Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
You smiled at me and kept silent. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Just walk over and don't hesitate to pick flowers, because beautiful flowers will bloom all the way.
Our desire lends Changhong's gorgeous colors to a life that is just a mist.
Sometimes life is like a chair on which the soul sits.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
Go after singing this song and forget the night after that.
10 We misread the world and said it deceived us.
1 1 I can't help remembering because I'm afraid of forgetting, and I'm even more afraid of secretly crying because I forgot!
12 I cast my shadow on the road ahead, because I have a lamp that hasn't been lit yet.
If you don't speak, I will endure to fill my heart with your silence. I will wait silently and bow my head patiently, just like the night under the stars.
The morning light will come, the darkness will fade, and your voice will cut through the sky to bet from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will put wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
My friend, on this stormy night, are you still out on a sex trip? The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I kept the door open and looked at my friend in the dark!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
From the bank of Moho, from the distant sad forest, or through the wrong dark winding path? Did you find me, my friend?
You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Oh, my only friend, my favorite person, my door is open, don't leave like a dream.
Yes, I know it's only your love, my love-the golden light dancing on the leaves, the idle clouds passing in the sky, and the cool wind blowing over my head.
The morning light flooded into my eyes-this is the news you sent to my heart. Your face looks down at my eyes, and my heart touches your feet.
You are the sky and you are the bird's nest.
Ah, beautiful you, your love is in the nest, and your soul is surrounded by color, sound and fragrance.
There, morning came, and he quietly crowned the earth with a golden basket and a beautiful wreath in his right hand.
There, dusk came, through the deserted forest, through the path where horses and chariots disappeared, in her golden urn, with the cool wind of peace, on the quiet western sea.
But there, pure white light dominates the endless sky stretching and soaring for the soul. There is no day or night, invisible and colorless, and there will never be words.
It was he, the most profound, who awakened me with his deep touch.
It was he who put magic symbols on my eyes and happily played all kinds of sad and joyful tunes on my heartstrings.
It was he who wove the veil of fantasy with the magical colors of gold, silver, cyan and green, exposing his toes from the folds. Under his touch, I forgot myself.
With the passage of time, he always touches my heart with all kinds of names, gestures, deep sorrow and bliss.
The gift of love is shyness; It never says its name; It swept through the darkness and shed a burst of joy along the way. Catch it, catch it or lose it forever.
Go ahead. However, the gift of love that can be held in your hand is just a delicate flower or a flashing lamp.
3. Seek the furthest distance in the world from several classic poems of Tagore.
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
"What's your language, Hai?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
In the dream, we are strangers, but we wake up to find that we love each other.
The cause of fruit is noble, and the cause of flower is sweet, but let's do the cause of leaf.
There is no trace of birds in the sky, but I have flown.
4. Tagore's poem Birds (one of Tagore's poems) consists of 105 poems.
Every poem has only two or three short sentences, but in the dark, it quietly lights up something for us. In these short poems full of inspiration and thinking, Tagore showed us many identities-he was a baby, dancing for his mother's smile; When he was a cosmopolitan explorer, he sighed for mountains and seas; But a young man in love, eulogizing love because of his beloved girl; But an old man with silver hair, reflecting on life alone in his memories; But more often, he is just an unknown passer-by, recording the moments of inspiration for everything in the world, and then quietly leaving with a smile.
Apart from Tagore's fresh and natural writing style, what I feel in Birds is more of a kind of love for life and thinking about love. There is no doubt that Tagore's inspiration comes from life, but at the same time it is higher than life; With his love for life, he cleverly concealed some sufferings and darkness, and gave the rest of the light and smile to the readers without reservation.
His thinking on love covers many aspects, including the innocent love between young men and women, the eternal maternal love of mothers for their children, and the unspeakable love between man and nature ... Especially for love, Tagore used a lot of metaphors and rhetoric to praise the beauty and greatness of love. In Tagore's eyes, the world needs love, and life needs love more, just as he wrote in Birds: "I believe in your love, so let this be my last words."
On the other hand, Tagore captured many inspirations about nature. He said that the dusk in the sky is like a lamp, the leaves in the breeze are like fragments of thoughts, and the singing of birds is the echo of the morning light of the earth; He is the embodiment of all things in nature.
He let the sky talk to the sea, birds talk to clouds, flowers talk to the sun ... In short, in Tagore's poems, the world is humanized and natural, and everything has its own growth and thinking; And he just sorted out the fragments of his thoughts and humanized them. And this is also the origin of the name "bird": "thoughts pass through my mind like flocks of wild ducks flying through the sky, and I hear their wings flying high."
..... This is Tagore, and this is a bird. Perhaps, for the history of human civilization, "bird" is just a drop in the ocean; However, I just want to say that this is a unique freshness. In today's busy and crowded city, we can create another paradise for us with its vast natural wilderness.
Tagore began to write literature when he was a teenager. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics. Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world.
19 10 published a collection of philosophical poems, Gitanjali, which showed Tagore's unique style for the first time. Formally, this is an ode to God, and "Gitanjali" means "offering a poem".
But Tagore praised not the absolute authority of monotheism which is superior to all things, but the omnipotence of all things, which is accessible to everyone and has a strong civilian color. The poet advises blind admirers: "forget praise and counting beads!" " Because God is not in the dark temple, "he is at the farmer who hoes dry land/at the road builder who knocks stones/in the sun, in the rain/he is with them/his robe is covered with dust."
People should take off their robes and go to the earth to meet God. "Work and sweat with him." Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.
Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocates innocence and hopes that his life will be "as simple and upright as a flute" and let God "blow out music", so as to achieve the unity of man and God.
There is no doubt that the pantheism reflected by Chittaglia is closely related to ancient Indian books such as Upanishads. However, Tagore did not intend to create a closed world while carrying forward the national tradition. He is eager for the long-term isolation between East and West to keep close and communicate.
19 12 Tagore personally translated Chittaglia into English and won the Nobel Prize in Literature the following year. The jury spoke highly of Tagore's creation, especially his efforts to "reconcile the polarization of human civilization" through literary creation.
See the Nobel Prize Committee 19 13 Literature Prize Speech. The Gardener's Collection 19 13 after Chittaglia is still a "song of life", but it is more integrated with the poet's youth experience and describes the happiness, troubles and sadness of love in detail, which can actually be regarded as a youth love song.
However, the poet sang these love songs when looking back. When recalling the throbbing of youth, he undoubtedly kept a certain distance from his youth experience, so that he could examine and think relatively rationally, thus making this love song shine with philosophical brilliance from time to time. Crescent Moon Collection is a naive nursery rhyme sung by a poet from a wise and clean heart after many vicissitudes. The poet created a crystal fairy tale world by casting his childhood experience and with the help of children's eyes.
Profound philosophy is always revealed from naive words and naive pictures. It can be said that the heart of the wise and the innocent childlike innocence have reached the best integration in the new moon series.
Since the 1920s, Tagore's works have been translated into Chinese by famous writers such as Xie Bingxin and Zheng Zhenduo, and are loved by many readers in China, and are still widely read. The editor of this passage is Bindra Nath Tagore, a famous Indian writer, poet and philosopher in modern times. He started his literary creation in his youth. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics.
Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world. Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.
Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocated.
5. What are Tagore's classic poems? 1. God said to man, "I heal you, so I will hurt you; I love you, so I will punish you. "
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.
When you shut out all the mistakes, the truth will be rejected.
Mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
6. The nearest place is the farthest distance. When we are humble, we are closest to greatness.
7. Love is a full life, just like a cup full of wine.
The moon shines her light on the sky, but keeps her black spots for herself.
9. Life is enriched by giving love.
10. The cause of fruit is respected, the cause of flowers is sweet, but let me do the cause of leaves, which are humbly and intently covered.
6. Seek the farthest distance in the world from Tagore's famous sentence-Tagore's farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you; The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together; The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but cannot depend on each other in the wind; The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars face each other without intersecting tracks; The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye; The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it; The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea; Dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
7. Tagore's poem, what bird flies over the sky without leaving a trace, originally wrote "The sky did not leave a trace of bird, but I flew over". The original words in Tagore's firefly collection are: "I didn't leave any traces of wings in the air, but I'm glad I've flown." .
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