典范英语6读后感

《吵闹的邻居》讲述的的是：吝啬鬼Mr Flinch 十分讨厌邻居发出的声响，为此，他用了许多诡计，但都没有成功。最后，因此倾家荡产，但还是没有摆脱他的邻居。读了这本书，我明白了一个道理：我们应当热爱生活而不是成天埋怨，只要你真心热爱生活，它也必将给你最好的回报。 " Noisy neighbours " tells the story of the miser is: Mr Flinch very hate neighbors sound, therefore, he used many tricks, but without success. Finally, therefore dissipate one's fortune, but still did not cast off his neighbor. Reading this book, I understand a truth: we should not always complain about life and love, as long as you really love life, it will also give you the best return.

《皮皮公主的假期》讲述的是原本骄横的皮皮公主在一次海边旅行时，结交了一个好朋友paisy，在她的帮助下改掉了身上的缺点。这本书给我的启示是：一个好的朋友，将可以使你终身受益匪浅，因为他可以潜移默化地影响你，改变你不良的陋习，成就你的人生。

" Pippi Princess holiday " is the story of the original proud Pippi princess in a trip to the seaside, making a good friend paisy, help her to get rid of the shortcomings. This book gives me inspiration is: a good friend, can make you lifelong

benefit, because he can influence character by environment impact on you, change your bad habits, the achievements of your life.

《哦，奥托讲述》的是：初入学校，屡屡闹笑话的外星男孩奥托在一次寻宝任务中表现出色，从而得到了大家的肯定，读了这本书，我明白了：我们应当勇于思索勇于拼搏，不论你的资质是否优良。这样往往给我们一个更美好的生活。

" Oh, Otto tells " is: in the beginning of the school, often joke alien boy Otto in a treasure hunt in performance, thereby get affirmation, reading this book, I know: we should be brave enough to think the courage to struggle, regardless of your qualifications excellent. This often gives us a more wonderful life.

《科密特船长和紫色星球》讲述的是：在一次太空航行中，科密特船长发现了一颗行星，可当他走进观望时才发现那所谓的“行星”不过是一个全身长满尖刺的巨大地紫色怪物。我从中的得到的启示是：任何事物不能只观察它的表象，更应该观察它的本质，从而了解它真正的面目。

" Kermit the captain and purple planet " is about: in a space voyage, kmet captain found a planet, but when he entered and found that the so-called " planet " is a whole body covered with

a huge purple monster. I'm from the enlightenment is: anything can not only observe its appearance, should observe the nature of it, so as to understand its true colors.

 

第二篇：典范英语6-2

Noisy Neighbours

1 Mr Flinch

In a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.

It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.

Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.

On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.

Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.

On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.

Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.

He put his fingers in his ears.

He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.

They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.

Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!

Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good. Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.

He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said.

Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.

But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.

Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.

‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:

2 Nasty Tricks

Mr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.

‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!’

At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and – carefully, carefully – crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’

‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with ghosts!’

Then he climbed back into bed.

Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.

Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.

Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’

Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’

‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’

Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’

She did.

Poppy still had to teach music all day.

But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.

It was all too much for Mr Flinch.

3 Mr Flinch has a Plan

Mr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.

He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.

‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.

‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move out as soon as I can sell the house!’

Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.

‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.

She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’

Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.

He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!’

In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.

Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.

4 Moving Day

Mr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.

‘Going already are you, you pest?’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’

Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.

‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’

Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.

‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.

Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.

They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.

Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: ‘There’s no place like home!’

Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.