Tagore's poem about seagulls 1. Poems about seagulls
Fighting in the waves, Yining stepped on the sand dunes.
Spread your wings calmly and cross the sea. It's really romantic
Floating across the rain clouds, boundless, all kinds of worries.
Dancing and teasing fish, leisurely coming and going.
Take advantage of the dragon fog to express your feat and plan ahead.
Just like an angel, singing makes you beautiful.
The entertainment circle is soaring and tireless. Elegant rhyme covers Jiangzhou.
Foggy friends, late days, spring and autumn.
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Don't laugh as lightly as an eagle, pride is hidden in your chest.
Watch the sunrise chasing white waves, and watch Yun Qi collect the glow in the evening.
Dancing in the wind with sad white hair, screaming in the sky and admiring Yuanyang?
Wind, frost, rain and snow are unpredictable. It's a pity that Hongyan is busy migrating!
2. Poetry in Tagore's Birds
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1, the grass on the roadside, love the stars in the sky, your dream can be realized in the flowers.
2. Xiaohua asked, "How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun? "
The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence."
Xingkong spring
Flowers in the corner, when you appreciate yourself, the world becomes smaller.
Bing Xin's Spring in the Stars was created under the influence of Tagore's Birds, and their themes are to eulogize innocence and nature. I like to use pure and romantic images such as flowers and leaves, stars and the sun. These poems are so naive and natural in form, but they all contain philosophy and eulogize the attitude of fraternity, tolerance and openness.
Tagore's poems about birds are well known.
A bird is not a poem.
A lot. This is a book of poems.
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.
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, 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 am just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest is what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth.
God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love you." My heart beats her waves on the shore.
4. Tagore's classic poems
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
We read the world wrong and said it deceived us.
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.
The heart is sharp, not broad, it sticks to every point, but does not move.
God finds himself in creation.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
The bird wants to be a cloud. The cloud wants to be a bird.
The dry river bed is not grateful for its past. Unfolding makes life beautiful like summer flowers and death beautiful like autumn leaves.
We read the world wrong and said it deceived us.
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.
The heart is sharp, not broad, it sticks to every point, but does not move.
God finds himself in creation.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
The bird wants to be a cloud. The cloud wants to be a bird.
The dry river bed is not grateful for its past.
My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
I can't choose the best. Choosing mine is the best.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
"Fruit, how far are you from me?" "I am hidden in your heart, flower."
Instantaneous noise mocks eternal music.
Baiyun stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning light covered it with rosy clouds.
Just walk there, don't stop picking flowers to keep them fresh, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
Roots are underground branches. Branches are roots in the air.
Green leaves become flowers when they are in love. Flowers become fruits when they are worshipped.
When picking petals, you can't get the beauty of flowers.
The older ones are not afraid to swim with the younger ones. Everything in the middle is far away.
Does my soul want to go out or does the soul of the world knock on my door and want to come in? bale