英语影评 《蜘蛛侠2》_大学英语作文

2021年1月25日发(作者：成全妻子与初恋情人)
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 rock
ed 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,