小王子，住在一个荒无人烟的星球上。那个星球只有三座火山和一朵玫瑰花，可见那个星，是多少，每天他都挖树猴面包树根。小编在此整理了小王子的英文读后感，供大家参阅，希望大家在阅读过程中有所收获!
小王子的英文读后感1
I have read many fairy tale books, but the most exciting one is LittlePrince, which tells many stories about the little prince during his interstellarjourney.
Let's take a look at the little prince's world: the little prince lives ona deserted planet. There are only three volcanoes and a rose on that planet. Itcan be seen how many stars there are. Every day, he digs the roots of baobabtrees. One day, roses grow out. From then on, they become good friends. Thelittle prince watered the roses to catch insects, and the little prince wasbored and left his home.
On the third planet, there lived a drunkard. The little prince asked thedrunkard a lot of questions, but the drunkard said that the little princecouldn't understand it at all. Finally, the little prince left silently.
The little prince, after walking through one planet after another, finallycame to the earth. He found that there were many roses exactly the same as hisoriginal ones. Under the guidance of the little fox, he also knew that the onlything that was needed for each other was that rose, which was unique.
The little prince, although it is only the work that the author made in onego in a short time. But it has profound creative background and implication. Itis not only a fairy tale book, but also the crystallization of philosophy andthinking. Self-reflection: We should also learn to cherish the unique rose inour hearts.
After reading this book, I firmly believe that we are all children whopursue happiness.
小王子的英文读后感2
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, untilI had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago.Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic norany passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It wasa question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to lasta week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles fromany human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft inthe middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when Iwas awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
"If you please-- draw me a sheep!"
"What!"
"Draw me a sheep!"
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. Ilooked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, whostood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the bestportrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainlyvery much less charming than its model.
That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in mypainter‘s career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything,except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out ofmy head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand milesfrom any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be strayinguncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirstor fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle ofthe desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was ableto speak, I said to him: "But-- what are you doing here?"
And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matterof great consequence: "If you please-- draw me a sheep..."
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as itmight seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger ofdeath, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then Iremembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history,arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) thatI did not know how to draw. He answered me:"That doesn‘t matter. Draw me asheep..."
But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures Ihad drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And Iwas astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with, "No, no, no! I do notwant an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerouscreature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is verysmall. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."
So then I made a drawing.
He looked at it carefully, then he said: "No. This sheep is already verysickly. Make me another."
So I made another drawing.
My friend smiled gently and indulgently. "You see yourself," he said, "thatthis is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."
So then I did my drawing over once more.
But it was rejected too, just like the others. "This one is too old. I wanta sheep that will live a long time."
By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to starttaking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
And I threw out an explanation with it.
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."
I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my youngjudge:
"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep willhave to have a great deal of grass?"
"Why?"
"Because where I live everything is very small..."
"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very smallsheep that I have given you."
He bent his head over the drawing:
"Not so small that-- Look! He has gone to sleep..."
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.
小王子的英文读后感3
Once when i was six years old, i saw a magnificent picture in a book,calledtrue stories from nature, about the primeval forest. it was a picture of a boaconstrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. here is a copy of thedrawing.
in the book it said:" boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, withoutchewing it. after that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the sixmonths that they need for digestion."
i pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. and after somework with a colored pencil i succeeded in making my first drowing,my drawingnumber one. it looked like this:
i showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether thedrawing frightened them.
but they answered:"frighten? why should any one be frightened by ahat?"
my drawing was not a picture of a hat. it was a picture of a boaconstrictor digesting an elephant. but since the grown-ups were not able tounderstand it, i made another drawing: i drew the inside of the boaconstrictor,so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. they always need to havethings explained. my drawing number two looked like this:
the grown-ups response,this time, was to adviseme to lay aside my drawingof boa constrictors,whether from the inside or the outside and devote myselfinstead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. that is why, at the ageof six, i gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. i hadbeen disheartened by the failure of my drawing number one and my drawing numbertwo. grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it si tiresome forchildren to be always and forever explaining things to them.
so then i chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes.
i have flown a little over all parts of the world:and it is ture thatgeography has been very useful to me. at a glance i can distinguish china fromarizona. if one gets lost in the night,such knowledge is valuable.
小王子的英文读后感4
Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your onlyentertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that newdetail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed toyourself. You said to me:
"I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sunis setting over France.
If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into thesunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But onyour tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a fewsteps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-foursunset?"
But the little prince made no reply.
On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret ofthe little prince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to leadup to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation onhis problem, he demanded:
"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
"Even flowers that have thorns?"
"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."
"Then the thornswhat use are they?"
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a boltthat had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becomingclear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had solittle drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thornswhat use are they?"
The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As forme, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that cameinto my head:
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."
"Oh!"
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed backat me, with a kind of resentfulness:
"I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. Theyreassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns areterrible weapons…"
I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this boltstill won't turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the littleprice disturbed my thoughts.
"And you actually believe that the flowers"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I don't believe anything. I answered youthe first thing that came into my head. Don't you seeI am very busy with mattersof consequence!"
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Matters of consequence!"
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black withengine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"
That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:
"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
The little prince was now white with rage.
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millionsof years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matterof consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble togrow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheepand the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is uniquein the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheepcan destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he isdoingOh! You think that is not important!"
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in allthe millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my floweris there…' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will bedarkened…And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what momentnow was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, myplanet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in myarms and rocked him. I said to him:
"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle foryour sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did notknow how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in handwith him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
小王子的英文读后感5
The story of Little Prince is both beautiful and sad: the pilot "I" wasforced to land in the Sahara Desert far away from people because of the planefailure, when a charming and mysterious little boy appeared and obstinatelyasked "I" to draw him a sheep. He is a little prince, pure and melancholy. Hecomes from an unknown asteroid in the solar system. He loves to ask questions,but never answers other people's questions.
During the conversation, the secretof the little prince was gradually revealed, and he left angrily because of theemotional entanglement with his beautiful and proud roses. He roamed the worlds,visited the worlds of kings, conceited people, drunks, businessmen, lamplightersand geographers, and finally landed on the earth, trying to find a good way torelieve loneliness and pain. In The Little Prince, I learned a responsibilitycalled "domestication". When the fox described his heart to the little prince,he said, "If you tame me, my life will be full of sunshine, and your footstepswill become different from others.
Other people's footsteps will make me hideunder the ground quickly, and your footsteps will call me out of the cave likemusic. Do you see the wheat field over there ... You have golden hair, andgolden wheat will remind me of you, and I will be happy.