Dong Qing was reading the manuscript on the road. Generally, the host will use some fragments of famous books when reciting, which can play an enlightening role. Let me answer the question of Dong Qing reciting the manuscript on the road. I hope everyone can get to know each other!
Dong Qing's Manuscripts on the Road 1 Tagore suffered personal misfortunes in the early 20th century, and his poems Memories, Children and Ferry truly recorded the sadness and sadness of losing his wife, daughter and father. He also wrote two novels, Little Sand and Shipwreck. 19 10, the novel "Gora" was published, which reflected the complex phenomenon in Indian social life and shaped the image of a soldier who fought for national freedom and liberation. The following is Tagore's About Dreams that I brought to you for your reference!
Once I dreamed that we were strangers, but in reality we loved each other deeply.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found its sky in your eyes.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found the sky in your eyes.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
The waterfall sings: When I found my freedom, I found my song.
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
You smile and don't say anything to me, and I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
Man can't express himself in his history, he tries to stand out in it.
Man can't show himself in his history, he can only struggle forward in history.
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.
When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.
When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.
Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this.
Never be afraid of the moment-the voice of eternity sings.
Dress yourself up for the love of imperfection.
"Perfection" dresses itself with beauty for the love of "imperfection".
Mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
Mistakes can't stand failure, but correctness can.
This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
This lonely evening is covered with fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my lonely heart.
We read the world wrong and said it deceived us.
We read the world wrong and say it deceives us.
Humans build dikes for themselves.
People set obstacles for themselves.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
I think of other times floating on the stream of life and death, love and forgotten, and I feel the freedom to leave this world.
I think of other times floating on the stream of life, love and death. They are forgotten and I feel free to die.
Just walk there, don't stay and pick flowers to save them, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
Just walk there, don't stop to collect flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
Thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard them flapping their wings.
Thoughts pass through my mind like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I hear the sound of their wings.
Who drives me forward like fate? That's me, striding behind my back.
Who drives me forward like fate? I strode on my back by myself.
Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to a life that is just a mist.
Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to the life that is just a mist.
Dong Qing recited manuscript 2 on the way. Throw away these hymns, praises and rosaries!
Who are you praying to in the dark corner of the hall with closed doors and windows?
Open your eyes and see, God is not in front of you!
He looked at the farmers weeding and the workers paving the road with gravel.
He was with them, exposed to the sun and rain, and his clothes were covered with dust.
Take off your sacred robe and even go down into the mud like him!
Free? Where can we find relief?
Our master, demonstrating with his hands, feels at ease and integrates everything with the ties of creation.
He will always be with us.
Come out of meditation, please throw away the flowers and the flame!
What's the harm of torn clothes? Go see him, work side by side with him, and sweat together.
Where shadows chase the sun, in the rainy season of early summer,
It's my happiness to stand on the side of the road and wait and see.
Your messenger brought your news from the unknown heaven, said hello to me and hurried on.
I am full of joy, and all I breathe in the soft wind is sweet fragrance.
From morning till night, I have been sitting in front of my door;
I know that when I see you, that happy time will come.
At that time, I could sing and laugh at myself;
At that time, the air will also be filled with the fragrance of begging and answering.
Dong Qing recited manuscript 3 "Gitanjali" on the road.
God's sacrifice
Chittagali: Song Sacrifice was published in 19 12, with 103 poems. It is the classic masterpiece of Tagore, a famous Indian poet, writer and philosopher. Tagore himself selected and translated into English from his collection of Bengali poems, which fully represented Tagore's thoughts. This collection of religious lyric poems with fresh and natural style is Tagore's sacrifice to God. He sang the decline and glory of life, the joys and sorrows of real life in a light and cheerful style, and expressed his yearning for the ideal kingdom and his concern and thinking about life. The language is beautiful and profound.
Forest dream
(The following content is selected from Wen Zhong's "Oriental Road Senior Wisdom, Prove Its Reliance on the Forest")
19131210 At the Nobel Prize ceremony held in Grand H tel, Sweden, the Nobel Prize Committee announced that this year's literary prize was awarded to Robin Delanattagore, an English-Indian poet, for the following reasons:
Because his sharp, fresh and elegant poems come from perfect techniques and are translated and expressed by the poet himself in English, his poetic thoughts constitute a part of western literature.
Before the poet left Europe, he took a photo with Andrews. When he heard Ode, the latter lamented the echo of this simple English, just like a beautiful voice of a child, which completely awed me. In the middle of the night, under the bare sky, I have been wandering to the east foaming at the mouth.
Harald Hjorne, Chairman of the Nobel Prize Committee of the Royal Swedish Academy, said in his award speech:
Tagore's Gitanjali, that is, Song of Songs, is a religious ode, and his works have attracted the attention of the judges in particular. At the beginning of last year, the works in this collection of poems really belonged to English philology in the European world. Although the author is indeed an Indian poet in terms of his own education and creative practice, he has put on a new dress for his poems, which is perfect in terms of originality in form and personal inspiration. Therefore, in the civilized world of Britain, America and even the whole west, people who are still interested in and concerned about elegant literature can accept and understand his poems. Now, all aspects of the rave reviews.
At that time, because the Tagore people were in their lonely hometown in the lush forests of West Bengal, they could not kiss the scene, so a telegram was sent from India, which was read by a British friend, Mr. Clive. As a temporary reply, the text said:
I want to express my heartfelt thanks to the Royal Swedish Academy for this great understanding, so as to shorten the distant distance and make strangers become brothers on the earth.
I once said in another place that although I won the Nobel Prize in Literature with a thin volume of Gitanjali, the whole process seemed accidental, and its award was indeed full of drama. Among them, no matter which link is missing, there will be no later literary history. But I think that Tagore's award is not only an honor for Tagore, but also an honor for Nobel Prize in Literature. In its award-winning history of more than 0/00 years, this is the luckiest and least controversial award. The reason is very simple, because it directly awarded the poetry prize to the poet god, and there is nothing more accurate than this prize! Since then, a regional literary prize has really become a worldwide award and a major symbol of global civilization, just like the original idea of the awarder.
In other words, this award-winning event not only changed the world pattern of literature and culture, but also changed the whole process of civilization history to some extent. Because of this, the re-adjustment of the roles of eastern and western cultures further stimulated the skepticism and decline theory of western civilization represented by Bingler, Count Catherine and others, which had gradually spread in the European civilized world at that time. The year after winning the prize, World War I broke out.
Until 192 1 May, the poet Tagore finally had a chance to go to Stockholm, Sweden. In the long thank-you speech of the late Nobel Prize, he talked affectionately about the famous lonely town:
There, I sip this joy every day. In the evening, at dusk, I often sit alone and watch the trees in on the boulevard cast shadows. In that silence, I could clearly hear the echoes of children wandering in the air. In my opinion, these shouts, songs and laughter, like those tall trees, grow from the heart of the earth, like the fountain of life, pointing to the infinite embrace of the sky. It is a symbol that inspires my thoughts and will. All the calls in human life, from the human mind to this boundless sky, express all the joys and wishes of people together.