1. Tagore’s poems about roses 6
Tagore’s poems about roses 6 1. Are there any poems about roses?
Robert Burns (1759~ 1796) English poet.
a red, red rose "A red rose"
o my luve's like a red, red rose Ah, my lover is like a red, red rose,
that's new spring in june： budding in June;
o my luve's like the melodie ah, my love is like a melody,
that's sweetly play'd tune. The sound of music is beautiful and melodious.
as fair art thou, my bonnie lass. You are so beautiful, beautiful girl,
so deep in luve am i: I love you so deeply;
and i will luve thee still, my dear, I will love you forever, my dear,
till a'the seas gang dry. Until the seas dry up.
till a'the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi'the sun; Until the sun melts the rocks!
o i will luve thee still, my dear, I will love you forever, my dear,
while the sands o'life shall run. As long as life is endless.
and fare thee week, my onlu luve! Farewell, my only love,
and fare thee awhile! Goodbye, farewell for a moment!
and i will come again, my luve, I will come back, my love,
tho'it were ten thousand mile. Even if we are thousands of miles apart!
Appreciation of "A Red Rose"
This poem comes from the poet's "Collection of Poems Mainly Written in Scottish Dialect". It is the most widely circulated poem in the collection. The poet wrote this poem to give it to his lover, the girl Qien. In the poem, the poet praises the beauty of his lover and expresses his passionate feelings and firm determination for love.
The beginning of the poem uses a vivid metaphor - red roses. It vividly describes the beauty of the lover, and also expresses the feelings in the poet's heart. In the poet's heart, lovers not only have an intoxicating appearance, but also have a soft and agile soul, like a piece of music, conveying the beautiful soul in a tactful and moving way.
The poet's love for his lover is so real, affectionate and passionate. What kind of love is that! ——Love until the sea orange turns to stone. This kind of love focus reminds people of the ancient Chinese folk song: "I want to know you. I want to know you. My life will never fade. There are no hills in the mountains. The rivers are exhausted. There are thunders in winter. Rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are united. I dare to be with you." Absolutely." The poet's pathos and tenderness can be illustrated by a sentence from the Book of Songs: "Holding your hand, we grow old together." How resolute and long it is!
The flame of love burns strongly in the poet's heart, and the poet longs for a beautiful result. However, the poet was already short of money at this time. The poet knew that he could not bring happiness to his lover at this time, and he already had a premonition that he was going to leave. But Zhengren firmly believes that this parting is just a temporary farewell, and he will definitely come back.
This poem is the poet's representative work. It pioneered British romantic poetry and had a great influence on Keats, Byron and others. The poet's smooth and pleasant tone, simple words and warm and sincere emotions touched the hearts of millions of lovers. This poem also made this poem a classic that people have sung ever since it came out. The poetry absorbs the characteristics of folk songs. The use of spoken language makes the poetry catchy, which greatly displays the characteristics and charm of folk songs. Reading it makes people feel that there seems to be a primitive impulse in the poem, a primitive flow of life flowing. In addition, repeated sentences are used in the poem, which greatly enhances the emotional intensity of the poem. In this poem of only 16 lines, there are as many as a dozen words involving "love". However, it does not make people feel repetitive or cumbersome. On the contrary, it further strengthens the intensity of the poet's love for his lover and the richness of his emotions. .
2. Poems about roses
1. Live, believe me, don’t wait for tomorrow, pick the roses of life today. ——Lonza
2. Let those who look at the rose also look at its thorns.
——India Tagore
3. What does the name have to do with it? Call a rose by another name and it will still be fragrant. ——English·Shakespeare
4. I heard that jade was planted in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was brought back to fight with the new makeup. But I suspect that peach and plum boast three colors, and they will have the first fragrance of spring. ——"Rose" by Qiu Jin of the Qing Dynasty
5. The sun is high and I walk down the hall steps leisurely, the grass is thin and the spring sand is not embroidered shoes. I broke off a rose and gave it to you as a phoenix hairpin. ——Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Poems"
6. Give roses to others, and the fragrance will remain in your hands.
7. Although a person can grow as beautiful as a rose, her beauty will eventually disappear. ——Swinburne, England
8. No matter how gorgeous and talented a woman is, if there is no love, she is just a rose waiting to wither. ——Zhang Ailing
9. Life is not full of roses, but sometimes the thorns on the road sting you. ——Balzac, France
10. The musk sticks are bright and clear, and the shark gauze is covered with green. The palace makeup is approaching the dawn, and the brocade section is in the east wind. In the powerless spring smoke, I am sad in the evening rain. I don’t know what it means, but there are two shades of red. ——Tang Yanqian's "Rose"
11. Roses are beautiful, but what is even more beautiful is the fragrance they contain. ——British Shakespeare
12. If it is a rose, it will always bloom. ——Germany Goethe
13. Life is not all roses, there are also stinging thorns. ——Russian Goncharov
14. Human beings are plants that make thoughts bloom and bear fruit, just like roses blooming on a rose tree and apples on an apple tree. ——Antoine Fabre Dorivi
15. My friend, you are the warm rose that opens for me in this desolate world. Hide my deep melancholy deep in the heart of your friend! ——France Du Gal
16. Idealists are people who, as soon as they notice that roses are more fragrant than cabbage, they conclude that it can make better soup. ——American Mencken
17. Oh, my friend, this is what I mean from the bottom of my heart. Because of you, the blue sky is vast; because of you, the roses are red and gorgeous. ——Emerson, USA
18. I would rather have roses on the table than diamonds on my neck. ——Goldman
19. The rich creation of the child’s soul compensates for the increasing poverty of the mother’s soul. Youth is like a rose, old age is like a crown of thorns. ——Hebrew
20. Looking at the rose tree in spring, the Song family is next to it to the west. The door is covered with dark leaves, and the wall is covered with flying flowers. The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path. Beautiful makeup, worried about sunset, tears streaming down the window screen. ——"Fragrant Tree" by Li Shuqing of the Tang Dynasty
21. What does the name itself mean? The flower we call a rose would smell just as sweet by any other name. ——France·Hugo
22. Guan Yueji has the same name and is not related to Qiangwei. The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and the flower is light and dark red. The winds and rivers are all in their own way, so how can the rain and dew create their own merits? There is no country where the incense cannot be collected, and the poet is intoxicated and sinks into the water. ——"Red Rose" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
3. Poetry describing roses
Original publisher: Wu Xiongwei
Li Jianxun's spring poem describing roses Rigao walked leisurely down the hall steps, the grass was fine and the grass was thin, Chunsha had no embroidered shoes. I broke off a rose and gave it to you as a phoenix hairpin. Lyrics to Wen Tingyun's Dance· Qu Zhe's lyrics The willows linger on the bridge in green, and the roses on the ground are red. The embroidered shirt is made of gold and jade, and the flower bun is made of jade. The fragrance of the rain is latent and moist, and the spring water is dark. The dream in the painting building is over, the sunny sun shines in the Xiangfeng. Li Shuqing looks at the rose tree in Fangshuchun, and the Song family is next to it to the west. The door is covered with dark leaves, and the wall is covered with flying flowers. The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path. Beautiful makeup, worried about sunset, tears streaming down the window screen. Rose Qiji is basically like a rose, with numerous thorns blooming outward. The fragrant bushes are tall and there are shelves, and the ground is red and mossy. Go live and watch the idlers, the clear sky will bring butterflies from afar. The peonies bloomed for a few days before disappearing into the dust. Xu Ning wrote about the peony of Kaiyuan Temple. This flower is difficult to grow in the south, and I feel ashamed that monk Xian deliberately planted it. The petrel looks at it frequently in sympathy, and the wasp lingers even more unaware of it. The peony in vain is jealous, and the rose is too ashamed to bloom. Only a few red calyxes are there, and their fragrance is just waiting for someone to leave. Xu Wei's lanterns are better than burning wax and burning silver. Jiuhua is red and blooms with roses. It only blooms in the cold light of winter nights, not in a warm place near the spring breeze. It's rare to see it just because it can bring happiness, don't pick it for fear of turning into ashes. Greedy ointment attached to heat often causes misunderstandings, and moths come to repay it. Xu Wei's direct inspector Wu Zhu moved to the roses. Fangfei moved from Yuewang Terrace, most like roses planted together. The beauty of the flower is better than the painting, whoever praises it will give it a rose. The beautiful scenery hidden in spring is blown away by the wind, and the sky is dyed with Qiongyao and the sun is shining. In order to repay Zhu Yi's early invitation to guests, don't teach the scattered people to leave the green moss. Zhang Bi's peony fragrance is clear and powdery, and she resents the end of spring. Butterflies' wings and bees' beards fall in love with the stamen dust. Leaning leisurely against the evening breeze creates a sense of despair, and staying in silence late in the day will lead you to follow the rules. Don't treat pomegranates as green suo, so that they can be close neighbors with roses. If you are scattered and follow Mu Yu, you should be worried about killing the separated people. Qijijiang Temple's spring remnants sent two poems to confidants in the curtain. Who was sent to the west to bear Yue Yun's back? Why did he return freely? The beetles and lilies in the mountain niche respond to the remaining snow, and the roses in the river temple celebrate spring again. I had no bachelor's degree at an early age, but I failed at the end of my life
4. Poems related to roses
"Spring Poems" by Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
Rigao walked leisurely down the hall On the steps, the grass is fine and Chunsha has no embroidered shoes. I broke off a rose and gave it to you as a phoenix hairpin.
"Dance Song Lyrics." "Qu Tuo's Ci" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The willows are green on the bridge, and the roses are red on the ground. The embroidered shirt is wrapped in gold, and the flower bun is decorated with jade.
The fragrance of the rain is latent and moist, and the spring water is dark. The dream in the painting building is over, the sunny sun shines in the Xiangfeng.
"Fragrant Tree" by Li Shuqing of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the rose tree in spring, the Song family is next to it to the west. The door is covered with dark leaves, and the wall is covered with flying flowers.
The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path. Beautiful makeup, worried about sunset, tears streaming down the window screen.
"Red Rose" by Yang Wanli of the Southern Song Dynasty
Unless Guan Yue has the same name, he is not related to Qiangwei.
The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and one flower is light and dark red.
The winds and rivers have their own branches, so how can the rain and dew create their own merits?
There is no national fragrance that cannot be harvested, and the poet is smoked into the water.
"Fenghe Li Sheren Kun Ji chanted roses and sent them to Xu Shilang" by Lu Lun of the Tang Dynasty
A single crane sends smoke and frost, and a pair of Luan misses the late fragrance.
The old shadow is in the house, and the new beauty is out of the wall.
The butterflies scatter and sway in the light dew, and the orioles go into the sunset with their mouths in their mouths.
The rainy morning beats the brocade, and the windy night drama burns incense.
When the sun breaks, there are thousands of layers of beauty, and the lonely clouds are full of light.
When you come close, you will notice that there are few leaves, but you will feel that the branches are growing wherever you move.
High rewards will be given during the filming period, and the spring will remain in the distance.
When I heard that Qiongjiu was given as a gift, I felt ashamed and went to the hall.
"Rose" Qiu Jin
I heard about the jade hall planted in the south of the Yangtze River, and the new makeup was brought to match the dew.
But I doubt that peach and plum boast three colors, and they will have the first fragrance in spring.
"Wild Rose" Yang Wanli, Southern Song Dynasty
The red and green have been dim for a long time, and the mountain flowers on the road are also sparse.
The seeds are still thin after the spring, and the swallow's fat is thick on the wild rose.
"Inspector Wu Zhu moved to the rose" Tang·Xu Wei
Fangfei moved from Yuewang Terrace, most like roses planted together.
The beauty of the flower is better than the painting, whoever gives it a rose will be praised.
The beautiful scenery hidden in spring is blown away by the wind, and the sky is dyed Qiongyao and the sun is shining.
In order to repay Zhu Yi's early invitation to guests, don't teach me to leave the green moss alone.
"Rose" Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty
The musk sticks are clear and burning, and the shark gauze is covered with green.
The palace makeup is approaching the dawn, and the brocade section is in the east wind.
In the powerless spring smoke, I am sad in the evening rain.
I don’t know what it means, but there are two shades of red.
"He and Li Yuanwai chanted roses and sent them to Minister Xu" by Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty
Immortal official Ziwei Lang, the most beautiful flower in the world.
The stars are arranged in rows of green stalks, shining red in the eyes.
Secretly jealous of the grade-changing medicine, the incense sticks directly from afar.
It is easy for bees to wander around the branches and hinder the thorn birds from holding their titles.
The dew wets the clothes, and the wind blows away the yellow pistils.
The trees are covered with luxuriant pearls, and the brocade screen is full of splendor.
It is better to stay with guests than to look at bamboos, and to miss people is better than loving a flower.
Just like the poem "Cai Ping Yong", my thoughts are full of Xiaoxiang.
"The Song of Harmony: Palace Resentment" by Zuofu, the eldest grandson of the Tang Dynasty
There is a famous rose tree in front of the window. The flowers fell last year and bloom this year.
The ruthless spring scenery has yet to return, and when will the sudden break of your heart come?
Recalling the past, the makeup was transformed into a battle royal for immortals, and the exquisite palace details were newly decorated every day.
If you hide your heart, you will laugh at Xizi's frown. Who will worry about Zheng Ji's slander if you cover your nose.
The grass dyes the clothes and shoes, and the flowers stick to the tents in front of A and B's beds.
Three thousand jade figures cannot boast, but twelve golden hairpins face each other alone.
How can the ups and downs of the world be filled with lust? The tender love turns to sorrow and pursues flattery.
How can we be ashamed of the swans in the swamp and abandon the front to see the weeping fish in the boat?
When I look at the cage, I don’t remember the smoked borneol. When I chant the fan in the air, I don’t remember the bald rat beard.
The original intention is like a rose and a new cypress, but in the end the wound is like a shepherd's purse but sweet tea.
The deep courtyard is open and closed alone, and the parrots are frightened and fly to the moss-covered ground.
A box full of old clothes was given to me on the day before, and new pillows were stained with tears at night.
Even though there are many scars, it is still sad when you open the mirror, and the green bun moth has not faded yet.
Mo Dao's new strings are as long as each other, just like meeting old swords chasing each other.
Maleb (1555-1628), he wrote a poem of condolences to comfort his friend Dubellier for the loss of his daughter, and became the first person in France to arouse everyone's craze for roses.
She lives in this world, the most beautiful thing
Suffers the worst fate
She is a rose, also like a rose
Live all morning.
Villon (1524-1585) also wrote about roses in "The Book of Love":
Please accept this rose, it is as lovely as you
< p> Make a rose for the most beautiful roseMake a flower for the freshest flower
Make a muse for the muse and me
Please accept this rose , and hold my heart in your arms, it has broken wings
5. Poems describing roses
Tang Dynasty - Xu Wei - Si Zhi Inspector Wu Zhu moved to the rose Flowers
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Xu Wei
Title: Inspector Wu Zhu moved to the rose
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Fangfei moved from Yuewang Terrace, most like roses planted together.
The beauty of the flower is better than the painting, whoever gives it a rose will be praised.
The beautiful scenery hidden in spring is blown away by the wind, and the sky is dyed Qiongyao and the sun is shining.
In order to repay Zhu Yi's early invitation to guests, don't teach me to leave the green moss alone.
Tang Dynasty - Tang Yanqian - Rose
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Tang Yanqian
Title: Rose
Content :
The musk deer sticks are bright and clear, and the shark gauze is covered with green.
The palace makeup is approaching the dawn, and the brocade section is in the east wind.
In the powerless spring smoke, I am sad in the evening rain.
I don’t know what it means, but there are two shades of red.
Tang Dynasty - Sikong Shu-He Li Yuanwai and others chant roses to Minister Xu
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Sikong Shu
< p> Title: Li Yuanwai and his family members chanted roses and sent them to Mr. XuContent:
Immortal official Ziwei Lang, a rare flower that plays fragrantly.
The stars are arranged in rows of green stalks, shining red in the eyes.
Secretly jealous of the grade-changing medicine, the incense sticks directly from afar.
It is easy for bees to wander around the branches and hinder the thorn birds from holding their titles.
The dew wets the clothes, and the wind blows away the yellow pistils.
The trees are covered with luxuriant pearls, and the brocade screen is full of splendor.
It is better to stay with guests than to look at bamboos, and to miss people is better than loving a flower.
Just like the poem "Cai Ping Yong", my thoughts are full of Xiaoxiang.
Tang Dynasty - Lu Lun - Fenghe Li Sheren Kun Ji chanted roses and sent them to Xu Shilang
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Lu Lun
Title: Fenghe Li Sheren Kun Ji chanted roses and sent them to Xu Shilang
Content:
A single crane sends smoke and frost, and a pair of Luan misses the late fragrance.
The old shadow is in the house, and the new beauty is out of the wall.
The butterflies scatter and sway in the light dew, and the orioles go into the sunset with their mouths in their mouths.
The rainy morning beats the brocade, and the windy night drama burns incense.
When the sun breaks, there are thousands of layers of beauty, and the lonely clouds are full of light.
When you come close, you will notice that there are few leaves, but you will feel that the branches are growing wherever you move.
High rewards will be given during the filming period, and the spring will remain in the distance.
When I heard that Qiongjiu was given as a gift, I felt ashamed and went to the hall.
Tang Dynasty - Li Shuqing - Fangshu
Era: Tang
Author: Li Shuqing
Title: Fangshu
Content:
Looking at the rose tree in spring, the Song family is next to it to the west.
The door is covered with dark leaves, and the wall is covered with flying flowers.
The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path.
Beautiful makeup, worried about the sunset, tears streaming down the window screen.
Tang Dynasty - Changsun Zuofu - Songs of Prime Ministers and Palace Grudges
Era: Tang
Author: Changsun Zuofu
Title: Song of Xianghe: Palace Resentment
Content:
There is a beautiful tree named rose in front of the window. The flowers fell last year and bloom this year.
The ruthless spring scenery has yet to return, and when will the sudden break of your heart come?
Recalling the past, the makeup was transformed into a battle royal for immortals, and the exquisite palace details were newly decorated every day.
If you hide your heart, you will laugh at Xizi's frown. Who will worry about Zheng Ji's slander if you cover your nose.
The grass dyes the clothes and shoes, and the flowers stick to the tents in front of A and B's beds.
Three thousand jade figures cannot boast, but twelve golden hairpins face each other alone.
How can the ups and downs of the world be filled with lust? The tender love turns to sorrow and pursues flattery.
How can we be ashamed of the swans in the swamp and abandon the front to see the weeping fish in the boat?
When I look at the cage, I don’t remember the smoked borneol. When I chant the fan in the air, I don’t remember the bald rat beard.
The original intention is like a rose and a new cypress, but in the end the wound is like a shepherd's purse but sweet tea.
The deep courtyard is open and closed alone, and the parrots are frightened and fly to the moss-covered ground.
A box full of old clothes was given to me on the day before, and new pillows were stained with tears at night.
Even though there are many scars, it is still sad when you open the mirror, and the green bun moth has not faded yet.
Mo Dao's new strings are as long as each other, just like meeting old swords chasing each other.
Tang Dynasty - Li Jianxun - Spring Ci
Era: Tang
Author: Li Jianxun
Title: Spring Ci
Content:
Rigao walked leisurely down the hall steps, the grass was thin and Chunsha had no embroidered shoes.
Fold a rose, and use your hairpin to hold the phoenix hairpin
Tang Dynasty - Tang Yanqian - Rose
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author : Tang Yanqian
Title: Rose
Content:
The musk sticks are clear and burning, and the shark gauze is covered with green.
The palace makeup is approaching the dawn, and the brocade section is in the east wind.
In the powerless spring smoke, I am sad in the evening rain.
I don’t know what it means, but there are two shades of red.
6. Please excerpt and appreciate 6 poems by Tagore. The poems should be more than 6 lines
1. Paper boats Rabindranath Tagore I put the paper boats one by one in the rapid stream every day.
I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived on the paper boat in big black letters. I hope someone who lives in a different place will get this paper boat and know who I am.
I loaded my little boat with the shiuli flowers growing in the garden, hoping that these flowers that bloomed at dawn would be carried safely to the shore at night. I launched my paper boat into the water and looked up into the sky and saw the little clouds setting out white bulging sails.
I wonder what playmate of mine in the sky has lowered these boats to race with my boats! When night comes, I bury my face in my arms and dream of my ship floating slowly forward under the midnight stars. The Sleeping Fairy sat in the boat with a basket full of dreams.
Appreciation: The sleeping fairy's basket carries sweet dreams, swaying in the boat like a cradle. "Boat" and "basket" are both symbols of beauty. The sleeping fairy sits in the boat, carrying a full load Dream basket. There are dreams within dreams, and in the eyes of a child, the Sleeping Fairy's basket can hold countless beautiful dreams.
The poet took the paper boat as his theme, expressing his emotions and giving the paper boat a special meaning. The paper boat symbolizes the loneliness of being wandering and helpless, the heart that misses the mother and the motherland, and the pure and beautiful wishes of the poet.
Expect to find a final home just like the paper boat. 2. Golden Flower If I turned into a golden flower, for fun, growing on the high branches of the tree, swinging in the air with a smile, and dancing on the new leaves, mother, would you know me? If you call out: "My child, where are you?" I will smile secretly but make no sound.
I want to quietly open the petals and watch you work. After you took your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the small courtyard where you say prayers, and you would smell the fragrance of the flowers, but not know that it came from me.
After you have lunch, sit in front of the window and read Ramayana. And when the tree's shadow falls over your hair and your knees, I will fling my little shadow on the page of your book, just where you are reading.
But would you guess that this is your child’s little shadow? When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in hand, I would suddenly drop to the earth again and be your baby again, and beg you to tell me a story. "Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, Mom."
That's what you and I had to say at that time. Appreciation: "Golden Flower" is undoubtedly another work full of bold and novel imagination. The poet borrows the metaphor of "golden flower" to express the childlike heart as if it were illusion or reality.
Usually when people write about a child's innocence and naughtiness, they can only think of writing about how cute he is, how naughty he is, how he acts coquettishly in front of his mother, or how he deliberately makes obnoxious remarks to arouse More attention and love from mom. However, Tagore's imagination is often beyond people's expectation. He chose the metaphor of "golden flower" to deal with this common theme.
Most great writers have this talent and are good at digging out the unique and wonderful things in commonplace things. The little kid wants to have some naughty time with his mom.
He would not use any other method, but simply become a golden flower on the branch, jumping and swaying with a smile, overlooking all the work of his mother, and making his mother unable to find him. . The child who turned into a golden flower never took a moment to relax and tried every possible means to make trouble and amuse his mother.
He wants to let his mother smell the fragrance of flowers, but she doesn’t know that this fragrance is emanating from her child; he wants to cast the shadow of his golden flower on the page of the book that his mother is reading, dancing and jumping with joy. Accompanying the movement of the mother's point of view, but not letting the mother guess that this is the shadow of her own child. At dusk, the children who had had enough fun and made trouble came down from the tree and landed in front of their mother, asking for stories.
When his mother blamed him for where he had gone, the child mysteriously and proudly replied: "I won't tell you, mom." He was trying his best to hide the joy of his naughty success. ! There is nothing cuter than a child's world.
No one has a more insightful understanding of childlike innocence than Tagore. This is the genius of a great poet.
3. The other side I long to go to the other side of the river. Over there, rows of boats were tied to bamboo poles; people crossed there in the morning, carrying plows on their shoulders, to plow their distant fields; over there, the shepherds made them cry. The cows swam to the pastures by the river; at dusk they all went home, leaving the jackals howling on the weedy island.
Mom, if you don't mind, when I grow up, I want to be the boatman of this ferry. It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high bank.
After the rain passed, groups of wild swans flew there. Lush reeds grow around the shore, where water birds lay eggs; bamboo chickens with dancing tails leave their tiny footprints on the clean soft mud; at dusk, the long grass is topped with white flowers, inviting the moonlight to shine on them. Floating on grassy waves.
Mom, if you don't mind, when I grow up, I want to be the boatman of this ferry. I will cross from one shore to the other, and all the boys and girls in the village who are bathing there will look at me in amazement.
When the sun rises to the zenith and the morning becomes noon, I will run to you and say: "Mom, I'm hungry!" At the end of the day, the shadow is lying under the tree, and I will Come home at dusk.
I will never leave you to do things in the city like Dad did.
Mom, if you don't mind, when I grow up, I want to be the boatman of this ferry. Appreciation: Write about children's psychology and a kind of desire and yearning.
The "other bank" in my imagination is a beautiful and magical paradise. People cultivate and graze there, and various birds and animals live and grow freely there. Even the long grass appears in the moonlight. It's brilliant.
In the depiction of this fascinating scene, the love for nature and the attachment to the homeland can also be deeply felt from the sentences of "The Other Shore". To Tagore's love for nature and civilian thoughts, such as: "I long to go to the other side of the river", "When I grow up, I will be the boatman of this ferry" and so on. The theme is also obvious.
4. In the professional morning, when the clock struck ten, I walked along our alley to the school, and I met the hawker every day, and he shouted: "Bracelet." Ah, the shiny bracelet! " He has nothing to do in a hurry, there is no street he must walk, and there is no place he must walk.
7. What are the famous quotes about "roses"
1. I would rather have roses on the table than diamonds on my neck. ——Goldman
2. Life is not all roses, but also thorns. ——Goncharo. Husband
3. If it is a rose, it will always bloom. ——Goethe
4. Let those who look at the rose also look at its thorns. ——Tagore.
5. Roses are beautiful, but even more beautiful is the fragrance they contain - Shakespeare
6. Life is not full of roses, but sometimes the thorns on the road sting you. . ——Balzac
7. Although a person can grow as beautiful as a rose, her beauty will eventually disappear. ——Swinburne
8. Live. Believe me, don’t wait for tomorrow, pick the roses of life today. ——Lonza
9. What’s in the name itself? The flower we call rose smells the same by any other name. Fragrance. —— Victor Hugo
10. Human beings are plants that make thoughts blossom and bear fruit, just like roses blooming on rose trees and apples on apple trees. ——Antoine Faber Dorivi.
11. The rich creation of the child’s soul compensates for the growing poverty of the mother’s soul. Youth is like a rose, and old age is like a crown of thorns. ——Hebrew
8. About roses. Ancient poems
Li Jianxun
Spring Ci
The sun is high and I am walking down the hall steps,
The grass is thin and the spring sand is not embroidered. < /p>
Fold a rose,
Hold your hairpin to the phoenix hairpin
Wen Tingyun
Dance and Songs
< p> ·Qu Zhe's poem
The willows are green on the bridge, the roses are red on the ground. /p>
The fragrance of the rain is latent, and the spring water is dark.
The dream breaks in the painting building, and the clear sun shines in the Xiang wind.
Fragrant Tree
Looking at the rose tree in spring, the Song family is next to it
The door is covered with dark leaves, and the flowers are flying close to the wall.
The beautiful makeup is sad at sunset, and the tears flow. Towards the window screen.
The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path.
Roses are basically like roses. The thorns are blooming outward.
The fragrant bushes are tall and covered with red moss.
Go and watch. When the sun shines, the butterflies will come from afar.
After a few days, it disappeared into the dust.
Xu Ning
Titled Kaiyuan Temple Peony
I know it is difficult to grow this flower in the south, and I am ashamed that the monk had no intention of planting it. p>
The petrel looks at it frequently in sympathy, and the wasp lingers even more unaware of it.
The peony in vain is jealous, and the rose is too ashamed to bloom.
Only a few red calyxes are there, and their fragrance is just waiting for the family to come
Xu Wei
Lantern flowers
Light the wax and burn the silver Victory, Jiuhua blooms red and blooms with roses.
It only blooms in the cold light of winter nights, not in a warm place near the spring breeze.
It’s rare to see someone just because it brings happiness, don’t pick one for fear of turning into ashes.
Greedy ointment is attached with heat and causes many misunderstandings, just to repay moths.
9. A poem about roses
One of the rose series
I am that rose
The cup containing melancholy and pain
God sent a command from heaven
He asked me to be a king
To rule over the secrets of flowers and lovers
Now I The law is laid down
I want you all to die in the autumn
Including me
We will die in the arms of the earth
We No Escape
Rose Series No. 2
I smell the breath of your rose,
The life of a painful rose.
We come from the depths of the suffering of the earth.
The earth has already prepared the last supper.
The earth is kind enough to own our corpses.
I smell your rose,
A life of painful roses.
Our idleness can be summed up by the flowers blooming and fading,
All flowers bloom just for burial,
We work with our hands to dig graves.
I smell your rose,
A life of painful roses.
Qier uses his stubbornness to make us shout:
The pain choked in the throat
and the happiness stained with blood as it passes through the body.
Rose Series Three
I have been infused with the soul of roses since I was a child
Proudly growing thorns, blooming angrily
Life Just a dance in the void
The beauty of loneliness does not need anyone to understand
Happiness will always be happy
Pain will always be painful
The rose has already had a smile
His beauty is his blood
The sun is beautiful, the moon is beautiful
A little fragrance and comfort should be left
The world is as immortal as a rose
But the rose is as dead as the world
Rose Series No. 4
Who taught me to sing< /p>
Sing desolate songs to the sunset
The strong wind of the times caresses my pain——
My idle spikes
I died last night
Holding the jewel-like dew
And my melancholy fragrance
will occupy the space of the entire century
Rose Sadness is easy
Happiness is extremely difficult
You told me it is evening
The beautiful moon cannot be seen now
Rose Series Part 5
Living in a Rose
Home withers in autumn
The fate of all flowers
All flowers About to die
Home is far away, so are dreams
How to find the depths of the stone
The stone will not bloom
The stone has died long ago
Rose Series No. 6
Roses are Homer’s blind eyes
Hands holding seven strings and horse bones
One rose in full dress Dark wine
The dark flame of the rose does not need your eyes
There is a moon tonight that you cannot see
The moonlight wets the willow tree
< p> Tonight you cannot see the willow tree as white as jadeYou have hard fingers
The petals proudly point to the sky
The fingers are deeply inserted into the ground< /p>
10. Poems about roses
Si Wuxu, the inspector of the direct inspection department, moved to the rose - Tang Xuyu
Fangfei moved from Yuetai, the most beautiful rose Good and bad.
The beauty of the farm is better than the painting, whoever praises it will give it a rose.
The spring blossoms are beautiful and beautiful, and the sky is dyed Qiongyao and the sun is shining.
In order to repay Zhu Yi's early invitation to guests, don't teach me to leave the green moss alone.
Rose------Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
Unless the rose has the same name, it is not related to the rose. The leaves and branches are thousands of green, and the flowers are two colors, light and dark red.
Every romantic style has its own style, how can Yurong create chemical industry privately? No other national fragrance can be harvested. The poet sinks into the water.
Rose ------ Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty
The musk sticks are clear and burning, and the shark gauze is green and misty. The official makeup is approaching the dawn, and the brocade section is in the east wind.
In the powerless spring smoke, in the sad dusk rain, I don’t know what is going on, and there are two shades of red.
Fenghe Li Sheren Kun Ji chanted roses and sent them to Xu Shilang------Lulun of the Tang Dynasty
A single crane sends frost smoke, and a pair of Luan misses the late fragrance. The old shadow is in the house, and the new beauty is out of the wall.
The butterflies scatter and sway in the light dew, and the orioles take their mouths into the sunset. The rainy morning beats the brocade, and the windy night drama burns incense.
When the sun breaks, there are thousands of layers of beauty, and the lonely clouds are full of light. There are few leaves when you come close, but you can feel the branches growing wherever they move.
High rewards will be given during the filming period, and the spring will remain in the distance. I heard that Qiongjiu was given as a gift, and I felt ashamed to be raised in the hall.