Comment on Tagore's Poems by Reading Composition One
I like Tagore's poems, except for the glitz and noise of the world, without any impurities, just like a baby, like the sky and air after the rain, fresh and natural.
Birds, summer flowers, fallen leaves, sun, moon and stars ... they play another wonderful role in Tagore's poems. The life and death of green leaves is a whirlwind; Small crystal dew rolls on the lotus leaf, while the lake is a big dew under the lotus; The arrow is free when it leaves the string, which also contributes to the freedom of the bow; Roots are underground branches, while branches are in the air ... In Tagore's works, everything is integrated, and he has always believed that "there is great harmony between the universe and the individual soul". After reading the poem, I realized that this "harmony" is called "love".
Without love, the road will be prosperous and lonely; No matter how colorful the world is, it is just a blank.
"Dark clouds are kissed by light and become flowers in the sky."
"Green leaves become flowers when they are in love, and flowers become fruits when they are appreciated."
To this end, Tagore tried to love the world. When faced with dark politics and colonial ambitions, he saw the hardships of the lower class. He saw that the people of the motherland were being slaughtered. He was heartbroken and helpless, so he wrote the novel shipwreck. It not only exhorts the good and forbids the evil, but also promotes an idea of saving the world with moral fraternity. Tagore is not sinking, he wants to bring hope to people with his own words. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. Love is truth, truth is not afraid of failure. Love can change everything.
Compared with Tagore, the great painter Van Gogh also loved the world deeply and held great enthusiasm and hope for it. But when the world failed him again and again and could not be understood by others, he chose to commit suicide. Tagore also loves the world deeply, but his love is a kind of tolerance and patience. Happiness, he happily accepted; Pain, he's relaxed. He chose to face the world with a smile forever, instead of rejecting the darkness of the present because of the light of the past; Don't refuse to smile because the world is dark. Sick and sick, love can't be taken away again and again. What can never be changed is the interpretation of love. It is precisely because of this that Tagore can face all the pain with a heart that carries all the love.
Light up life with love, warm life with love. Let love light up the journey of life, even if there is endless darkness. When loneliness strikes, I will surf loneliness with love, break through the darkness and sail to my other shore.
Tagore's Poetry Review II
Tagore is the most respected and loved poet of Indian people, and also a rare master in the history of world literature. He took an active part in the national movement against the division of Bangladesh by British colonists, and was an out-and-out patriot.
Reading Tagore is like listening to the sky Its rich and profound philosophy, beautiful language and wonderful images are awe-inspiring, and it makes a * * * sound, and unconsciously enters another quiet and magical world.
From this poem 103, we can deeply understand how this great Indian poet loves his motherland with a long culture, the hardworking and brave working people who love peace, and the magnificent exotic customs. Between the lines, there are Indian women with lanterns, jars and sand towels. Indian workers and farmers who sweat hard on the road in the field, Indian musicians who play the piano and flute at the middle school ferry, innocent children who jump and make noise on the beach, and dense bushes and sweet flowers caused by tropical climate.
Tagore also has a love-hate relationship, and he feels like an affectionate child. In The Captured Hero, Wanda and his son are especially poised in the face of death, and they feel death: the young face of the child shines with heroic and fearless brilliance; Father: Standing to die-never uttered a painful sigh. Tagore, with deep love for the motherland and the nation, inadvertently created such a brave and self-reliant artistic image, which made more readers deeply infected and edified. Tagore spread his true feelings and beliefs to the world with great height and depth.
Comment on Tagore's Poems by Reading Composition III
Recently, I read the book Tagore Poetry by Robin Delanat (1861May 7-1941August 7), a famous Indian poet, writer, artist, social activist, philosopher and India.
The most outstanding point of this collection of poems is that it brings together many Tagore's internationalist and patriotic poems, showing Tagore's greatest and most popular side. The poetry collection is divided into four themes: Gitanjali, Gardener's Collection, Crescent Moon Collection and Birds Collection. * * * Including 125 poems and 325 famous sayings.
Reading Tagore's poems seems to bring us closer to Tagore. His spirit is so profound, so rich and so delicate, chapter after chapter of verse, or small and exquisite, or brilliant. Tagore used his philosophy and the world to give the world a lot of wisdom and inspiration. Turn it gently and wander around doing nothing. Suddenly, a beautiful article will break into your eyes. Tagore's poems are not as magnificent as Pushkin's, as beautiful as wet sea, as intense as Byron's and as romantic as Shelley's. His poems are beautiful paintings, silent and harmonious. His artistic charm and broad ideas are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Tagore, a poet, novelist, artist and social activist. Each of his poems has a fiery spiritual spark to illuminate the reader's mind. Every article touches readers' hearts and shows people's morality. In the secular world, these people who are busy with utilitarianism, fame and fortune, and even possessed by jealousy and money can be moved and purified. "Wind lighting month" and "King Kong shines". Tagore's poems are full of vigor and vitality.
After reading Tagore's Selected Poems, I benefited a lot!
Comment on Tagore's Poems by Reading Composition IV
It was at the busiest time of senior three that I bought this book, Tagore's Poems. At first, I just liked the author who wrote this sentence because of the phrase "The world kissed me with pain and I responded with a song". So I wanted to have this book as soon as I saw it, and I wanted to know more about Tagore, a great and wise man. However, due to the time, I put it on hold for a while, but I recovered at this time.
Open the page in your spare time and read every word carefully. It's so dull, but you carve eternal thoughts on it. I chewed sentence by sentence, while secretly admiring, I couldn't help but close my eyes and imagine what kind of wind or rain it was. In what kind of surge of emotion, he wrote these beautiful words and gave them life.
He said, "This lonely night is shrouded in fog and rain. I feel him sighing in my inner loneliness. " Why is he lonely? Is there no companion in the world of words? Are you lamenting that your heart is not understood? The world is still so noisy, perhaps in his eyes, this noise is ridiculously mocking the eternal peace of the world!
He said, "On a gloomy night, the wind blows endlessly. I look at the swaying branches and miss the greatness of everything. " It seems that in Tagore's eyes, I can always go through those glitz and see everything that nature and everything have never boasted about. For example, the earth is full of flowers in return for gratitude to the sky, or the night humbly makes way for the day without saying its gift. He just looked at it and praised the modesty and greatness of this unspoken thing, just as he looked at those who claimed to be extraordinary.
He said: "I am like a road at night, silently listening to the footsteps of world memory!" " "All his life, as he said, he listened quietly to the footsteps of the world and the gloomy voice hidden in the night. He is ashamed of these voices and all the people in the world. When he heard people's longing for honor, when he heard that the silent scabbard of the sword was complacent about its dullness, and when he heard that the river of truth flowed out of its wrong ditch, he was always ashamed, but the blindfolded people could not see the shame he was ashamed to announce in words.
He said, "Life is like the beauty of summer flowers, and death is like the beauty of autumn leaves". How can his raw summer flowers compare? That is the unparalleled existence of the "Indian Sun". His great heart shone like the sunrise in the east, which separated the entanglement of the night with wordless words for that era and brought the dawn to dispel the darkness. He left this immortal word to tell the world that the world will never die, because death is not a crack.
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