1. Tagore's poems about traces
Tagore's poems about traces 1. "The sky left no traces of wings" is a sentence from Tagore's poem
Rabindranath Tagore's Birds Collection 1 The birds in summer flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.
The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there. 2 A group of little wanderers in the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
3 The world takes off its mask of vastness towards its lover. It became smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
4 is the teardrop of "earth", which keeps her smile youthful. 5 The vast and boundless desert passionately pursued the love of a leaf of green grass, but she shook her head, laughed, and flew away.
6 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, then you will also miss the stars. 7 The dancing water, the sand in your way, demands your singing, your flow.
Are you willing to sink into the lame sand? 8 Her eager face disturbs my dream soul like night rain. 9 Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other.
We woke up, but we knew that we were in love with each other. 10 Sorrow is stilled in my heart, as evening is in the silent woods.
11 Some invisible fingers, like lazy smiles, are playing gurgling music in my heart. 12 "Ocean sea, what are you talking about?" "It is the eternal question."
"O sky, what is my answer?" "It is the eternal silence." 13 Listen quietly , my heart, listen to the whisper of "the world", this is his expression of love for you.
14 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - it is great. And the phantom of knowledge is nothing more than morning mist.
15 Don’t let your love sit on a cliff just because the cliff is high. 16 I was sitting in front of the window this morning. The "world" stayed for a while like a passer-by, nodded to me and walked past.
17 These whispers are the rustling sound of green leaves; they whisper happily in my heart. 18 You cannot see your truth, all you see is your shadow.
19 Lord, my wishes are so foolish, they are shouting among your songs. Let me just listen.
20 I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
21 Those who carry lamps on their backs cast their shadows before them. 22 My existence is a permanent miracle called life.
23 "We, the rustling leaves, all have a voice to answer the storm, but who are you, so silent?" "I am just a flower." 24 Rest belongs to work, Just as the eyelids belong to the eyes.
25 A person is a newborn child, and his strength is the power of growth. 26 God wants us to repay him for the flowers he gives us, not for the sun and the land.
27 Guang is like a naked child, happily playing among the green leaves. He does not know that people can deceive. 28 O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
29 My heart beats her waves on the shore of the "world", and with tears in my eyes I write her inscription on it: "I love you." 30 "Yue'er, you wait What? " "To pay homage to the sun that I must give way to." 31 The green trees have grown up in front of my window, like the longing voice of the mute earth. 32 God’s own morning is new to Himself.
33 Life obtains its assets due to the requirements of the "world", and obtains its value due to the requirements of love. 34 The dry river bed is not grateful for his past.
35 The bird wishes to be a cloud. Yuner would like to be a bird.
36 The waterfall sang: "I will sing when I am free." 37 I can't tell why this heart is so silently depressed.
He will never ask for, never know, or remember those small needs. 38 Woman, while you are taking care of your house, your limbs sing, just as the mountain streams sing as they flow among the pebbles.
39 When the sun crosses the sea in the west, it faces the east and pays his last salute. 40 Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
41 As if expressing the wishes of the earth, the trees stand on their toes and look toward the sky. 42 You smiled slightly and said nothing to me, but I felt that I had been waiting for this for a long time.
43 The fish in the water are silent, the beasts on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air sing; but human beings have both the silence in the sea, the noise on the ground, and the noise in the air. music.
44 "The world" runs over on the strings of the hesitant heart, playing melancholy music.
45 He made his sword his god. While his sword triumphs he himself fails.
46 God finds himself in creation. 47 The shadow puts on her veil, secretly, meekly, with the footsteps of her silent love, following the "light".
48 The stars are not afraid to look like fireflies. 49 Thank God, I am not a wheel of power, but one of the living beings trapped under it.
50 The heart is sharp, not broad. It is attached to every point, but does not move. 51 The fact that your idols are scattered in the dust proves that the dust of God is greater than your idols.
52 people cannot express themselves in their history. They struggle to stand out in history. 53 The glass lamp scolded the earthen lamp for calling him his cousin, but when the bright moon came out, the glass lamp smiled gently and called the bright moon - "my dear, dear sister."
54 Like seagulls meeting waves, we met and got closer. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.
55 The day's work was done, so I was like a boat dragged on the beach, quietly listening to the dancing music of the evening tide. 56 Our life is gifted, and we can only receive it by giving our life.
57 When we are extremely humble, that is when we are closest to greatness. 58 The sparrow saw the peacock carrying its feathers and was worried about it.
59 Never be afraid of a moment - the voice of eternity sings. 60 The hurricane seeks the shortest way among the roadless, and suddenly ends its search in the "nothing country".
61 In my own cup, drink my wine, my friend. As soon as it is poured into someone else's glass, the dancing foam of the wine will disappear.
62 "Complete" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incomplete". 63 God said to people: "I heal you, so you hurt me, I love you, so you punish you."
64 Thank you for the fire.
2. Rabindranath Tagore: The blue sky has left no trace of me, but I have flown all poems
Selected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore - There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the birds have already flown
If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
My existence is a permanent miracle to me, this is life.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Never be afraid of a moment - so sings the eternal voice.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
?Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of their wings.
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings.
She shook her head as the boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass. He flew away with a smile.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The world faces its lover, Take off its majestic mask. It became smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
A group of little wanderers, please leave your footprints in my words.
A Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3. Quotes about traces
The sky has no traces, but I have Fly by! Taiwanese female writer, formerly known as Chen Maoping Sanmao. Eliminating artificial traces is the essence of art.
Traces and Quotes Melbank The sky leaves no traces of birds, but the birds have flown by. Indian poet, writer, philosopher, winner of the 1913 Nobel Prize for Literature Rabindranath Tagore The success of art lies in the absence of traces of artificial engraving.
Ancient Roman poet Ovid Emotions can leave traces on anything and can travel through space. French writer Balzac "Petro Goriot" time changes love beyond all recognition. Lust is like water, flowing through the body without leaving any trace.
Famous quotes about traces by a female writer, formerly known as Li Jie, Baby Annie, "Farewell to Wei An" I still keep my eyes open when night comes, because I saw the traces you left in the moonlight. Modern Chinese writer Zhang Ailing In the web of our lives, hypocrisy cannot be hidden, otherwise, traces of decay will forever be left on every vertical and horizontal line.
British Renaissance writer and philosopher Bacon said that love is like chewing gum. It will become dull and tasteless after a long time. When you feel it is dull, you will want to give up. No matter where you throw it, it will leave indelible traces. . Because I find that when I usually only have a vague view of something, the more absolute my judgment is, the easier it is to carry traces of emotion.
But this is called personal opinion, not science. CCTV host and reporter Chai Jing's "Precision can dispel the charm" Sitting alone on a carpet, trapped under a silk quilt, you will never become famous; living a life in silence is like smoke in the air and bubbles in the water. His traces on the earth were instantly wiped out.
Traces of famous sayings by Italian poet Dante. The life I understand is to create everything except rumors. The creation in my heart is how much culture you have created.
Since 30 years ago, I defeated all other sperms with one against 100 million, then I must be born to be awesome. When I come to this world, I will always leave some traces. Racing driver, writer, and one of Time Magazine's 100 most influential people in the world, Han Han. My little apprentice asked me, Master, tell me about life.
I told him, okay, life is like a gift, everything will pass, and no one can leave an immortal trace in the pale face of time. No matter you are high-spirited or plain and lonely, you will be collected in the dust of history.
Flowing clouds across thousands of mountains is a dream. As long as you are not enveloped by the troubles of life, living is a smile. Vice President of Hebei Buddhist Association, President of Cangzhou Buddhist Association.
Master Yancan Why do people notice their own feelings and criticize their actions only in old age? Why didn't you care about this when you were young? In old age, it is already hard enough without this set of things. ... When you are young, your whole life slides by without leaving a trace, barely touching your thoughts, but in old age, every tiny feeling is like a nail stuck in your mind, causing a lot of problems.
Russian novelist and dramatist Chekhov's love for mathematics is not only growing day by day among us, but also in the army, which has been fully reflected in the last battle. Punipator himself has very good mathematical literacy. Of course, we cannot expect that everyone who has studied mathematics can become a geometer like Laplace and Lagrange, or a hero like Punipator. .
However, mathematics left traces in their minds after all. This enables them to contribute more than people without mathematical training.
Quotes about traces Lalande What I was waiting to see was an old man with glasses and good temper, but what arrived was a man whose face had not been left any traces of time. You were wearing a light brown outfit. When you went upstairs, you jumped up two steps at a time with the briskness of a teenager.
Holding your hat in your hand, I can clearly see your energetic face and young hair. Your handsome, thin and neat appearance frightened me.
How strange that from the first glance I could see that you were going to be a character that would continue to amaze me and those others. The Austrian writer Zweig should occasionally deliberately cause them to suffer some pain, but be careful, this must be done when the child is happy and knows that the person who caused him harm has good intentions towards them.
When practicing, there should be no traces of anger or unhappiness on the one hand, and no expressions of sympathy or regret on the other; moreover, the pain inflicted must be bearable for the children, and no resentment or resentment should be allowed. Make him misunderstand. For children, you must always take care of them, love them, and let them know that you purely love them. Then they can gradually become accustomed to enduring extremely painful things and rough treatment from you without flinching or complaining.
The more subdued the child, the more opportunities he must find to implement this exercise. British Philosopher Locke What is Buddhism? Enlightenment, enlightenment is not a thing.
There is nothing mentioned here that is not a judgment. If it is not there, it is not. In other words, if a person who has become a Buddha tells you that he is the current Buddha, you can hit him, but he is a monster, not a Buddha.
The Buddha is unattainable and lives in formlessness. Because a person who is truly a great achiever is absolutely humble, so humble that he is very ordinary and has nothing.
A true Buddha does not consider himself a Buddha, and a true saint does not consider himself a saint, so the true Buddha Dharma is not the Buddha Dharma. If you have the concept of Buddhism, you have already become obsessed with it. To put it nicely, it sounds like you are obsessed with it; if not, it sounds like you are possessed by a demon.
This is the characteristic of the Diamond Sutra. The so-called Mahaprajna Sutra has extremely high wisdom and leaves no trace. After it is taught, it is overturned immediately. It is equivalent to an educator who has successfully educated many people. If he feels that he is indeed a great teacher today, he is finished. He is already a teacher.
Therefore, a truly great person does not have this concept in his own mind. He believes that saving all sentient beings and educating all sentient beings are just things that a person should do. . Source of "What the Diamond Sutra Says" by Nan Huaijin, a master of Chinese studies and poet: Liu Ying Collection
Or this Liu Ying Collection "Liu Ying Collection" Rabindranath Tagore's source and my trip to China and Japan: People often ask me to write down my thoughts in my own hand Written on fans and silk.
1 My fantasy is a firefly - a little stream of light, twinkling in the darkness. 2 The pansy beside the road does not attract the casual eye, but whispers softly in these fragmentary sentences.
3 In the sleepy and dark cave of the soul, dreams build their nests out of the fragments dropped by the day's caravan. 4 The petals flying in spring are not born for future fruits, but for temporary pleasure.
5 Joy breaks free from the shackles of the earth's sleep, rushes into the lush green leaves, and dances in the air for a day. 6 My fresh and elegant words may dance gently on the waves of time, but my long chapters have sunk due to overload.
7 The underground moth of the soul grows film-like wings and makes a farewell flight in the sunset sky. 8 The butterfly counts not the months, but the moments. The butterfly has plenty of time.
9 My thoughts are like sparks, carrying a burst of laughter and flying away on winged surprise. 10 The tree gazes lovingly at its own beautiful shadow, yet can never catch it.
11 Let my love, like sunshine, surround you and give you radiant freedom. 12 The day is a colorful bubble floating on the unfathomable water of night.
13 My dedication is too timid to ask you to remember it. Maybe you will remember it because of it. 14 If it's too much to bear, erase my name from the gift, but keep my song.
15 April, like a child, writes hieroglyphics on the dust with flowers, then erases them and forgets them. 16 Memory is a priestess, killing the present and using the heart of the present to worship the shrine of the lost past.
17 The children ran out of the solemn darkness of the temple and sat in the dust; the god watched the children play and forgot about the monks. 18 My soul is astonished by some flash of its stream of thought; just as the stream is astonished by its sudden and only once-in-a-lifetime coolness.
19 In the mountains, silence surges up to detect the height of the mountains themselves; in the lake, movement stops to observe the depth of the lake itself. 20 The passing night is a kiss on the closed eyes in the morning, burning in the morning star.
21 Girl, your beauty is like a fruit that has not yet matured, and you are nervous because of the unbreakable secret. 22 The sorrow of losing memory is like a mute and dark hour. There is no singing of birds, only the chirping of crickets.
23 Stubbornness strives to keep the truth safe, but it kills the truth. The great dark night will encourage a timid lamp to light up all the stars in the dark night.
24 Although the sky holds the bride of the earth in its arms, the sky is always infinitely far away. 25 God seeks like-minded men and seeks love; the devil seeks slaves to command obedience.
26 The soil binds the trees to the earth as a reward for cultivation; the sky asks for nothing and allows the trees to be free. 27 Immortality is like a gem, which does not boast of its age, but shines brightly for a moment.
28 Children always live in the eternal mystery and are not blinded by the dust of history. 29 As all things are created step by step, a gentle cry of joy carries all things with them and quickly passes through time.
30 Those who are far away are near me in the morning; when they are snatched away at night, they are even closer to me. 31 The white oleander met the pink oleander, chatting and laughing happily in different dialects.
32 While peace struggles to sweep away the dirt, a storm rages. 33 The lake lies low beside the mountain, a piece of sweet tenderness filled with tears, rippling under the stone-hearted feet.
34 Caressing his toys—the dull clouds, the fleeting lights and shadows—the divine child smiled. 35 The breeze quietly asked the lotus: "What is your secret?" "It's me," the lotus said, "Steal this secret and I will disappear."
36 The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk , joining hands with each other in the dance of swaying branches. 37 The flower of jasmine is its love whisper to the sun.
38 The tyrant demands freedom, but leaves it to himself. 39 Gods hate their heavens and envy men.
40 The clouds are mountains of mist, and the mountains are clouds of stones - a fantasy in the dream of time. 41 When God expected to build his temple with love, men brought stones.
42 I move God with my songs, just as mountains move the distant sea with their waterfalls. 43 The light finds the treasure house of colors through the confrontation of the moving clouds.
44 Today my heart smiles at last night’s tears, like wet trees shining in the sunshine after the rain. 45 I thank the trees for making my life fruitful, but I have forgotten the water that keeps the evergreen grass in my life.
46 The first without the second is empty. The second makes the first real and reliable. 47 Mistakes in Life Crying for mercy, beauty can adjust people's loneliness and make it harmonious to the whole.
48 I expected to thank them for dismantling the bird's nest because their birdcage was beautiful and safe. 49 I fell in love and paid endless lovesickness debt for you.
50 The pond water drags up the water lilies from the darkness, that is the lyric poem of the pond water; the sun said, they are so good. 51 When you slander the great, you are disrespectful and you harm yourself. When you slander the small, you are despicable because you harm the victim.
52 The first flower blooming on the earth is an invitation to the brewing song. 53 Dawn, the colorful flower, faded; the sun, the fruit of pure light, appeared.
54 Muscle doubted its wisdom and suppressed the voice that wanted to cry. 55 The wind that tries to seize the flame with violence only extinguishes the flame.
56 The game of life is fast, and the toys of life are falling behind one by one and being forgotten. 57 My flower, don’t look for your paradise in a fool’s buttonhole.