Paper Boat Bingxin Mother Tagore

Paper boat-to mother

backbone

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

mother

Tagore

I don't remember my mother.

Just in the middle of the game

Sometimes there seems to be a tune.

Spinning around on my toy

She is shaking my cradle.

Those tunes you hummed.

I don't remember my mother.

But in the early autumn morning,

The smell of acacia flowers is floating in the air.

The smell of morning prayers in the temple

It's like blowing my mother's breath to me.

I don't remember my mother.

It's just that when I look through the bedroom window,

Looking at the blue sky in the distance

in my opinion

My mother cured my eyes.

Filled the whole sky

Bing Xin (1900 ~ 1999), formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in Changle, Fujian, and was a famous modern female writer. Poems such as "Spring Water in the Stars" are excellent.

Tagore (1861~1941) is an Indian writer, poet and social activist. His early works include poetry collection Twilight Song, Morning Song, and plays Land of Monastery and King and Queen. Since 1903, he has published novels such as Little Sand, Shipwreck, Gora, plays such as Mojito Tara, Post Office, Red Oleander, poetry collections such as Jitang Kerry, Crescent Moon, Gardeners Collection and Birds Collection, and many other books. 19 13 to obtain Nobel Prize in Literature.