Tagore's poems about the motherland 1. Tagore's patriotic poems
"people's will":> Tagore wrote the furthest distance in the world when he visited Italy.
Not a love poem-Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when you don't know I love you, you 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 deeply, but I can only bury it in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending that you don't care when you can't resist the smell. It's not that you can't resist the smell, but that you pretend you don't care. Instead, I dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but the trajectory between stars. But even if the tracks meet, there is no place to find them in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet before you meet. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea.
Who has patriotic poems about Tagore?
People's Will >: > Tagore wrote the furthest distance in the world when he visited Italy. Not a love poem.
Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
But you don't know that 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 not together.
But obviously can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that you can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
But there is a cold heart
Between you and the people who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
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 in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
3. Write an article by Tagore with the theme of expressing love for the motherland in poetry, with about 530 words.
Tagore loved literature since he was a child, and he was also very concerned about social issues.
When he grew up, his father sent him to study at University of London in England. During his study, he saw the positive and progressive side of western culture and was deeply influenced by western literature and music.
After returning to India, he began to write and publish lyric poetry collections "Twilight Song" and "Morning Song", which broke the rhythm of traditional Bengali poetry and created a new rhythm, and also fully demonstrated Tagore's keen observation and various artistic talents. India was under British colonial rule at that time.
The tragic life of the colonial people was deeply imprinted in Tagore's heart, and patriotic thoughts began to be strongly expressed in his works. 19 19, India set off the second national independence movement.
Tagore led the Indian people to hold anti-colonial demonstrations and sang his patriotic poems, and walked in the forefront of the ranks. He also wrote to the British governor to protest against colonial rule, resolutely give up the titles and privileges granted to him by the British government, and support the Indian people's struggle for independence and liberation.
He also wrote many well-known patriotic poems and novels, such as "I can be born in this land", "Flood" and "Sweeten the land and water of the motherland". Since then, he has published poems such as Gitanjali, Gardener's Collection, Crescent Moon Collection and Birds Collection. He fully expressed his love for the motherland in his poems.
Tagore constantly pursued the freedom and independence of the motherland and sought a way out for the Indian nation. Indian people respect and love him, calling him a poet, India's conscience and India's soul.
4. Tagore's poems
Your sunshine smiles at the winter in my heart and never doubts its spring flowers.
-Tagore "Birds" Birds wish to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.
-Tagore "Birds" My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory.
-Tagore's "Birds" Xiaohua asked: "How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun? " The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence." -Tagore's "Birds" This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain. I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
-Tagore's "Birds" completely decorated itself beautifully for the love of "imperfection". Tagore Birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall by the window with a sign. Tagore's Birds makes life beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Tagore's Birds came to my window to sing and flew away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.
My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. The relationship between rest and work.
5. Poems about Tagore
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I don't know I love you, but that I love you too much to say. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I can't be together. The 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 growing from the same root 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 in the eye don't meet. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but the instantaneous world where there is nowhere to be found even if the trajectories meet. 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 furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up to find each other dead. My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found the sky in your eyes.
My heart is a wild bird, and I found the sky in your eyes. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. If you miss the sun and lose your teacher, you will also miss the stars. 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. 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 left. This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
In my lonely heart, I feel this scene filled with mistakes and rain. We read the world wrong and said it deceived us. We read the world wrong and said it depends on us. 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 many other times floating on the stream of life, love and death, which have been forgotten, so 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 the freedom to die. Just walk past, don't stay to pick flowers for preservation, 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. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my mind. I hope it won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I endure shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God bless you, and another person will love you as much as I do.
6. Primary school students' poems describing the motherland
Qinyuan Spring Snow Northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people. Wang Dongting sits alone in Jingting Mountain, remembering Yuxi, Li Bai, Bai Juyi, the lake, the lights, the autumn moon, the birds flying high, the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old and familiar.
There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are redder than the fire. Looking at the green landscape of Dongting from afar, it's green after a brief encounter.
7. Which poem is Tagore's "Make the Land and Fields of My Motherland Rich"?
It's from Birds.
1. Introduction to Birds: Birds was written in 19 13, which is one of Tagore's representative works and one of the most outstanding poetry collections in the world. At first glance, birds seem to be all-encompassing and cover a wide range. Day and night, streams and oceans, freedom and betrayal are all integrated in Tagore's works.
However, it is in this expression of nature and life that the poet wrote his philosophical thoughts on nature, universe and life with lyrical pen, leading the world to explore the source of truth and wisdom. His poems shine with profound philosophical light like pearls, which not only arouses people's love for nature, human beings and all the beautiful things in the world, but also enlightens people how to persist in the ideal pursuit of real life and make the whole life full of joy and light.
In his poetry creation, Tagore eulogized his sincere love for the people with a pure heart and expressed his praise for the beautiful things of the whole nature, the whole mankind and the whole universe. Tagore paid great attention to the description of nature in Birds. A bird, a flower, a star and a drop of rain all have humanity and vitality.
He loves the whole nature. He believes that there is an internal connection between human emotions and natural forces, or that nature is integrated into human emotions, or that human emotions are integrated into nature.
Only by blending in with nature can we purify our life. Nature not only provides a suggestive image, but also actively helps us erase all traces of separation in human life; Lovers may be separated, and this separation will be submerged under the green grass and flowers laughing in the sun.
After reading his works, people feel that the activities of the universe and the changes of life are meaningful and happy, giving people endless courage. In the poem, he also gave "the meaning of morning".
"The arrival of every morning is not an endless repetition of trivial matters, but an eternal surprise. Because light triumphs over darkness and freedom triumphs over bound life, this is an important episode in the play.
For example, in the 235th song, "Don't say' It's morning', send it away in the name of yesterday and treat it as a newborn baby who hasn't been named for the first time." Another example is song 32, "God's own morning is also novel to him."
Poets don't write about nature for its own sake. Nature and people live in harmony here. Describing the vast nature actually gives human nature great freedom.
Birds flying freely in the sky symbolizes the great freedom that human beings want but can't reach. However, the wings of homing birds at dusk remind the poet of the irresistible power of human love.
"The stars are also symbols of freedom; Love and happiness. They are like flowers in full bloom in heaven, as if silently reciting God's own wonderful music. " The basic themes of birds are mostly extremely common plants, such as grass, fireflies, fallen leaves, birds, landscapes, rivers and so on.
Reading these poems is like opening the bedroom window in the early summer morning after a rainstorm and seeing a cool and sunny morning. Usually, the weak flow is magnificent, speeding up the pace of progress and humming loud songs; Sunlight falls on the leaves with water droplets, which is particularly bright, setting off the leaves into transparent colors; The flat grass seems to have absorbed enough paint, so be careful whether the jumping squirrel will get this bright green paint; There are a few white clouds on the horizon, which seem to recall the carnival last night; Everything is so fresh and bright, but the charm is very strong and intriguing.
In a relaxed sentence, he expressed a profound philosophy, which is why Birds is attractive. Bird shows the deep spiritual pursuit-the ultimate principle of the universe or the god of love and harmony, depicts the spiritual connection and organic integration of all things in nature, shows the close interaction between man and nature, love and god, and praises the freedom, equality and fraternity of life-thus producing a rich and meaningful philosophy of life.
Here, the boundaries between God, nature, man and love are blurred. The poet pursues the unity of man and God, the relationship between love and God, and the unity between God and nature, and longs for a "completely unified image" with God, that is, to achieve the unity of limited life and infinite life, that is, to reach the highest ideal state of man.
Therefore, the poem reveals that people must perfect their personality, get rid of hypocrisy in thought and drive away all ugliness in their hearts, and only in love and service for love can they combine with God. The poet expressed the movement of life, the joy of life, the dedication of life and the pursuit of meaning in his poems, which made the poems full of vitality and touched the hearts of countless readers.
Because the poet's philosophy of life is not perfect, he can't do anything about the ultimate unity of limited life and infinite life, so he has to rely on moral self-improvement and "universal love theory" to realize unity, life perfection and social ideal. When reading Birds, you will feel that you are a bird roaming in the blue sky, enjoying the freedom and vastness of the ocean-like sky, picking the flowers of England from the earth and tasting the beauty of the creator and the true meaning of life.
The poet's unremitting exploration and persistent pursuit of the most beautiful feelings and highest ideals of mankind. Zheng Zhenduo, the translator of Birds, once affectionately called Tagore's prose poems "containing profound truth" after translating them, and vividly pointed out that Tagore's prose poems "are like a bunch of wild flowers on the hillside grass, sticking out one after another in the morning light.
No matter what you like, the color and smell are different. "About the poet: Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 year-1941year) is a famous Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist.
1861On May 7th, Rabindranath Tagore was born into a wealthy aristocratic family in Kolkata. 19 13 years, together with gitanjali, he became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views, and Tagore's poems enjoy epic status in India, such as Gitanjaly, Birds, Sand in the Eyes, Four Men, Family and the World, Gardeners' Collection, New Moon, The Last Poetry, Gora and The Last Poetry.