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英语影评 《蜘蛛侠2》_大学英语作文 Tonight I watched the movie for the third time. I really enjoy this film so much. So what’s your choice between being a common person or a hero with people’s respects? Most people will choose the latter. But what will be your choice if the cost is laying your lover among the risks? What will it be if the cost is you can never tell the girl, who you love so much, that you love her? The spider man had this contradiction. But finally he still chose the latter, not in order to be a hero, but to make this word peaceful. I was so moved by the words the Aunt Mary said: You will never guess what he wants to be, the spider man. He knows the hero when he sees one, too a few characters out there, flying all around out there, saving old girls like me. Lord knows kids like Henry need hero courageous, sacrificing for people, setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People enthrone them, cheer them, scream their names and years later they will tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse the one who taught them to hold on to stand longer. I believe there is a hero in all of us. They keep us be honest, give us strength, make us noble, and finally allow us to die with proud. Ever though sometimes we have to initiatively give up the thing we want most, even our dreams. Spider man did that for Henry, so he wants to know where he is gone. He needs him. The spider man got much from these words, so did I. And what about you? what’s the hero lying in you? 1 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 2 From the seas and the streams; 3 I bear light shade for the leaves when laid 4 In their noonday dreams. 5 From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 6 The sweet buds every one, 7 When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast, 8 As she dances about the sun. 9 I wield the flail of the lashing hail, 10 And whiten the green plains under, 11 And then again I dissolve it in rain, 12 And laugh as I pass in thunder. 13 I sift the snow on the mountains below, 14 And their great pines groan aghast; 15 And all the night ‘tis my pillow white, 16 While I sleep in the arms of the blast. 17 Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, 18 Lightning my pilot sits; 19 In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, 20 It struggles and howls at fits; 21 Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, 22 This pilot is guiding me, 23 Lured by the love of the genii that move 24 In the depths of the purple sea; 25 Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, 26 Over the lakes and the plains, 27 Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, 28 The Spirit he loves remains; 29 And I all the while bask in Heaven’s blue smile, 30 Whilst he is dissolving in rains. 31 The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, 32 And his burning plumes outspread, 33 Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, 34 When the morning star shines dead; 35 As on the jag of a mountain crag, 36 Which an earthquake rocks and swings, 37 An eagle alit one moment may sit 38 In the light of its golden wings. 39 And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, 40 Its ardours of rest and of love, 41 And the crimson pall of eve may fall 42 From the depth of Heaven above, 43 With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest, 44 As still as a brooding dove. 45 That or [1] [2] 下一页 FLOWERS and coconut leaves are daily necessities in Balinese life. Along with cooked rice, they are normal gifts to gods as the natives of Bali, 鈥淚sland of Sacrifices鈥? set offerings in front of their houses every day, not to mention on special dates. 銆€銆€You get a glimpse of the islanders’ carefree lifestyle from the common scene of small clusters of farmers enjoying a leisurely chat by the paddy fields, having laid down their hoes. A recess could easily last two or three hours, according to our guide. 銆€銆€On my recent visit, I noticed automobiles festooned with designs woven out of coconut leaves on their fronts. It turned out that sacrifices had just been offered with a prayer for road safety. The fast growth of tourism and traffic had brought about frequent accidents on the island, prompting the natives to add 鈥渟afe driving鈥?to their sacrificial calendar. 銆€銆€The Balinese entrust everything in life to divine providence. Even when a house is virtually burnt down, our local guide told us, people would celebrate their good fortune if any part of it were spared by the fire. Such contentment is what leads the islanders through life in their peculiar happy-go-lucky manner. 銆€銆€Once at nightfall, when passing the swimming-pool at my hotel, I caught sight of some Balinese dancers in ethnic costumes getting ready for their performance. With delicate care, the girls picked their head adornments from the flower-bed and fixed the blossoms on to their hair. 本文来源：https://www.dywdw.cn/90fb4492842458fb770bf78a6529647d2628345d.html
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2023-03-20
