻着背，缓缓的，缓缓的……奶奶见到我们很激动，连忙招呼我们坐下，然后便开始忙碌了起来。一边烧面、拿饮料，一边就和我们聊了起来。

可能是许久不见的缘故，我们之间好似陌生人，低沉沉的氛围包围着我，让我感到很不舒服，我轻轻推了一下母亲，示意要走了。

或许连母亲都有些不适应了，她对奶奶说：“我们走了。”

“啊，这么快?再留一会吧。”奶奶紧张地说。

“我们还有事，以后再来玩，不用送了。”母亲边走边说。

到了外面，也不见奶奶出来，本以为她不会来了，可正当我上车后回眸的那一瞬间，一只布满皱纹的手攀上了铁门，紧接着，从门后探出了一个老人，老人笑着对我们说再见，一直目送到我们车子开远了为止。

就在我们的车子拐过村口的时候，我发现远处的老人竟然拿起一只手抹了抹眼睛——奶奶流泪了。

奶奶竟然哭了。当初的我，竟不知道奶奶为何而哭。只觉得远处的老人是多么的孤单而落寞。可是读了龙应台的文字，我才知道，我们这些人哟，竟是不懂得老人最需要的是陪伴。

而我，只在她的老屋停留了片刻，觉得无话可说就匆匆离去了。唉，我竟然连她这一个小小的愿望都满足不了，足以想象，我将一个老人的心伤的有多深!

渐渐地，我明白了，我们做晚辈的，要在老人有生之年，多陪伴他们，让他们感到不寂寞，而不是在你的身后默默目送你。

停下手中的笔，我望向窗外。暖暖的冬阳下，那片银杏林静默着。

只见每棵银杏光秃秃的，静静地立着，地上则躺着一层厚厚的落叶。那些银杏，没有了绿叶的遮蔽，我居然清晰地看到了枝条的长势，它们不约而同地指着同一个方向——向上，向上，直指天空!

我恍然间，觉得自己就像窗外的那些银杏，而奶奶恰似地上的那层落叶，彼此相依，静静陪伴。