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Mr. Know All
I was prepared to dislike Max Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean-going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. You could not hope for a cabin to yourself and I was thankful to be given one in which there were only two berths. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Yokohama, but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow passenger`s name had been Smith or Brown.
When I went on board I found Mr Kelada`s luggage already below. I did not like the look of it; there were too many labels on the suit-cases, and the wardrobe trunk was too big. He had unpacked his toilet things, and I observed that he was a patron of the excellent Monsieur Coty; for I saw on the washing-stand his scent, his hair-wash and his brilliantine. Mr Kelada`s brushes, ebony with his monogram in gold, would have been all the better for a scrub. I did not at all like Mr Kelada. I made my way into the smoking-room. I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience. I had scarcely started before a man came up to me and asked me if he was right in thinking my name was so and so.
"I am Mr Kelada," he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.
"Oh, yes, we`re sharing a cabin, I think."
"Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you`re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I`m all for us English slicking together when we`re abroad, if you understand what I mean."
I blinked.
"Are you English?" I asked, perhaps tactlessly.
"Rather. You don`t think I look like an American, do you? British to the backbone, that`s what I am."
To prove it, Mr Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.
King George has many strange subjects. Mr Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark-skinned, with a fleshy hooked nose and very large, lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I fell pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.
"What will you have?" he asked me.
I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearance the ship was bone-dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.
"Whisky and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word."
From each of his hip pockets he fished a flask and laid it on the table before me. I chose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.
"A very good cocktail," I said.
"Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you`ve got any friends on board, you tell them you`ve got a pal who`s got all the liquor in the world."
Mr Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is nourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr Kelada was familiar." I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put "mister" before my name when he addresses me. Mr Kelada, doubtless to set me at my case, used no such formality. I did not like Mr Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with my game.
"The three on the four," said Mr Kelada.
There is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have had a chance to look for yourself.
"It`s coming out, it`s coming out," he cried. "The ten on the knave."
With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.
Then he seized the pack.
"Do you like card tricks?"
"No, I hate card tricks," I answered.
"Well, I`ll just show you this one."
He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my seat at table.
"Oh, that`s all right," he said. "I`ve already taken a seat for you. I thought that as we were in the same state-room we might just as well sit at the same table."
I did not like Mr Kelada.
I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I could not walk round the deck without his joining me. It was impossible to snub him. It never occurred to him that he was not wanted. He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him downstairs and slammed the door in his face without the suspicion dawning on him that he was not a welcome visitor. He was a good mixer, and in three days knew everyone on board. He ran everything. He managed the sweeps, conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best haled man in the ship. We called him Mr Know-All, even to his face. He took it as a compliment. But it was at mealtimes that he was most intolerable. For the better part of an hour then he had us at his mercy. He was hearty, jovial, loquacious and argumentative. He knew everything better than anybody else, and it was an affront to his overweening vanity that you should disagree with him. He would not drop a subject, however unimportant, till he had brought you round to his way of thinking. The possibility that he could be mistaken never occurred to him. He was the chap who knew. We sat at the doctor`s table. Mr Kelada would certainly have had it all his own way, for the doctor was lazy and I was frigidly indifferent, except for a man called Ramsay who sat there also. He was as dogmatic as Mr Kelada and resented bitterly the Levantine`s cocksureness. The discussions they had were acrimonious and interminable.
Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of this really-made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New York to retell his wife who had been spending a year at home. Mrs Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. The Consular Service is ill-paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achieved an effect of quiet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she possessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. You could not look at her without being struck by her modesty. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.
One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the culture pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted:
"Well, I ought to know what I am talking about. I`m going to Japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. I`m in the trade and there`s not a man in it who won`t tell you that what I say about pearls goes. I know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don`t know about pearls isn`t worth knowing."
Here was news for us, for Mr Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked round the table triumphantly.
"They`ll never be able to get a culture pearl that an expert like me can`t tell with half an eye." He pointed to a chain that Mrs Ramsay wore. "You take my word for it, Mrs Ramsay, that chain you`re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now."
Mrs Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in his eyes.
"That`s a pretty chain of Mrs Ramsay`s, isn`t it?"
"I noticed it at once," answered Mr Kelada. "Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right."
"I didn`t buy it myself, of course. I`d be interested to know how much you think it cost."
"Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on Fifth Avenue shouldn`t be surprised to hear that anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it."
Ramsay smiled grimly.
"You`ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramsay bought that siring at a department store the day before we left New York, for eighteen dollars."
Mr Kelada flushed.
"Rot. It`s not only real, but it`s as fine a siring for its size as I`ve ever seen."
"Will you bet on it? I`ll bet you a hundred dollars it`s imitation."
"Done."
"Oh, Elmer, you can`t bet on a certainty," said Mrs Ramsay.
She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.
"Can`t I? If I get a chance of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it."
"But how can it be proved?" she continued. "It`s only my word against Mr Kelada`s."
"Let me look at the chain, and if it`s imitation I`ll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars," said Mr Kelada.
"Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants."
Mrs Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.
"I can`t undo it," she said. "Mr Kelada will just have to take my word for it."
I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.
Ramsay jumped up.
"I`ll undo it."
He handed the chain to Mr Kelada. The Levantine look a magnifying glass from his pocket and closely examined it. A smile of triumph spread over his smooth and swarthy face. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs Ramsay`s face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.
Mr Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. You could almost see the effort he was making over himself.
"I was mistaken," he said. "It`s a very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn`t real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing`s worth."
He took out his pocket book and from it a hundred-dollar bill. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.
"Perhaps that`ll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend," said Ramsay as he took the note.
I noticed that Mr Kelada`s hands were trembling.
The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had to put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr Know-All had been caught out. But Mrs Ramsay retired to her state-room with a headache.
Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was a small scraping sound and I saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.
"Who`s this from?" He opened it. "Oh!"
He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred-dollar bill. He looked at me and again he reddened. He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.
"Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?" I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.
"No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool," he said.
"Were the pearls real?"
"If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn`t let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe," said he.
At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr Kelada. He reached out for his pocket book and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.

讲的是一个叫罗里的木偶人，他原本是一棵橡树，木匠不顾他的意愿把他从森林里带到自己的家并做成了木偶人，从此罗里的心变得寒冷了，充满报复人类的念头。本文是分享给大家的木偶的森林读后感300字，欢迎阅读。 【篇一：木偶的森林读后感300字】 在一个寒冷的冬天，森林里有一棵橡树。有一只，会魔法的小鸟，把家安到橡树的树冠上。她让橡树变成了一棵有了智慧、会说话的树。树的名字叫罗里。木匠把罗里砍了下来，把他做成了一个木偶人，罗里心中充满了悲伤和仇恨，他用小鸟教的魔法控制动物，想把人类赶出城市。 故事从小熊——白黑黑进城开始，讲到善良的阿灿姑娘和热爱动物的阿汤先生感动了罗里。帮助木偶人——罗里改变了疯狂的想法。这中间阿汤先生，千辛万苦，也没有让罗里那颗冰冷的心变成一颗温暖的心。最后阿灿姑娘用绿色的衣服让罗里回到了森林中，自己树桩身边。同时也让失忆的小熊白黑黑在冬眠前又赶回到森林。爸爸、妈妈见到白黑黑，发现小熊——白黑黑失忆了，他们都十分伤心。木偶人找到了自己的树桩，拿起恢复记忆的魔法，让白黑黑恢复了记忆。熊一家也原谅了罗里。 这个故事告诉我们：如果我们都像阿灿姑娘那样善良、阿汤先生那样热心。从小事做起，爱护环境，爱护自然、爱护动物，那么我们的世界会更加美好。

西游记读后感
读了《西游记》我深有感触，文中曲折的情节和唐僧师徒的离奇经历给我留下了深刻的印象。
本书作者吴承恩为读者讲述了唐僧以及其他的三个徒弟一路上历尽艰险、降妖伏魔经历了九九八十一难取得了真经的故事。正是这离奇的故事情节赢得了广大读者的心，致使此书成为了我国古代的四大名著之一。
《西游记》塑造了四个鲜明的人物形象：唐僧－诚心向佛、顽固执着，孙悟空－正义大胆、本领高超是妖怪们的克星，猪八戒－贪财好色，但又不缺乏善心，沙僧－心地善良、安于天命。这四个人物形象各有特点，性格各不相同，恰好形成了鲜明的对比，这使我不得不佩服作者写作技艺的高超，也许作者善于刻画人物形象便是他的精妙之处。其中我最喜欢的便是孙悟空，因为他神通广大、技艺高超，一路保护唐僧成功地取得了真经，他就成了我心目中的英雄。而且在他身上还有一种叛逆心理，以及他敢于和强大势力做斗争的勇敢的精神令我十分欣赏。
书中写唐僧师徒经理了八十一个磨难有让我联想到了他们的执着、不畏艰险、锲而不舍的精神。这着实是一种值得我们学习的精神。再想想自己的半途而废、虎头蛇尾，我不禁惭愧自己当初为何不能像他们一样坚持到底呢？也许这就是我所缺少的，只要我能把一件事情从头做到尾，不管我是成功了还是失败了，只要我尽力去做了，这对我来说也是一种成功啊！因为我去做了，而且坚持到了最后。
那四本厚厚的名著，是每个自诩热爱中国古代文化的人必须修读的。我自然不能免俗，刀光剑影，勾心斗角，爱恨缠绵，都不适合此时阅读，于是再次翻开了《西游记》，进入了光怪陆离色彩斑斓的神话世界。 这是一部所有人都爱读的经典大作，每个人都能在解读它时获取不同的感受和启示。有人喜欢它鲜明的人物个性；有人喜欢它瑰丽的整体形象；有人喜欢它活泼诙谐的语言；有人干脆把它当作道德修养小说或政治寓言。但在我看来，它什么都不是，它只是“游戏之作”，是一个单纯的神话世界。我在读这本小说时常常有一种共鸣感，想必这是我内心深处对于自由的欲望在呼喊吧！ 一、自由 在经历了又一个个性受制约的学期后，孙悟空这个形象完全激发了我内心潜在的，但根深蒂固的向往——对彻底的自由的向往。孙悟空破土而出，“不优麒麟辖，不优凤凰管，又不优人间王位所拘束”，闯龙宫，闹冥司，在花果山自在称王，可以说已经达到人性摆脱一切束缚，彻底自由的状态。孙悟空其实就是自由的化身，他的品质中最突出的特点就是向往自由，他始终在追求自由，他的一切斗争也都是为了自由。这样一个鲜活的形象给予了我一种寻找自由、追逐自由的力量和勇气。总之，我觉得现代人对于自己的生存状态，尤其是精神方面较为安于现状，缺乏一种开拓进取，寻找更大自由的精神。 二、神话 如今也是一个远离神话的时代。日常生活过于现实，使充满幻想的事物遭到排斥。神话绝非幼稚的产物，它有深邃的哲学意义和丰富的文化内涵。谢林在他的名著《艺术哲学》中说：“神话乃是各种艺术的必要条件的原始质料。《西游记》是中国神话小说的颠峰，也是神话文化的至高境界，然后中国的神话文化渐渐没落了，神话不被人重视，连《西游记》也少有人问津，只有孩子们会被孙悟空征服，于是也只有孩子们抱有对未来浪漫的、梦幻般的希望。” 三、英雄 “英雄”有许多不同解释。《辞海》中说英雄是杰出的人物，曹操说英雄要有包容宇宙之机，吞吐天地之胸。我认为，英雄是那些顽强地掌握自己命运，并为崇高理想而奋斗的人。孙悟空无疑是英雄的典型，他为了自由，为了自己的尊严，不怕与一切进行斗争。正因为这种对抗的差距悬殊，发自内心而拼尽全力的抗争才显得悲壮。明知不可为而为的勇士才能凸现出其英雄本色。 复读《西游记》，让我觉得其不属于一般名著的特点。我相信，也希望它永 远向大家展示着“自由、神话、英雄”三个主题，给大家带来激励和源自内心的力量。
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《红楼梦》读后感
作者：心月方舟 来源：不详 录入：匿名 日期：2005-2-27 字数：1516
纵观人类情恋的演变史，大体可分为史前情感史，古代情感史和现代情感史三个阶段。如果文学史正是人类情感史的一种反映再现，那么《红楼梦》一书在时代中的位置就更加清晰了。宛若一座拱桥，她正好横跨在古代情感史的终结和现代情感史的开端之上。由此看来，《红楼梦》一书和我们这个时代的距离也更加鲜明。作品呈现的古典画卷如此全面逼真地保存着过去时代的影响，使我们得以从中品位出古代人和现代人在情感领域巨大而微妙的异同。我们悲喜交加地看到，人类情感史和理性史一样是在向前进化着，尽管进化的轨迹是如此沉重而迟缓，一步一个脚印，前仆后继，包括血和生命的代价，转眼间焦头烂额，各奔东西。
现代人仍能从灰飞烟灭中感受到强烈的力与美，同时我们不得不承认，这种共鸣的感情中正夹杂着水中望月、雾里看花的疏远与隔膜。这个时代一多半的男人择偶时会选择薛宝钗，至于癫狂情痴的怡红公子，失去他显赫的门第，他在一多半女人的眼里简直就是一文不值。现代人的眼泪肯定越来越少，比过去至少少一条黄河的水份。不知道这意味着情感的荒芜干旱还是精神上的愉悦幸福。人们在情感上变得聪明多变，也更加蒙昧狡猾。他们经常处于言不由衷、情感与理智相悖离的状态，胸怀理想但并不听从理想的召唤。他们有七情六欲，但往往跟情感背道而驰。如果说古典情感时代个人情爱的悲剧来自家族和社会，几无可调，但毕竟是在前进着。作品力所能及地完成了时代赋予的使命，为古典情感史划下了一个丰富多彩的句号。
珠泪滚滚冲跨了红楼，雕梁画栋堆满了石头，昔日的富贵温柔埋进了荒野冢。幸亏木石前盟只是一个美丽的传说，设想宝、黛一旦结合接踵而来的男耕女织、柴米油盐的家庭生活对出弹得破的宝哥哥和林妹妹而言，不啻于另一场崭新的噩梦，至于金玉良缘则不过是张有名无实的过期银票。貌合神离、行尸走肉般的夫妻生活，不是陷入了另一种苦难方式么？生命中不能承受之轻烟般的风花雪月一去不复返了。理想和现实的双重毁灭、精神和肉体都无法取得胜利。恋爱变成病根，女人成了婆姨，男人成了女婿，大观园内一群贵族男女成了世人叹为观止的情爱玩偶。
然而，现代人并不见得会比古人轻松到那里去，相反，他们保存精神之爱的难度更大，阻力不仅来自社会，更主要来自人心本身，它蕴藏的愚蠢和激情似乎仍然大有潜力。斩断了旧问题，繁杂的新问题又在涌现，时代的问号就像一只此起彼伏的九头怪。
人类是万物之灵长，但有时结解决一个难题，却要耗费数千年之久。从《红楼梦》一书到当代文学，这近三百年的时间也许离集体解疑这个问题所需要的时间还差很远，人们仍在迷茫，情感的艰难状态仍然是一个悬念。
《红楼梦》是那个时代一位具有最高思维能力和创造能力的人所能写出的最好的文学巨著。我们在磋叹惋惜的同时又不得不承认，我们这个仍在发光的思想，正在离我们这个时代渐行渐远，早从书中不可弥补的疑难断层开始，它已经在做这种反向运动。
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情感不会过时，过时的是情感方式。每个时代都有悲剧，不尽相同的是悲剧的性质。从这层意义上来讲，现代人需要有总结他们情感史的巨著，有的已经出现，有的仍在以一种“随风潜入夜，润物细无声”的方式静悄悄的孕育着。谁知道呢？未知的一切对创造者构成巨大的挑战和诱惑，奋斗的最终也许只是一个不完美的句号，但他们毕竟已经展开了一幅相对和谐和完整的新生活图卷。
为报答三生石畔神瑛使者的灌溉之恩，下世为人的绛珠仙子决定把一生的眼泪偿还给他。这一感人至深的引子，使得书的字里行间洋溢着古典美的哀婉和感伤。华丽唯美的描情绘景、工整严谨的诗词行文，无边的现实主义的写作规范……不论是在内容上还是在形式上，作者都将古典文学推向了前所未有的高潮。
------- 读《水浒传》有感
作者：匿名 来源：不详 录入：佐尔丹 日期：2005-4-6 字数：1008
《水浒传》一书记述了以宋江为首的一百零八好汉从聚义梁山泊，到受朝廷招安，再到大破辽兵，最后剿灭叛党，却遭奸人谋害的英雄故事。读完全书，印在我脑海里挥之不去的只有两个字：忠，义。
忠，即是对自己的祖国，对自己身边的亲人，朋友尽心竭力。宋江在种种威逼利诱之下，仍然对自己的祖国忠心耿耿，这就是忠；林冲的妻子在林冲被逼上梁山之后，对高俅之子的凌辱，宁死不屈，最终上吊自杀，这也是忠。在当今这个社会中，相信很多人都能做到一个“忠”字，但是，却很少有人能够做到一个“义”字。
一个“义”字，包括了太多的内容。《水浒传》中一百零八好汉为兄弟，为朋友赴汤蹈火，两肋插刀，就只为了一个“义”字；为人民除暴安良，出生入死，也只为一个“义”字。由此可见，一个“义”字虽然只有三笔，有时却要用一个人的生命去写。在现实生活中，给人让座几乎谁都可以做得到，但救人于危难之中却不是谁都可以做到的。因为它需要有相当的勇气，甚至是一命换一命的决心。
义，可以解释为正义。一个具有强烈的正义感的人，就是一个精神高尚的人。古往今来有多少英雄好汉，舍生取义。难道是他们不怕死吗？他们为了正义，为了真理可以奋不顾身，因为强烈的正义感清楚地告诉他们，什么是不该做的，什么是值得用生命去奋斗的。一个没有正义感的人，是不会理解这些的。因为他的正义感已被麻木所吞噬，奋斗的激情已经被冻结，只是他的灵魂被社会中一些丑恶的东西同化了。
我还清楚地记得《水浒传》英雄中有一个黑大汉，他生性鲁莽，性情暴躁，经常为小事与他人发生冲突，甚至搞出人命案。但他却能够路见不平，拔刀相助，令那些丧尽天良的家伙们闻风丧胆。在现实生活中，虽然没有这样惊心动魄的大事发生，但“义”字却渗透着我们的生活。对朋友讲义气，是小义。对素不相识的人或事物也用一种正义的眼光去看待，就是实际意义上的大义。我们中华民族，是一个大义的民族，当日本侵华，多少义气凛然的革命烈士，用他们的满腔热血，誓死不屈，才成就了今日蒸蒸日上的祖国。董存瑞舍身炸暗堡，黄继光用自己的胸膛堵住了敌人的机枪，这些都是炎黄子孙大义的延续，是中国历史上挥之不去的光辉。
一个人，可以不相信神，却不可以不相信“神圣”。当前，我们青少年最主要的任务就是把我们的祖国建设得更加繁荣昌盛。因此，这也是我们民族大义的根本所在。让我们相信这一份“神圣”，用自己的双手去维护这一份“神圣”。
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-《三国演义》读后感
《三国演义》写了三个国家的兴衰史,从桃园三结义至三国归晋共经历了五大时期,便是黄巾之乱,董卓之乱,群雄割据(官渡之战,赤壁之战),三分天下和天下归晋.
黄巾之乱是从桃园三结义开始,讲了黄巾起义之后,东汉政府的反击,出现了刘备,曹操等英雄,而东汉政权也快灭亡了.
董卓之乱是讲董卓入京前后的故事,从何进与十常侍对战到少帝逃出京城,结果被董卓救驾.董卓入京后收买了猛将吕布,又废少帝,立献帝,大权独揽,实施暴政,逼得群雄联军伐董卓,虽然后来联军失败了,但是董卓最后也被吕布所杀.
群雄割据是讲董卓死后,中原诸侯群龙无首,为了扩大自己的地盘互相厮杀,最主要分为三个战区,即北方的袁绍与公孙瓒,江东地区孙策的崛起,中原地区曹操,刘备,吕布,袁术之间的战争.
再后来的三分天下和天下归晋我就不一一细说了,最主要的我想谈谈自己对三国演义的一些认识和看法.
在《三国演义》中,我最欣赏的就是曹操了,虽然为了突出刘备的仁义,他被写成奸诈之人,但是他的军事才能仍然没有抹杀.他在几年的东征西战中,占领了长江以北的大片土地,连少数民族都臣服于他,他是三位郡主中最有才干的,魏也是三国中最强盛的,他奠定了魏国的基础,后来晋国才能统一天下,所以他是一位真真正正的英雄.
对于人才的求贤若渴,也是曹操值得欣赏的地方,曹操为了选拔更多的人才,打破了依据封建德行和门弟高低任用官吏的标准,提出了"唯才是举"的用人方针,于公元210年春天下了一道《求贤令》.曹操在令中一开始就总结历史经验,认为自古以来的开国皇帝和中兴之君,没有一个不是得到贤才和他共同来治理好天下的,而所得的贤才,又往往不出里巷,这绝不是机遇,而是当政的人求,访得来的.有鉴于此,曹操立足现实,指出现在天下未定,正是求贤最迫切的时刻.他希望在左右的人不要考虑出身,帮他把那些出身贫贱而被埋没的贤才发现和推举出来,只要有才能就予以重用.后来,曹操于公元214和217年又下了两道《求贤令》,反复强调他在用人上"唯才是举"的方针.他要求人事主管部门和各级地方官吏在选拔人才上,力戒求全责备,即使有这样那样的缺点也受有关系,只要真有才能就行.经过一番努力,曹魏集中了大量人才,当时各地投奔到曹操门下的人很多,形成猛将如云,谋臣如雨的盛况.而且对于有才干的人曹操还能做到不计前嫌,比如陈琳本来是袁绍的部下,曾经替袁绍起草檄文,骂了曹操的祖宗三代.袁绍失败后,陈琳归降曹操.曹操问他说:"你从前为袁绍写檄之,骂我一个人就可以了,为什么要骂到我的祖宗三代,陈琳连忙谢罪.曹操爱惜他的文才,不仅对他不处罪,还照样任用他.
曹操的成功不仅因为他的杰出才能和善于招揽人才,还在于他有着豁达的胸襟和广阔的胸怀.在赤壁的惨败之后,曹操并未一筹莫展,而是笑着说了一句"今北方仍由我所据",并且三次大笑展现出他对待挫折的乐观态度.曹操同时也是个很有文学情趣的人,喜欢作文赋诗,即使大战在即也情趣不改,他的许多诗作都是乐府中的名篇.
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读《三国演义》有感
怀着激动的心情,我第三次翻开了古典文学名著《三国演义》。
曹操的诡诈,刘备的谦逊,孔明的谨慎,周瑜的心胸狭窄,每一个人物都具有不同的性格,作者刻画的淋漓尽致,细细品味,让读者仿佛进入了一种境界。
故事的主要内容是以智和勇来依次展开的，但是我认为智永远是胜过勇的。比如：在西城，孔明用空城计吓退了司马懿率领的十五万大军。此种例子举不胜数。
可是在故事中也有“智不划谋，勇不当敌，文不拿笔，武不动枪”的。像汉室刘禅，整日饮酒作乐，不理朝政，心甘情愿的把蜀国献出，最后竟然上演了让天下人耻笑的事情，乐不思蜀。谁会想到一个国家的统治者能做出这样的时移俗易的事情来呢？
有勇无谋，大敌当前，只能拼死征战。吕布，颜良都是典型的例子：如果吕布在白门楼听从谋士的计策，何必被曹操吊死在城门上呢？如果颜良把刘备在河北的事情和关羽说清楚，哪儿至于被义气的关羽所砍呢？古人云：大勇无谋，祸福占其，祸居上，福临下，入阵必中计，死无不目。
再谈谈国家，魏，曾经煊赫一时；蜀，曾经功成不居；吴，曾经名震江东。这么来看，从国家就可以反映出国君的性格。曹操，欺压百姓；刘备，爱民如子；孙权，称霸江东。
如果说魏国在三国里智谋最强，一点也不为过。曹操的用兵堪称举世无双，司马懿就更是用兵如神。但是两个人都有自己致命的弱点：曹操多疑，司马懿太过阴险。再说蜀国，首当其冲的必定是伏龙诸葛亮。他那过人的机智，娴熟的兵阵，无不让后人叹为观止。还有像凤雏庞统、姜维、徐蔗等等一些人物，但是我认为都不如孔明。吴，一个占据三江六郡的国度，能算得上是有谋略的，也就是周瑜了，少年时期的周瑜就熟读兵书，精通布阵。经过一番刻苦的努力，终于当上了水军大都督，总统水兵。不过他太过于嫉妒，死正中年时。从这些人物和国家我们不难看出人的性格的重要性。性格关系着成功。
每个人都有自己的目标，只要踏踏实实，仔仔细细（的）地走好追求成功过程中的每一段路，相信成功一定会不远的。