Reading poetry needs artistic conception. Reading Tagore's poems, an unpredictable magic brought me to a child's dream, like a miser. The last gold was put away in the sunset, the flowers on the tree-lined road fell to the ground one by one, and the moon rose in the quiet bamboo forest.
A poem "Sympathy" in "New Moon Collection" wrote: "If I were a puppy, not your child, dear mother, would you say' no' to me when I wanted to eat something on your plate? You want to kick me out and say to me,' Go away, you naughty dog? Then, go, mom, go! When you call me, I will never come to you and never let you feed me. "
The moon set has beautiful words, and more importantly, it can arouse my endless thoughts. This is the unique charm of Tagore's poems, which makes me feel his ideological theme-love. Because of love, Tagore wrote his poems so beautifully.