If I become a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves, mom, will you know me?
If you cry and say, "Where are you, son?" "I was there secretly laughing, but I didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk past the golden flower shaded by green trees, and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.
When you have lunch, sit at the window and read. gt； When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
2. What are Tagore's poems about "maternal love" 1? Tagore has only one poem about "maternal love", and that is "Golden Flower". The original text is as follows:
Jinhua
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat in front of the window and read "y m 4 n".
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom."
That's what you and I were trying to say.
2. Appreciate:
(1) The Golden Flower is undoubtedly a work full of bold and novel imagination. The poet borrowed the imitation of "Golden Flower" to make childlike innocence seem real and unreal.
(2) Usually, when people write about a child's innocence and naughtiness, they can only think about how cute and naughtiness he is, how he behaves like a fool in front of his mother, or deliberately creates contradictions to attract her more attention and care.
(3) Tagore's imagination is often beyond people's expectation, and he chose the metaphor of "golden flower" to deal with this common theme. Most great writers have this talent. They are good at digging out unusual miracles in what people take for granted.
3. About the author: Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 year-1941year) is a famous Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. 1861On May 7th, Rabindranath Tagore was born into a wealthy aristocratic family in Kolkata. 19 13 years, together with gitanjali, he became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views, and Tagore's poems enjoy epic status in India, such as Gitanjaly, Birds, Sand in the Eyes, Four Men, Family and the World, Gardeners Collection, New Moon, The Last Poetry, Gora and Crisis of Civilization.
3. Poems about Motherly Love Tagore's aphorisms and proverbs praising his mother:
Motherly love is a huge flame. -romain rolland (France)
Motherly love will never dry up. -Goncharov (Su)
Motherly love is a simple, natural, rich and inexhaustible thing in women's hearts, just like a major factor in life. -Balzac (France)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong. -Hugo (France)
Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! Tagore (India)
Motherly love not only refers to the mother's love for the child, but also includes the child's love for the mother. -Munir Nassov (Kuwait)
Mother is the only force that can make death yield-Gorky
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Gorky
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
Eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
A traveler's song
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.
Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.
Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise,
A free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me?
Mother looked at me anxiously.
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?
Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the train, the flute ...
Holding hands tightly through the window.
Mother's love
We also love our mother. Half brilliant and half brilliant.
But mom doesn't love us. That's where the spring breeze passes.
We like streams.
Mom, dear is the ocean, our happiness.
It's the smile on mom's face.
Dew on Achnatherum splendens illuminates our pain.
Round and bright is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
That's light from the sun. We may go far away.
But I can't walk out of my mother's square.
April day
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
4. Tagore and Bing Xin's poem "Paper Boat" about maternal love-for mother.
backbone
I/never/accidentally discarded/a piece of paper,
Always/keep-keep,
Stacked/one after another/very small/boats,
From the boat/into the sea.
Some were blown into the boat/window by the wind,
Some of them/got wet by the waves/stuck to the bow.
I am/still/not discouraged/piling up every day.
I always hope/have a place/where I can flow/I miss it/go.
Mom, if you/dream/see/a small/white boat,
Don't/surprise/dream for no reason.
This is/your beloved/daughter/tearful/folded,
Wanshui/Qian Shan, ask it/carrying/her love/and sorrow/going home.
Appreciate:
The poet used vivid metaphors to convey the feelings of maternal love, and his writing was sincere and touching.
This kind of praise for maternal love accounts for a considerable proportion in Stars and Spring Water. It can be said that it is the affectionate praise of maternal love that lays the deep and delicate emotional tone of these two works. Closely connected with the praise of maternal love is the treasure of childlike innocence, childlike interest, childlike innocence and all new things. In the poet's eyes, the world full of innocence and childlike interest is the most beautiful world on earth.
Tagore
Jinhua
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat in front of the window and read "y m 4 n".
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom."
That's what you and I were trying to say.
Make an appreciative comment
"Golden Flower" is undoubtedly a work full of bold and novel imagination, and the poet borrows the imitation of "Golden Flower" to make the childlike heart look like an illusion.
Usually, when people write about a child's innocence and naughty, they can only think about how cute and naughty he is, how he spoiled in front of his mother, or deliberately said contradictory words to attract her more attention and concern.
Tagore's imagination is often unexpected, and he chose the metaphor of "golden flower" to deal with this common theme. Most great writers have this talent. They are good at digging out unusual miracles in what people take for granted.
5. Tagore's poems about childlike innocence and maternal love
Boy, you are so happy. You have been sitting in the dirt all morning, playing with the broken branches.
I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.
I'm busy with the accounts, adding figures there hour by hour.
Maybe you are looking at me and thinking: this boring game wasted your good time in the morning!
Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.
I look for expensive toys and collect gold and silver.
You, whatever you find, play your happy game. As for me, I waste my time and energy on what I will never get.
I struggled to sail across the sea of desire in my fragile canoe and forgot that I was playing games there.
astronomer
I just said, "The full moon hangs on the branches of Catambo at night. Can anyone catch it?"
My brother smiled at me: "Son, you are really the stupidest child I have ever seen. The moon is so far away from us, who can catch it? "
I said, "Brother, you are so stupid! When mom looks out the window and smiles and looks down at our game, can you also say that she is far away? "
My brother still said, "You silly child! But, son, where are you going to find a net big enough to catch the moon? "
I said, "You can naturally catch it with both hands."
But my brother still smiled and said, "You are really the stupidest child I have ever seen! If the moon comes near, you will know how big it is. "
I said, "Brother, what you teach at school is really useless! Does mom look big when she bows her head and kisses us? " But my brother still said, "You are such a silly child."
Yunhelang
Mom, the people who live in the clouds are calling me.
"We play from waking to the end of the day.
"We play with the golden dawn, and we play with the silver moon."
I asked, "But how can I contact you?"
They replied, "Come to the edge of the earth, raise your hand to the sky, and you will be caught by the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home," I said. "How can I leave her?"
So they laughed and floated away.
But I know a better game, mom.
I am the cloud and you are the moon.
I cover you with my hands. Our roof is blue sky.
People who live on the waves call to me.
"We sing from morning till night; We go forward, go forward, and don't know where we have gone. "
I asked, "But how can I join your team?"
They told me, "Come to the shore, stand there, close your eyes, and you will be taken to the waves."
I said, "In the evening, my mother often lets me stay at home. How can I leave her! " "
So they came running, laughing and jumping.
But I know a better game.
I am a wave, and you are a strange shore.
I rushed in, rushed in, rushed in, and broke into your thigh with a smile.
No one in the world will know where we are.
6. Tagore's maternal love poem "Mother"
I don't remember my mother,
Just in the middle of my game
Sometimes it seems that a tune revolves around my toy.
It's the song she hummed when she shook my cradle.
I don't remember my mother,
But in the early autumn morning,
Albizia flowers float in the air,
The smell of morning prayers in the temple blows me like a mother.
I don't remember my mother,
Only when I look at the blue sky in the distance from my bedroom window,
I want my mother to stare at my face.
Filled the whole sky.
7. Tagore's poem praising maternal love If I become a golden flower, I will happily grow on a tall branch, swing in the air with a smile and dance on new leaves. Mom, will you know me? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work. When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk past the golden flowers shaded by green trees, and walk to the courtyard where you pray (d m: o), you will smell the flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me.
When you sit at the window and read Ramayana after lunch, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees. I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child? When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
8. Tagore's famous saying about maternal love seems to be
Tagore
I don't remember my mother.
Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a tune.
Spinning around on my toy
She is shaking my cradle.
Those songs I hummed.
I don't remember my mother.
But in the early autumn morning,
The smell of acacia flowers is floating in the air.
The smell of morning prayers in the temple
It's like blowing my mother's breath to me.
I don't remember my mother.
It's just that when I look through the bedroom window,
Looking at the blue sky in the distance
in my opinion
My mother cured my eyes.
Filled the whole sky