一小时的故事读后感

篇一：一小时的故事

读后感

Changes within one hour

An hour is very short, then suddenly the past. But what happened within an hour, can also change the person's mood, point of view, and even the fate of the future. The story of an hour (Kate Copin) which very appropriate proved this point. In this story, Mrs. Mallard after learned that her husband had died because of the train accident. She go to the bedroom with grief, but in her heart deeply is comfortable after she realize that she was freedom, but freedom is short, because her husband’s return which destroy her dream of freedom, the collapse and despair of the moment cause Mrs.Mallard on the path of death.

Mrs. Mallard is a woman with a heart disease, the people around her always want to protect her, such as her sister and her husband’s friend. But everybody don't know, compared with meticulous care, she prefers to have all of her own life. When her sister told her that her husband's death. “she wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arm”,and then she go to her room alone. She didn't realize her freedom now, because her husband's death blow to

her is too heavy. “the stare in her eyes”, the exhaustion body, Perhaps in the past her dependence on her husband makes she felt at a loss, although she prefers self independence. Just like her name. A bird before being released

from a case, they must be so anxious like this.

Then everything change when Mrs. Mallard look outside the opening window, “the delicious breath of the rain was in the air.”, “in the street below a peddler was crying his wares.”. This sense which full of vitality and new life, let her gradually grope to the idea that hidden in her heart: “Free, free,free.”. “they stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.”. She was finally free, nothing can limit her to start her new life, even she began to pray for her might live longer. The moment to open the window, just like the case door is open to life outside. But this freedom time not for long, because of her husband’s back. Her husband didn’t dead in the beginning. In the moment her husband came back, She lost her freedom again, It is more terrible than never get free. It suddenly happened let her no longer withstand the blow in her soul. Ironically, the doctor diagnosed her died of euphoria. I don't know what the author mean, perhaps this irony is roughly to the doctor and helpless about the world.

Through the story, the things which happen in just one hour, let her to see the hope of life, and then break her hopes. Fate is so heartless and elusive. I think

sometimes we can control the fate. But when we can not control the fate, We should enjoy the life to

cherish now. Perhaps in the future there will be an hour completely change your destiny, whether good or bad.

篇二：The Story of an Hour 一小时的故事,英文读后感

The Story of an Hour --By Cave dweller

The story is quite short but impressive. The wife who is afflicted with a heart trouble hears her husband's death. She weeps at once, while heart goes free. Alone, she reflects her life as a wife oppressed by her husband's powerful will. Rejoicing in freedom, death helps her defeat the tyranny in her family. Hoping in a better life, the whole world becomes adorable. When she appears in the public again, at that moment, as the author says \"there was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory\". Until now, everything seems perfectly gratifying. A human being lives up to the command of Isaiah to \"undo the heavy burdens- let the oppressed go free\". As usual, the author has foreseen that a happy ending story is a less than

satisfactory. Here comes the dramatic change. The \"forever gone\" husband returns. The king will regain his throne. The wife will retreat to the corner.

Beholding the man walking bodily into the room, the joyful wife hearts the crashing of her dreamy future. A weak heart can't take the two opposite extremes. Then, she dies suddenly, while expectedly. The doctor says she dies of heart

disease-of joy the kills. While sarcastically, not joy kills, but despair counts.

Kate Chopin writes the story in 1894 which is the starting

process of feminist movement. At that time, the strength of fighting for women's rights is weak and vulnerable. Therefore, the death of the wife implies the unavoidable failure of it.

The story reveals the hiding truth in the seemingly harmonious and happy family: the powerful will of a husband bends the wife in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. In author's opinion, this family tyranny is a kind of crime. Women, especially house wives, ought to live for themselves with independence and dignity. However, in a long history, women's rights are ignored. So

the fighting must take times, while people are patient with the tribulation.

篇三：一小时的故事

一小时的梦

凯特?肖邦 （Kate Chopin:1851-1904）

知道马兰德夫人（Mrs. Mallard）的心脏很衰弱，他们尽可能小心冀冀地把她丈夫死亡的消息告诉她。

玛兰德的姐姐，约瑟芬(Josephine)，断断续续，遮遮掩掩地向她暗示。她丈夫的朋友理查兹(Richards)也在那儿，就在她身边。在列有布伦特?马兰德(Brently Mallard)名字的火车事故遇难者的消息名单传来时，理查兹正好在报社里。第二份电报使他在最快的时间里证明了消息的可靠性。他必须赶在那些不太心细，不太温柔的朋友之前把这个不幸的消息带给马兰德夫人。

她没有像别的女人那样听到丈夫的坏消息就崩溃了。她近似绝望地扑倒在姐姐的怀里嚎啕大哭。当这暴风雨般的悲伤过后，她独自一人回到了自己的房间，不让任何人跟着她。 窗户对面，放着一把舒服的大扶手椅，她疲惫不堪地沉了进去。这种疲惫折磨着她的身体，似乎也正浸入她的灵魂。

她看到了屋外广场上充满新春气息的树梢。空气中弥漫着芬芳的雨的气息。窗户下面的街道上，小贩正在叫卖他的器皿。远处传来缥缈的歌声，数不清的麻雀也在屋檐下叽叽喳喳地唱个不停。

对着她窗户的西边天空上，层层叠叠的云朵之间，露着一绺绺蓝色的天空。

她把头靠在椅背上，非常平静。除了像个孩子哭到睡着还继续呜咽一样，她也偶尔地呜咽一下，这使她有点颤抖。

她很年青，脸庞白皙、安详。脸上的纹路显示着一种压抑或者说是一种力量。但是现在，她那凝望蓝天的双眸，目光茫然。这并不是沉思，更不是一种发呆。

有一种感觉正在向她靠近，那正是她带着恐惧等待的。是什么？她不知道。这种感觉太微妙，太难以捉摸，她说不清楚。但她感觉得到它，它正在空中蔓延，它穿过弥漫于空气中的声音、气味和颜色慢慢地靠近她。

现在，她内心骚动不安。她开始认识到那种向她步步进逼、并且渐渐地控制他的感觉是什么。她努力地想用自己的意志力把这种感觉打回去，但是她的意志力就像她那两只纤细、白皙的双手一样无力。

当她任那种感觉肆意发展的时候，从她微微张开的双唇间喃喃地溢出一个词。她屏住呼吸一遍又一遍地重复着：“自由，自由，自由！”随着那种感觉而来的茫然的目光和恐惧的神色从他的眼里消失了。现在，她的目光炯炯有神。心跳加快，热血温暖了身体的每一个部位，使她感到身心放松。

她没有时间去想此刻拥有的这种欢愉是否恰当。一种清楚的、兴奋的感觉燃烧着她，她根本无暇去顾及那些个琐事。

她知道，当她见到丈夫那双温柔、亲切的双手变得僵硬，那张从来都不会对她吝啬爱意的脸变得毫无表情、灰白如纸的时候，她肯定还会哭的。但在这痛苦之外，她看到了长远的未来，那些只属于她自己的未来岁月。她张开双臂去迎接那些岁月。

在未来的岁月里，她不再活着只是为了别人，而只为她自己。她不必再盲目地屈从于

任何专横的意志。人们总是相信他们有权把自己的意志强加于别人的意志之上。无论其动机善良与否，她突然感到这种做法绝不亚于犯罪。

是的，她曾经爱她，有时爱他。更多的时候，她并不爱她。那有什么关系！爱情这神秘的玩意，在她突然拥有了自我，就是做回她自己的冲动的时候，有什么意义呢？ “自由！身体和灵魂的自由！”她不断地呢喃着。

她姐姐约瑟芬跪在紧闭的门前，把嘴贴在锁空上，恳求着让她进来。“路易斯，开门！我

求你了，把门打开，你会使自己生病的。你在干什么，路易斯？看在上帝的份上，把门打开。” “走开。我不会使自己生病的。”不会的，她正陶醉在窗外那不息的生命里。

她的思想像脱僵的野马一样狂奔着。她想像着未来的日子，春天的日子，夏天的日子，所有将属于她自己的日子。她祈祷着长寿，而就在昨天，她还嫌生命太漫长。

最后，在她姐姐的强烈要求下，她站起来，把门打开。眼里充满了兴奋和胜利，她不知道自己看起来就像胜利的女王一样。她搂住姐姐的腰，一起下楼。理查兹站在下面等他们。 有人拿钥匙开了前门。进来的正是布伦特?马兰德，他有点风尘仆仆，手提旅行袋和雨伞。他离事发现场很远，他甚至不知道发生了车祸。他愣在那儿，对约瑟芬的尖叫感到吃惊，对理查兹快速地把他挡在妻子的视线之外感到吃惊。

但是理查兹已经太迟了。

医生赶来时，他们说她死于心脏病—死于无法承受的兴奋！